Global Games: Old Chess Players

Chapter 11 Two Videos of Old Chess Players
Half an hour ago, Sapporo City, Tanukikoji Commercial Street.

Night has not yet fallen, and the neon lights of this commercial street have not yet been lit.

The closed dome sheltered the afterglow of the setting sun and the falling snow together, causing the commercial street to be gray and gray, and the doors of every store were tightly closed.

At this time, two players from Japan were walking slowly in Tanukikoji Commercial Street.

"Maruyama, are we really going to walk on this street?" Minoru Iwata was a little unaccustomed to the low temperature in Sapporo, and his neck shrank from the cold.

Maruyama Jun curled his lips and said disdainfully, "Of course, Iwata, you won't be afraid, will you?"

"It's okay to be afraid, but is it really okay if we don't find people to form a team?" Iwata Minoru said, "It's getting darker and darker, and those monsters will come out then."

Jun Maruyama was playing with his mobile phone, and interrupted him roughly, "Shut up, Iwata, as I said, the two of us are enough, only trash needs to form a team with others!"

"But." Minoru Iwata hesitated to speak.

"But what, I ranked 1500 points before, what game do I know better than you?"

"Maruyama, that's League of Legends, it's different from reality"

"It's not all the same. I didn't easily surpass others in any game since I was a child. As long as it is a game, I can do it."

As Maruyama Jun said, his eyes were fixed on the screen of the phone. During the dungeon, the signal of the phone could not transmit the current city.

Now, he wants to play two downloaded videos.

These two videos exploded within an hour after the start of the "Global Evolution Game", and the number of views on Twitter can only be described as 'explosive growth'.

"Are you still watching?" Minoru Iwata looked at Jun Maruyama's phone.

The title of the first video is catchy:
[Probability of one in ten million!The students of Huaxia Shangshi High School awakened to a special profession - old chess players! ! 】.

The video has been viewed 500 million times on Twitter, and the comment section is packed with countless comments.

Minoru Iwata looked at the high school student in the video who was playing with the stone statue in the classroom, and asked puzzledly:
"Old chess player, what kind of special profession is this, even chess players can fight?"

"I also want to know, how can there be an exclusive career sequence even if you are good at chess, this game system is really disgusting." Maruyama Jun's expression twisted for a moment, and his tone was dissatisfied.

"Have you ever played chess, Maruyama, I don't understand it at all."

"I haven't played it either, the rules are too complicated, who would like this kind of thing."

"So what were the skills of the old chess players?"

"I don't know. There are only test scenes in the video, and he has no skills." Maruyama Jun scratched his chin and said nonchalantly:

"Chess player, it sounds like this profession is low enough. It is estimated that special professions are also divided into low-level and high-level."

Minoru Iwata smiled and echoed:
"That's right, how do chess players fight? This person is so unlucky, he's not as good as an ordinary professional."

"Don't read it, waste of time."

Maruyama Jun used the jump function to watch this video and skip to the next video. The title of the second video is also eye-catching:

[The evolution game begins!A young dragon appeared on the streets of New York, USA! 】

"Young dragon?" Minoru Iwata was stunned, "Does this have anything to do with the special occupation sequence, Maruyama-kun?"

Maruyama Jun started to play the video and said impatiently: "Who knows, someone sent it to me, I haven't watched it yet."

On the screen of the mobile phone, the Statue of Liberty in New York, USA flashed across, and the camera flipped to a street in New York.

On the street, an Asian girl with brown mid-length hair raised the corners of her mouth, turned her beautiful face to the camera, and showed a confident and contemptuous smile.

Iwata Minoru was stunned, and hurriedly said:
"I'm going, wait, isn't this Uesugi Asuka from our class before, so she transferred to New York?"

"Shangshan Asuka? That violent girl?" Maruyama Jun was taken aback.

He pressed the pause button, frowned, and carefully studied the face on the video.

Before Uesugi Asuka went abroad to study, she scolded Maruyama Jun for "game fat house" in front of everyone in the class, so Maruyama Jun deeply hated her.

"That's right, this face is undoubtedly her." Minoru Iwata paused and said in shock, "It was said that she went abroad to study, but I didn't expect it to be in New York, USA!"

Maruyama Jun's mouth twitched, and he pressed the play button.

At the moment when Asuka Uesugi raised the corner of his mouth and showed a contemptuous smile, Minoru Iwata and Jun Maruyama were shocked at the same time.

The two of them stared wide-eyed, and their eyes were about to squeeze out of their sockets.

"How is that possible?" Maruyama Jun's voice was hoarse.

Minoru Iwata murmured in disbelief, "What kind of monster is this?"

In the video, Uesugi Asuka's body changes drastically. The red scales are like tightly clasped scales, protruding from the body surface layer by layer, covering the surface of her skin. Horns and tails emerge from the front and rear sides of the body respectively.

Her skeleton grew and deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and every muscle fiber was so clear, like a twisted steel cable.

The scariest thing was her face.

