Chapter 42 - Intermediate players

In the dark areas outside the game.

 

Xiao Lan cupped the [You're so poor you make me laugh] in his hand, always feeling that this prop existed because it had descended on the world to mock him, and that the reward or whatever it was was just incidental.

 

Then a new system prompt rang out.

 

"After testing, player Xiao Lan's comprehensive battle power exceeds 200% of that of a beginner player, meeting the requirements for an intermediate player upgrade, and has now been upgraded to an intermediate player."

 

Xiao Lan didn't expect his upgrade to be so fast, it's only been three copies.

 

It turns out that the upgrade is conditional on the player's combat power, which is really simple and brutal.

 

The system also upgraded that he had a new exclusive room after the upgrade and gave him directions to it. Xiao Lan planned to go back to the player's quarters and trade the Demeter's Blade with Wang Taidi before checking out the new room.

 

In the darkness, Xiao Lan suddenly remembered that he had triggered a new passive ability after the [Poverty Can't Limit My Imagination] upgrade when he was fighting with Lady Bella, which was the one that randomly acquired items.

 

The battle was so intense at the time that he couldn't even take the time to look at it, and it must have gone straight into his storage space, causing [You're so poor it makes me laugh] to be cupped in his hand now.

 

Xiao Lan checked his storage space and found a white object in it, and wondered what random item he had gotten.

 

He held it out with great anticipation.

 

[Name: Autograph of Zhang Dong (Rare Item, Bound)

 

[Ability: None]

 

[Note: Zhang Dong knows that you all really want this]

 

Shit!

 

"Who wants this anymore ......" Xiao Lan handed Luo his signature to look at, "Why is even this thing a rare prop?"

 

Luo looked closer at the signature in Xiao Lan's hand, "Probably because it's home-grown by boss,"

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

It is indeed very rare as far as production is concerned.

 

Sooner or later the Advent world will be finished.

 

Looking at the dog-eared handwriting on the paper, Xiao Lan felt that what comes around must come around. Across two copies, he received an autograph from Zhang Dong.

 

If Lin Yan knew that he had worked so hard to get so many players killed and ended up with such a thing, would he be so angry that he would come back to life?

 

Xiao Lan picks this up with an expressionless face and throws it away.

 

Then he took a step out into the darkness.

 

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Xiao Lan returns to her small, cramped room.

 

It seemed fine before with just one person, but now two big men instantly filled up the remaining space, making it impossible to turn around. Xiao Lan had no choice but to open the door and look for Wang Taidi.

 

"Knock, knock, knock."

 

Xiao Lan knocks on the door of the next room.

 

Wang Taidi's little curly hair peeked out of the door and he smiled happily when he saw it was Xiao Lan, " Xiao Lan~ and Fei Luo, do you want to go to dinner together! I can introduce you to what's good at the player's restaurant."

 

Xiao Lan nodded, and seeing that Wang Taidi was alone, he enquired, " Where is Wang Ke? I thought you would be together."

 

Wang Taidi closed the door and led the way, "My brother has a senior appointment with someone and has just left."

 

Xiao Lan said, "Wang Ke is such a model worker, he just came out of the game and immediately went into battle, so maybe the junior field is not a burden to him at all.

 

'

 

Come to the Players Restaurant.

 

It covers a huge area and is decorated in a minimalist style, almost in white tones, with huge glass windows, which is very relaxing to look at.

 

It's also very easy to order food, there are a large number of windows where you simply select from a picture in the window and soon the cooked food is delivered from it, which looks very unscientific and completely opaque in terms of how and how it is prepared.

 

Previously, Xiao Lan ate alone by walking to the door and eating whatever was close by, he hadn't really researched what was good.

 

Wang Taidi took a food trolley and added food to it as she went along, describing the food to Xiao Lan, who looked like a meal taker.

 

"The restaurants in the player quarters all serve free food and are so good, but unfortunately players are not allowed to bring it in at all when they enter the game, ugh ......"

 

Wang Taidi sighs, remembering his previous harrowing experience at Madame Bella's estate and why no one he knows can cook, certainly not himself.

 

If Wang Ke's cooking is alchemy, Wang Taidi's cooking process can simply be described as how steel is made.

 

As he went deeper, Xiao Lan realised that this place really has it all, whether it's Chinese or Asian, European or American, anything that exists in the world can be found here. He even saw the unbelievable existence of star gazing, fried moon cakes with chillies and fried noodles with tinned herring ......

 

It is safe to say that if you dare to eat, the Advent world will dare to provide.

 

Xiao Lan then regrettably withdrew his gaze.

 

The three of them found a private room and sat down while Xiao Lan ate and talked to Wang Taidi about trading with him for the Demeter's Blade.

 

Wang Taidi's eyes lit up instantly when he heard the 300,000: "A deal, of course a deal! We're friends, I'm sure I won't screw you over."

 

Of course there is no such thing as currency in the Advent world, and players trade with props.

 

Wang Taidi took the [Demeter's Blade] and tried it out, with a look of surprise in her eyes: "This item! It will increase my fortune! Oh my God, there's hope for a hundred million!"

 

Thinking about using it only to deduct the poverty value myself, Xiao Lan thought sorrowfully: we are not the same ......

 

Like a doraemon, a happy Wang Taidi took a whole bunch of things out of the storage space and laid them out on the table to study them.

 

" Xiao Lan You don't have a light do you, how about this [nuclear torch], it stays on as long as it doesn't break ......"

 

"And this, a ten-compartment backpack, which you should really need ......"

 

"[Heart of the Holy Sister], can heal mild to moderate injuries, unless a limb is broken, it can heal, the number of uses is 3 ......"

