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Chapter 202 True Open World

Although he only met these villagers once, and they were not real people, according to Zhou Kuang's simple values, they were just ordinary people.

Those who slaughtered them were, of course, the most heinous and wicked people.

Therefore, when he saw the words "Fake Japanese Pirate Soldiers" hanging above their heads, Zhou Kuang already considered them dead.

Looting and then using the humorous name of an old Japanese soldier—how shameful!
"Damn it! You little brat, you can wield a spear? Don't use it like a harpoon."

"Hahaha!"

"Poke it right here, and if you can make a bloody hole, I'll lie on the ground and let you use it as a stake!!"

"Hahahahahaha!"

When one of the bandits saw Zhou Kuang pick up a spear and walk over, his eyes flashing with malice, he loudly mocked him.

Several henchmen nearby burst into laughter upon hearing this, their eyes filled with mockery and disdain.

They all took up arms, ready to surround Zhou Kuang.

At this moment, Zhou Kuang's perspective changed to a third-person perspective.

He had no controller, no keyboard, no mouse, yet he still felt he could have 100% control over his "character".

Zhou Kuang's heart skipped a beat, and he automatically ran towards the nearest henchman.

"Straight girl..."

Flat A!

Pfft!

The thief who had just been cursing was now frozen in place, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Pfft!

Zhou Kuang drew his spear, drawing blood, and the bandit instantly had a hole in his left chest, falling forward to the ground.

That guy's blood is so thin, he was stabbed to death in one go?

Even in a beginner's tutorial, you should at least be able to hit a monster three or four times, right?
While Zhou Kuang stood there in confusion, the remaining bandits around him were not idle.

"You son of a bitch! Aaaaaah!"

Another bandit charged forward with his knife, but Zhou Kuang instinctively slid to the side to dodge the attack. Then, he turned and flicked the tip of his spear forward, pushing the shaft forward...

Pfft!

"Ugh..." The bandit reached out to defend himself with his knife, but only felt a sharp pain in his chest. "Cough..."

After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he tried to say something, but found that he could only make a hissing sound.

Another one dies!
Zhou Kuang killed two people in succession, and the other bandits in the area finally became afraid.

Ultimately, they were just a bunch of thieves who pretended to be Japanese pirates every day. Otherwise, what would be worth plundering from such a poor fishing village?
Only a weak and cowardly bandit who lacks confidence in his own abilities would make such a choice.

They scattered and fled instantly, as if afraid they weren't far enough away from Zhou Kuang.

However, they hadn't run far when they realized that the other side only had one person, while they had many more!
So what are we running for?

However, in order to cover up the embarrassment and to avoid becoming the first to stick their necks out and get killed, everyone ran to a man who was some distance away from Zhou Kuang.

One of the bandits ran to his leader in a panic, shouting in terror.

"Boat! Boat! Boat owner! That...that bastard killed Li San and Zhao Liu!!!"

"What are you afraid of!" A burly man with a full beard and a fierce face brandished a large knife. "Are we, a dozen or so brothers, afraid of just one guy?"

"Go up there and chop him up with a flurry of knives!"

Hearing their leader say this, the bandits regained their morale, carefully watched Zhou Kuang, and slowly surrounded him.

Zhou Kuang became increasingly excited.

It's so much fun! It's really fun!

He desperately wanted this group to surround him so he could fight his way in and out seven times.

"Captain, why isn't this thing moving?"

The bandit who had just fled was still shaken. Holding his knife, he asked in a low voice, his voice trembling slightly.

"Shut up, you dog!"

The bandit leader stared intently at Zhou Kuang, a deep sense of unease rising within him.

His intuition was exceptionally accurate, and he had saved himself in life-or-death battles on numerous occasions.

Therefore, he is now extremely cautious.

When they killed those two garrison soldiers, they were only injured, not killed.

He hadn't seen the other person's movements clearly from a distance, but he could roughly guess that this person was no ordinary person and clearly possessed martial arts skills.

Otherwise, how could they have killed both of them so quickly?

To maintain the morale of his men, he pretended to be indifferent, but he had already made a plan in mind: when the fighting started, he would let his brothers go first, and if things went wrong, he would simply run away.

"kill!"

The battle finally began. Zhou Kuang charged into the enemy ranks, and the bandits' broadswords and axes came at him, but he dodged all the attacks like a nimble snake.