The scarlet pupils stood up high like a beast, and the sharp fangs revealed cruelty and ferocity.

"hiss--"

Fiery and surging steam gushes out from the scales of this crimson young dragon continuously, and gradually spreads to the sky. They are like tiny white boa constrictors, wrapping around the body of this dragon.

Seen from a distance in the video, Asuka Uesugi at this time is like a small steam train ready to move, full of infinite power.

"Dragon!" Minoru Iwata shouted in shock, "Maruyama! She turned into a dragon!"

"I know, shut up!"

Maruyama Jun's face was extremely gloomy. He scrolled down the video, and the comments loaded before were still there.

In the comment area, there were comments left by citizens at the scene: [Netizen Kira: I heard the voice of the system at the time, saying that the special occupation sequence she possessed was called——Crimson Dragon Wing].

"Why, why?" Maruyama Jun murmured.

He stared at the words 'Crimson Dragon Wing', thoroughly confirming that even Asuka Uesugi, whom he hated, had a special occupational sequence that belonged exclusively to her.

Minoru Iwata didn't have time to comment on this video, he looked up at the drowsy sky, and hurriedly urged Maruyama Jun:
"Compared to these, the sky is getting darker and darker, Maruyama-kun, we have to hurry up and get ready!"

At night, ghost warriors descend on the city.

"Damn it!" Maruyama Jun turned off his phone and murmured unwillingly, "That violent woman deserves a special job, why am I not, Iwata, what is wrong with me?"

"Never mind, Maruyama, have you seen the skills?!"

"I must have seen it."

Night fell suddenly, the sky was dark, and the moon was faint.

The neon lights in Tanukikoji Commercial Street are emitting light.

There seemed to be invisible ghosts roaring in the air, and in an instant, phantoms floated up from the shadows on the ground.

"What?" Maruyama Jun was stunned.

He looked around, and there were at least a dozen phantoms in his field of vision. Oni warriors were holding swords and wearing armor. Under the worn-out crimson helmets were eye sockets burning with dark blue flames.

Minoru Iwata's back was soaked in cold sweat, he grabbed Maruyama Jun who was stunned, and let out a low growl:
"Maruyama, let's hide!"

"What are you panicking, aren't you a warrior? Go up." Maruyama Jun swallowed, "I'm a mage, I'll output from behind, we can win."

"Really?" Iwata Minoru asked hoarsely.

Maruyama Jun stared at the blood streaks on the heads of these ghost warriors, and pretended to be calm and said:

"Okay, look at those first-level mobs in online games, they can all be wiped out with just one skill, they just seem crowded, what are you panicking about?"

Minoru Iwata is a warrior class, and will have a bonus of 1 point of stamina, which affects health, stamina, and weight.

In other words, the initial health and defense of the fighter will be higher.

He has two skills at hand, namely Battle Cry (shocks the surrounding enemies, stuns them for a second, and enhances their own defense in a short time) and Crash (strengthens the power of the next attack, causing a ranged blow) .

Maruyama Jun chose the mage profession, and the two skills at hand are fireball and wind spell.

The former needs no introduction, and the function of the latter is to increase the speed of a target and become agile in a short period of time.

"Fireball!" Maruyama Jun said silently, pointing his right palm at a ghost warrior in the distance.

A flame about the size of a football formed in front of his palm, and there was a sharp wind.

Not only that, Maruyama Jun also targeted this fireball and released the "Spell of Wind".

The function of the Gale Wind Curse is to increase the speed of a thing, not limited to people.

"call--"

The surrounding air was faintly turbulent, and the fireball rushed out of Maruyama Jun's palm, and with an unstoppable wind, it shot straight at the ghost warrior.

"It's amazing!" Iwata Minoru opened his eyes wide, it was the first time he saw Maruyama Junfang's skills.

"Oh!"

The fireball hit the monster, and the monster wailed, and its figure was knocked back half a meter.

"Look, I." Maruyama Jun was proud, his voice stopped abruptly, "I"

[Oni Samurai HP: 100% → 75%]

The two of them froze at the same time, and the HP of the ghost warrior in the front only dropped by a quarter after being hit by the fireball.

That's right, a quarter.

And the most important thing is that there are nearly ten Oni Samurai around. Now, because of Maruyama Jun's fireball, all Oni Samurai turned their attention to the two of them!

The eyes of the Oni Warriors burning with dark blue flames turned towards them one after another, and the wind howled. They roared furiously, waved their swords disorderly, and bent their backs to rush towards the two of them.

"It's over, it's over, this level of strength is for novices?"

Maruyama Jun's pupils contracted to the extreme, and the maddened figures of the Oni Samurai in his sight were getting closer and closer.

At this moment, he finally understood one crucial thing: this is not only a game, but also reality.

"Run, Maruyama!"

Iwata Minoru dragged Maruyama Jun to run.

With a roar, he released the warrior's class skill - battle roar, which briefly stunned the ghost warriors who surrounded the two of them, broke through the siege, and rushed towards the other end of the commercial street.