 

Wang Taidi thoughtfully helped Xiao Lan think through her choice of props, looking as if she was planning for her family.

 

Wang Taidi is a really nice person, Xiao Lan thought.

 

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The rush of his life before had left him no time to make friends, but he never expected to meet such friends instead after coming to this dangerous world.

 

Life's encounters are truly amazing.

 

Wang Taidi pushed over another plastic cup-like prop: "This is for you, so we can keep in touch from now on."

 

Xiao Lan picked it up and read.

 

[Name: Plastic Friendship].

 

[Ability: Establish a link between two players, can hang up at any time]

 

[Illustration: This is a friendship like plastic]

 

This description is quite unreliable, but it does serve as a contact prop.

 

"Thank you, Taidi." Xiao Lan's thanks were sincere.

 

Wang Taidi scratched his head, a little embarrassed by the compliment, "Don't thank me, you did a lot of work to get through the level, otherwise my brother and I wouldn't have been good at that kind of undead boss and we might have needed to use other props to get out."

 

Speaking of the previous copy, Xiao Lan did remember one thing: "I didn't see Qi Ning on the previous pass, did he have another way to get through?"

 

Xiao Lan doesn't think senior players will fold in the junior field.

 

Wang Taidi nodded, " With Qi Ning, sometimes he'll just use his props to leave the copy once he's finished with the target, sometimes he'll stay until the end, it's impossible to say. It's hard to catch this guy in the act anyway."

 

Xiao Lan later told him that he had been promoted to intermediate player and would no longer be living next door to him, and left Wang Taidi his new address.

 

Wang Taidi, who has been a junior player for three years, is envious of this.

 

"Oh yes." Wang Taidi seemed to remember something, "The interval between entering the game becomes longer for intermediate players, maybe a month or so, and the time you can stay in reality is three days, so you can take this time to rest."

 

After bidding farewell to Wang Taidi, Xiao Lan went to her new room.

 

It is still a towering edifice in which the rooms appear to be less dense than before.

 

Xiao Lan pushes open the door, which is divided into two rooms, one inside and one outside, with much more space than the previous one. Unlike the rooms where the beginners have already placed their furniture, this one is empty, perhaps because the intermediate players have more time to choose their own furniture.

 

There is a hovering panel at the door where you can choose the furniture you want. Xiao Lan looks around and sees that there is a wide range of furniture to choose from.

 

He pointed to the panel and asked Luo, "Luo, would you like to have a bed too, we'll have one."

 

Luo shook his head and didn't look very happy.

 

Xiao Lan thought about it, but Luo didn't need to sleep at all. He had only switched to standby mode at Xiao Lan's request.

 

For a change of pace, Xiao Lan transformed the outside room into a living room. The straight man with no aesthetic skills and a fear of trouble simply chose a template and the room was instantly transformed.

 

Seeing Luo surveying the bookcases in the room, Xiao Lan pointed to a vintage table lamp: "Do you like this?"

 

Luo turned back and smiled at Xiao Lan: "Sir chose it for me and I like it."

 

It still looks like a lot of fun.

 

Don't ask Xiao Lan how he can tell he's happy in his smile, which looks pretty much the same, it's just straight male intuition.

 

Into the night.

 

Xiao Lan sits up in bed, not far from bedtime.

 

"Knock knock knock" Luo knocked on the door of his room.

 

"Come in."

 

Luo entered the room with a glass of milk, which he placed gently on Xiao Lan's bed and said in a warm voice, "Sir, I have prepared hot milk for you, the tryptophan in it will help humans to sleep."

 

Looking at the hot milk at his bedside, Xiao Lan, a brown man who had been unrefined for some twenty years, was a little confused; he had never received such exquisite care: "Is this a gift in return for the ...... table lamp?"

 

Luo smiled, "It's okay to say that."

 

Xiao Lan picks up the milk, which is just the right temperature, and the aromatic taste is really pleasant.

 

"Good night, sir." When Xiao Lan had finished his drink, Luo put away his glass and left the room quietly.

 

"Good night."

 

Looking at the closed door, Xiao Lan ponders about Luo.

 

This man is quiet most of the time and always helps when it is needed most. There is an unexplainable sense of understanding between the two when they work together and Xiao Lan has an unexplainable mood of trust in him.

 

It was clear that he was supposed to have never seen this man before.

 

Even Xiao Lan doesn't know much about Luo. What kind of past did Luo have and how was he treated before he was split into pieces? Everything about this man seems to be shrouded in fog.

 

And the source of trust and understanding is even harder to find.

 

Shortly afterwards, the light in the bedroom had completely disappeared.

 

The other side.

 

A dark interior.

 

Luo sits on the sofa staring out of the window at the neon lights, his face an inexplicable look. There is a sense of solitude about him, as if he has no connection with the world.

 

Perhaps the only connection is the "owner" who is in the house at the moment.

 

Luo wondered in the back of his mind who he really was, or what ...... was.

 

The decision to follow Xiao Lan came from his instincts, a strong feeling that he had to follow Xiao Lan, but he didn't know why.

 

Reaching out, he switched on the lamp next to him, the warm yellow light dispelling the loneliness and coldness of the room. Perhaps having spent too much time in darkness and nothingness had made him abnormally averse to darkness from the depths of his soul, even if his very being was a dark shadow.

 

Luo reaches out and gently traces the outline of the lamp, as if he were in front of the person who chose it for him, the light tracing an ambiguous shadow on his face.

 

The silent chamber resounded with his whisper, "Having accepted my following, you will never be able to get rid of me, sir."

 

The author has something to say.

 

Advent World: Why doesn't anyone miss me when the lamp and the milk are obviously mine?

 

Xiao Lan & Luo: Roll.

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