The gun in his hand, like the forked tongue of a venomous snake, suddenly shot out and accurately pierced the opponent's abdomen!

One roll, one drill, one pull, one tug!
Something seemed to be pulled out, almost breaking off.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The bandit didn't die immediately, but he was clearly incapacitated. He dropped his knife, clutched his abdominal wound, and howled miserably as blood gushed out uncontrollably.

At this rate, he would die from excessive blood loss in a few dozen seconds.

The whole scene seemed to have turned into a living hell.

While the other bandits present were stunned by the man's death, Zhou Kuang brandished his spear and thrust it in all directions.

Pfft, pfft, pfft!

Soon, several more bandits screamed and fell to the ground.

The worst one had his throat pierced, and he didn't even have a chance to scream.

The bandit leader watched in terror, cold sweat pouring down his face.

That's it, I'm doomed today.

He had already seen the situation clearly: even if all of them attacked together, they couldn't defeat just one of the opponents.

Although he couldn't discern any further details, the other party clearly possessed a unique marksmanship, suggesting they were a martial arts practitioner.

This idea is tricky; it's time to back out.

"But there's a way to retreat," the bandit leader roared fiercely.

"All of you, get him! Chop him up!"

The remaining bandits obviously wouldn't listen to him; they weren't fools.

The problem is that, subconsciously, they still wanted to obey their leader's orders, and therefore hesitated for a moment.

When they came to their senses and were frightened, they prepared to run away, only to find that their leader had already run ten steps away!

Yes, after the bandit leader finished shouting, he turned and ran away without even turning his head.

He was afraid that his underlings would catch up with him.

He ran while feeling relieved.

Although he lost the team he had built up over such a long period of time, he still had some money hidden away, and most importantly, he didn't die today.

If the green hills are left, there is no need to worry about no firewood.

As he was thinking this, more screams came from behind him, and the sounds were getting closer and closer.

He turned his head and was so frightened he almost jumped out of his skin.

The demon was chasing after his minions, piercing them one by one like skewers, killing them one by one.

And it's even closer to me now!
The bandit leader wished he could grow eight legs and run like a whirlwind, but all of this was in vain.

Zhou Kuang felt that he was inexplicably faster than others, especially these bandits in front of him. Even though they started earlier than him, he could catch up with them very easily.

It's as if... I have superhuman agility?
A numerical anomaly? High base stats?
Finally, everyone was dead, leaving only the bandit leader. As Zhou Kuang drew closer, tears and snot streamed down his face. Instead of continuing to run, he knelt down.

"Grandpa! Grandpa, spare me!!!"

He kept kowtowing to the ground, and Zhou Kuang, who had originally planned to stab him through, suddenly became interested. He figured it wouldn't hurt to hear what the other had to say.

The bandit leader was overjoyed to realize that Zhou Kuang had not made a move immediately, and he quickly continued to kowtow and beg for mercy.

"I was blind and didn't know you were a heavenly general! Please spare my life, for I have an eighty-year-old mother and a young child to support!"

Zhou Kuang's eyes were full of mockery. This feeling wasn't bad either?

He raised the gun and held it to the man's throat; with a little effort, the gun could pierce through his throat immediately.

The bandit leader felt a chill and a sharp edge on his neck, almost wet himself, and cried out in despair.

"Grandpa! You living Buddha! Spare me!"

"Shut up!"

The other person immediately shut their mouth.

"You answer the question."

"If you can't answer, your head will be moved."

Seeing that the other person wanted to nod but was afraid of having their neck pierced, and wanted to speak but was afraid of getting angry, Zhou Kuang nodded.

"You can say it now."

"Yes, yes, I'll tell you everything I know!"

Who are you? What brings you here?

"My humble name is Wang Da. I was a deserter from the Taizhou Garrison... No, I wasn't a deserter!" The bandit stammered. "I was forced to flee because my rations were cut and I couldn't survive, so I led my brothers to become outlaws."

"We're just using the name of the Japanese pirates to rob some grain."

Seeing that Zhou Kuang didn't react, he spoke a little more smoothly.

"Where is the hideout located?"

"On the other side of the mountain to the east, not far from the water, in a ditch."

"Ok?"

Zhou Kuang was somewhat surprised by the answer. Weren't they a group of pirates?