But this commercial street is too long, stretching for several kilometers.

And they are too deep, it is almost impossible to rush out intact under the front line formed by ghost warriors.

Not long after they rushed out, another row of ghost warriors approached in the distance.

At this moment, Minoru Iwata's [Battle Cry] has fallen into the cooldown time, and they have no way out at all.

"What should I do?" Maruyama Jun's eyes were bloodshot, and the fear of death spread to every pore of his body, "What should I do, Iwata?!"

Minoru Iwata's face was distorted by fear, and his thoughts almost stopped:
"I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, Maruyama, what will happen to us?"

A dead silence enveloped the two of them, their feet seemed to be stuck in cement, unable to move.

"Iwata, I'm attracting their attention, you run out of them." Maruyama Jun said, the hair on his forehead covered his eyes.

Minoru Iwata replied decisively:
"No, then you will die."

"Then what should we do?!" Maruyama Jun asked in a deep voice.

Minoru Iwata turned his head and looked towards another divergent exit of the commercial street. At the end of this exit was also the figure of Oni Samurai, "Let's find a place to hide first, and wait for someone to rescue us!"

Maruyama Jun growled: "Are you crazy, Iwata, who would come to such a place!"

Minoru Iwata almost cried, he said:

"Then I'll watch you die, aren't we brothers?"

"That's better than both of them dying!"

"It's such a time, what are you talking about?!"

Iwata Minoru dragged Maruyama Jun's fat body and ran wildly. They hid behind a huge electronic signboard, barely avoiding the pursuit of the group of ghost warriors behind them.

However, there is a monster coming from the other end of the street.

Walk very slowly.

But it will come, just as their death will come.

The two held their breath and leaned against the electronic signboard, not even daring to say a word.

The air is dense to the extreme.
Like the god of death holding a sickle, waiting to harvest their lives.

Time seemed to stand still, passing minute by minute, the ghost warriors behind the signboard never found the two figures, but the ghost warriors across the street were getting closer and closer to them.

They will be found in 2 minutes at most.

"You know, Iwata, I'm a rotten person," Maruyama Jun said hoarsely:

"Addicted to games, escaping from reality, desperate for face. I have been bullied since I was a child. No one treats me as a human being. Only you treat me as a friend. I don't want you to die."

Iwata Minoru was silent for a long time, then said softly:

"Maruyama, you are not a bad person."

"I was the one who insisted on pulling you out. Originally, we should be with the big army, so we wouldn't be surrounded by these monsters." Maruyama Jun's eyes were red, he bit his lip, and said incoherently:
"Listen, Iwata, I'll cast the 'Wind Wind Curse' on you, and then I'll attract their attention, you take the opportunity to run out, this is our last chance, I'm really sorry for you."

"I'm not your only friend." Minoru Iwata smiled, "How could a friend leave you?"

Maruyama Jun was stunned, and gradually recalled when they first met.

Minoru Iwata was bullied because he was tall and mentally handicapped, while he was excluded because he was overweight and obsessed with the Internet world.

The two huddled together to keep warm and became friends.

But Maruyama Junfa has always looked down on this stupid big man from the bottom of his heart, and feels that being with him is a helpless choice.

Until now, he didn't know how precious this friendship is.

Maruyama Jun lowered his head and was silent for a long time. He suddenly remembered something:
If you die in a challenge dungeon, you will definitely lose your player qualifications, but there is a 50% chance to become a citizen, and a 50% chance to die completely.In other words, they still have a 50% chance to respawn as citizens after death.

"Iwata, we still have a chance." Maruyama Jun said slowly: "It's okay not to be a player, I hope that 50% can"

Before he finished speaking, Minoru Iwata suddenly stretched out his finger and shouted:
"Maruyama, look! What's that?!"

Maruyama Jun froze for a moment, then slowly raised his head, looking in the direction Minoru Iwata pointed.

From the exit of the commercial street, a figure came slowly, it was a boy in school uniform.

"At a time like this, someone really dares to come in." Maruyama Jun murmured in shock.

"Do you think he looks familiar?" Minoru Iwata said blankly:

"By the way, we saw him in the video just now! Shangshi High School, that old one, old one!"

At this moment, Maruyama Jun's pupils shrank to the size of a wheat awn, and he seemed to see hope, the hope of living, like a chance given to him by God.

"old"

Maruyama Jun stared at the boy's figure, paused for a long time, and uttered the word instead of Iwata Minoru:

"An old chess player."

The boy's figure was like a ray of light, shining in from the exit of the commercial street, piercing through the dead gray deep sea.

His footsteps were obviously very light, but in the eyes of Maruyama Jun and Iwata Minoru, it seemed like the evening bell of the church was ringing.

"Chess field."

The boy in school uniform muttered something lightly.

Immediately afterwards, with his body as the center, the terrain with a radius of 30 meters was divided by black and white dotted lines, changing a 64-square chessboard.

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