This time I chose Paladin.

Chapter 77 Lucky Lot

The physical fitness scan actually involves entering strength, physique, and agility data, but Nie Weiyang did not cooperate with the scan. Instead, he filled out his own budget, checked the dozen-page safety compensation and liability exemption agreement, and chose to enter the data manually.

While vampires' anatomy is highly similar to humans, they can digest the energy in blood and convert it into vitality, even rapidly recovering from severe injuries. Naturally, their fundamental internal parameters are completely different. He didn't dare to scan the system even though it dared to make a request. It's a trap. Anyone who scans it will reveal their non-human ancestry, and the least they can do is for the city to stop providing services to them.

Nie Weiyang entered the customized operation interface.

In the New World, players receive substantial rewards for every boss challenge, with rewards doubled during a Blood Moon. Besides basic survival resources and fuel, Nie Weiyang now possesses seven Commendation Badges, 7 Ascension Crystals, and over 145 Silver Rings, the New World currency—a truly enormous sum.

Among them, commendation badges can be exchanged for limited-edition high-level weapons and equipment, and can even be exchanged for some randomly refreshed rare items. Sublimation crystals are used to obtain the right to purchase certain items, such as this vehicle customization. Silver rings are the currency required to redeem most goods and can be used to purchase supplies and props at vending machines. If combined with the other two currencies, vending machines can even be exchanged for some unexpected items, such as airplanes, shield machines, and even buildings that can stand up and attack people. However, those are astronomical figures, and 300,000 is not even a drop in the bucket compared to such figures.

Rather than exchanging everything, New World encourages people to research crafts and technologies on their own.

Nie Weiyang stared at the vehicle customization interface, thoughtful.

Cylinders, clutches, gearboxes... all components are named with codes consisting of letters and numbers, just like the city.

Nie Weiyang actually didn’t understand these things, but what is scary is never not understanding, but not learning if you don’t understand.

For the next few hours, he read the specifications, functional descriptions, and application examples of these components while testing them on motorcycles with different configurations in the custom system's built-in simulation test field, repeatedly simulating on-the-spot reactions in dangerous situations to see which configuration best suited his combat style. He even modified and upgraded the off-road bike, intending to return it to the two children when he returned to Lang City.

It was a child's thing, so he could just borrow it. He didn't want to keep it for himself, because the child cherished it so much that he would hug it when faced with a sudden change. Moreover, his battle intensity was too high and the places he had to go were too complicated. The bicycle was simply not suitable to be added to his list of spare mounts.

As the sun reached its zenith, a brand new motorcycle appeared in the custom workshop.

The vehicle was an understated silver-black color, with thick armor plating covering the entire body, the thickest section of which featured cross-shaped spikes. It was much larger than a typical motorcycle, exceeding the average height of an average person when upright. Nie Weiyang, who was 1.91 meters tall, could barely place his feet on the ground when he mounted the vehicle.

This is a steel behemoth that combines strength, speed and flexibility. It has reserved space for adding other components and modification and upgrading, and is also equipped with a large number of unnecessary functions.

Moreover, while ensuring safety as much as possible, its explosive acceleration and impact performance have been specially enhanced.

Nie Weiyang circled the motorcycle twice, then squatted down and stared at the muzzle-shaped dent in the middle of the bumper, which emitted a brilliant blue light. He smiled with satisfaction. He gently stroked the front of the motorcycle, like a knight stroking a horse or a hunter stroking his hound.

Now he can fully understand why there are so many people on earth who love motorcycles as much as they love their own lives.

A car that is made entirely for you, with almost no space left for others. It is your vehicle, your weapon, your shield, your closest comrade-in-arms... It goes through wind and rain with you, crosses long roads under the sunshine, takes you away from life, and carries you to pursue your dreams and unwilling fate... How can you not love this?

"From now on, we'll be dependent on each other." Nie Weiyang patted the front of the car. Even though this steel behemoth had no life, intelligence, or self, he bent down and introduced himself to it earnestly: "I'm Nie Weiyang, your knight."