"Don't they call you the ship's owner?"

"There used to be a sentry boat, but it sank, so I led the men ashore."

Zhou Kuang nodded, then suddenly remembered the prologue.

"What unusual activity has Dinghai Customs been doing recently?"

"I don't know, little one."

Zhou Kuang carefully observed the other person's facial expression and found that the other person really didn't know.

That's true. Putting aside whether such things could be leaked, even if they could, how would a bandit in a remote mountain village know about them in the absence of cell phones, text messages, telegrams, and all modern communication methods?

"what about others?"

"This, this..." The bandit leader saw Zhou Kuang's eyes turn cold and hurriedly said, "A few days ago, I ran into some peddlers in the woods. They said that a new commander from Dinghai Guard has arrived in this area and is searching people from house to house..."

Well, I just said that the other party really didn't know.

"How dare you hide it?"

Zhou Kuang applied slight force, and the tip of the spear instantly touched his skin.

"Little one, I thought Grandpa was talking about Dinghaiguan, not Dinghaiwei!"

He explained in a panic.

"Speak, who are you searching?"

"It's like checking fishermen's fishing records and asking them if they've seen anyone."

"who?"

"I...I really don't know!"

"What else?"

"Last month, a large ship ran aground, killing many people. I heard there was a man wearing a flying fish suit on board..."

"Ok?"

Zhou Kuang's spirits lifted, and he donned the flying fish robe.
The Eastern Depot? The mastermind behind it all?
He hurriedly continued questioning, but to his great disappointment, the other party rambled on like a bamboo tube being poured out, uttering a lot of irrelevant information, and then there was no more information he wanted to hear.

Zhou Kuang removed the spear from his neck, and the bandit leader immediately kowtowed and knelt in gratitude.

"Thank you, Grandpa, for sparing my life! Thank you, Grandpa..."

Pfft!

Hmph, trying to escape?
Lightning Whirlwind Strike!
Another hole.

The bandit leader stared wide-eyed, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Zhou Kuang drew his spear and shook off the blood.

What should we do next?
(Go to Dinghaiwei)
Zhou Kuang's eyes lit up.

As the saying goes, "Where there's a will, there's a way," and "Things will work themselves out."
……

……

……

Zhou Kuang was halfway there when he killed three groups of bandits, saved a village, sold the loot he had taken from the bandits to merchants, and killed a wolf to skin and eat its flesh.

Roasted whole wolf, um.

Along the way, Zhou Kuang truly experienced what a real next-generation gaming experience is all about.

True freedom of exploration, a fully human-like dialogue system, and an unparalleled combat system.

Not to mention the scene before our eyes, which is no different from reality.

In addition to visual elements, the game also incorporates olfaction, touch, and other sensory experiences.

What kind of high-tech engine would it take to create a game like this?

Is there any game more awesome than this?

Snapped!
Zhou Kuang's eyes lit up.

Ceiling light, the familiar ceiling.

Zhou Kuang sat up in bed and stood there stunned for a long time.

Well... you just came back like that?

I haven't had enough fun yet! I haven't had enough fun yet!!

He felt a surge of anger and a desire to throw a tantrum.

The world of props inexplicably cured his electronic erectile dysfunction, making him love a game 100% again.

For those working in the game industry, this is actually a very difficult thing.

Many game developers spend their days and nights immersed in various game design techniques, and have lost their keen sense of judgment regarding the game itself.

When they experience the game themselves, their first thought isn't how to enjoy it, but rather what techniques the developers used and how they improved certain aspects.

If you're always playing games with a utilitarian mindset, how can you possibly enjoy the game?

Therefore, it is difficult for game developers to enter a state of flow by playing games, and it is even more difficult to enter a state of flow by playing games they have developed!
At this moment, Zhou Kuang felt an unprecedented joy.

That kind of heartfelt joy, like the joy a child experiences after playing.

Yes, he can say with certainty that in the world of props, he completely forgot that he also had to develop his own game based on the plot of this world.

Instead, they fell into a deep state of flow, completely immersed in the game world.

Soon, Zhou Kuang began to have a headache.

Having experienced futuristic game formats, playing these "retro" video games now feels rather uninteresting.

Zhou Kuang stood up and pointed to the sky.

"Damn it, this system is the one who ruined me!"

(End of this chapter)