Nie Weiyang climbed into the vehicle. On the vehicle name customization screen, he pondered for a moment, then suddenly revealed a wicked smile and typed three words into the name field: [Lucky Sign].

New world, buddy, here to give out lucky lottery tickets.

Look who is so lucky to get the close contact benefit!
……

Near dusk, the believers of the Return Sect arrived at the gate of City Voice.

"This is it." The senior believer leading the team breathed a sigh of relief. It was also his first time carrying out such a mission, so he wasn't very confident.

"As long as we place the Lord's Blessing Beacon on the top floor of the signal tower, our mission will be accomplished." He quickened his pace and said, "Hurry up, we must leave 'City Voice' before dark."

The Return Sect was well prepared for the new world, and they naturally knew that pre-civilized cities were dangerous at two different levels during the day and at night. Although the changes that occurred with the alternation of day and night varied from city to city, C3510 was clearly one of the most dangerous.

"Messenger, is there any new news from the Bone Temple?" asked a senior believer.

Next to him, a believer who looked no different from any other ordinary believer raised his head. This person's mask was completely closed, and even his eyes were closed as if he was crying.

This is a 'Spirit Messenger', a profession that can transmit information through spiritual induction. Although it is not a special profession, the job requirements are quite special: the Spirit Messenger must be twins or male and female twins with similar personalities and mental states, and their hearts are also connected, so that they can exchange information with each other even when they are thousands of miles apart.

Moreover, the fact that the spirit messenger needs to be in a "similar mental state" means that if one party suffers a great shock or life-threatening situation, this resonant information transmission will be almost abolished, leaving only the individual's combat capability.

Therefore, while this profession wasn't unique and its combat effectiveness wasn't low, its numbers were extremely low. In the entire Return Sect, there were only three pairs of Spirit Messenger Masters—if there weren't special circumstances, normal twins would have preferred other professions, at least without these many restrictions.

The team leader himself did not expect that this mission would involve a spirit messenger, but this just shows the importance of this mission.

The higher-ups have entrusted him with such an important task...his future is bright!

Information raced through the team leader's mind, and the Spirit Messenger spoke, a soft female voice. "The Bone Sacrifice Court has informed us that we have arrived at the location of Mission 3510, while Target has not yet left C. We should remain vigilant, cautious, and prioritize Mission ."

"Sir, after entering the City Sound, my perception has been blocked..."

The leader nodded. "Relax, messenger of the gods. The filthy, unblessed creatures of the previous civilization are trying to control this space, but it doesn't matter. Once the great Lord's blessing arrives, this tower, blessed by the gods, will become one of our greatest aids."

Their mission is to place a blessing beacon to allow the Lord to gain control of the city voice of C3510, and by the way kill the second target, the strongest person in the new world named by the Lord, a motorcycle knight - Nie Weiyang.

Among the eighteen people present, he himself was a [Divine Gifter], accompanied by a [Spirit Control Messenger], and the others could all be considered [Spirit Shapers]...

They are using a series of deadly moves targeting the mind and soul, and are preparing to compete with the so-called strongest person in the new world!
The team leader pressed the elevator door several times, his face gradually darkening amidst the humming prayers: "Why won't this elevator open? Is it broken?"

"Or... should we take the stairs?" the Spirit Messenger said weakly.

The leader snorted a little, but turned around and walked up the stairs obediently.

　Among ten thousand ways to die, how can being close to a lucky number not be considered good luck?

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　　I consulted a lot with my motorcycle enthusiast friends to write this book. I'm very grateful to Mr. Huo for all his suggestions, which helped me realize my romantic dream (what kind of dream!!) of a paladin riding a motorcycle to kill enemies...

　　Everyone has something that they particularly like and want to see!

　　For example, I really want to see the Paladin driving a motorcycle through the darkness to separate the enemy and the friend, and let the front of the motorcycle make close contact with the enemy's face!
　　(I’ve stopped pretending at this point!)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)