What do you mean the games you make are all real?!

Chapter 84 Sekiro and the Divine Child (4000 words)

"Can I bring Leon's skills into the world of Sekiro?" Fang Qingzhou continued to ask the system in his mind.

He had finally managed to level up his Bristleback to Advanced in Raccoon City, and also mastered Firearms Proficiency and Basic Combat to the highest level. If he could bring these skills into the world of Sekiro, things would be much easier for him.

[The host can only use powers from the Sekiro universe.]

"Sigh—" Although he had already guessed the answer, Fang Qingzhou still felt a sense of disappointment that was hard to hide after receiving the system's definite reply.

His Steelback Beast, with its eight times the resistance to blows, his Eagle Eye that could see the trajectory of bullets, and his Invincible Body that could withstand several blows from Tyrant's Fist were all gone.

"Alright, let's begin now." Fang Qingzhou took a deep breath and stood up straight.

After exchanging for the second production line and the Tracker, he still has several hundred million yuan in usable funds, enough to buy dozens of resurrection coins.

Based on previous Resident Evil experiences, you won't die many times in the first chapter.

The moment he finished speaking, the long-lost dizziness returned.

When Fang Qingzhou opened his eyes again, he found himself at the bottom of a dry well, the moonlight above barely illuminating the rough stone walls around him.

Fang Qingzhou had no time to observe his surroundings, as he was in excruciating pain all over his body.

"Hiss—" Fang Qingzhou gasped in pain.

Especially his chest, it felt like a knife had been stabbed into it; he hadn't experienced such intense pain in a long time.

Previously in the Resident Evil world, the pain was only this intense when bitten by a zombie at the very beginning. Later, as the Bristleback's level increased, the pain was significantly reduced.

Returning to this state without pain protection is really hard to adjust to.

At the same time, the wolf's memories also flooded into his mind, but the memories about ninja training were all fragmented and not systematic at all, and he had also forgotten three whole years of memories.

"What kind of garbage start is this?" Fang Qingzhou couldn't help but curse. Being seriously injured at the start was bad enough, but he didn't even have a complete set of skills.

It's worth noting that at the beginning of the Resident Evil universe, Leon generously contributed four skills and one aura skill.

Bristleback allows him to withstand attacks, Li Sanguang enables him to find supplies, firearms proficiency makes him more accurate, basic combat skills make him fearless in close combat, and aura skills make him immune to all poisons.

This top-tier ninja, who has been rigorously trained since childhood, can't even come up with a single complete and systematic skill set? Could the system have taken a cut in this regard?

Just as Fang Qingzhou was still cursing the system's ancestors at the bottom of the well, something suddenly floated down from above the well opening.

It was a yellow letter, which spun slowly in the moonlight like a ginkgo leaf blown down by the wind, and finally landed gently on the muddy ground in front of him.

Fang Qingzhou knew the plot had begun. He didn't have time to continue cursing the system. He bent down, picked up the letter, and unfolded it. The handwriting on the letter was neat calligraphy. The gist of the letter was that he was to go to a place called Wangyue Tower.

Although Fang Qingzhou had died dozens of times in front of the first samurai general when he played Sekiro before, he still remembered this opening scene clearly. Next, he was going to Wangyue Tower to find the divine child Hirata Kuro.

However, Fang Qingzhou had always had a question in his mind since he started playing the game: according to the official settings, Hirata Kuro was a real male, but his voice acting and appearance in the game didn't look like a man at all.

This is a good opportunity to go and find out.

"However, how do we get up there?" Fang Qingzhou put the letter away and looked up at the well opening above him.

The well opening was five or six meters above the bottom where he was standing. The well walls were made of stones of different sizes, and occasionally a few gaps could be seen between the stones to step on.

In the game, the wolf jumped up in a few leaps, but in the real world, even with the Bristleback skill, he couldn't jump up. Could his heavily injured body do it now?

Fang Qingzhou tried moving his body around and soon discovered the amazing talent of this body.

Even though he was seriously injured, his legs were still full of explosive power. He tried to kick the wall and easily jumped up nearly two meters high.

The feeling was completely different from when he jumped in the real world using the enhanced muscles of Bristleback. Bristleback's jump was a build-up of power, which seemed somewhat clumsy.

But the wolf's leap is as if it's being lifted up by the wind, with every joint and every muscle working together in the most optimized and energy-efficient way.

Moreover, those fragmented memories of ninja training, though unsystematic, would automatically surface when he needed them.

Without a second thought, his fingers found the perfect grip on the well wall, and the moment his toes touched it, he adjusted to the most stable angle of balance. A few moments later, he climbed out of the well.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Fang Qingzhou couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

Although his current body is severely injured, the agility and instinctive reactions he just displayed would probably be enough to beat Leon, who had just entered the police station, from head to toe in Raccoon City.

Given Leon's rudimentary shooting skills when he first entered Raccoon City, even with a gun, it's not certain he could hit him.

As expected of a ninja who has undergone rigorous training since childhood.

He seemed to have cursed the wrong system, but it was absolutely impossible for him to apologize to it. The kickbacks that this heartless dog system had taken from him were enough to exchange for several production lines. It would be too good for it if he didn't curse it a few more times.

He was initially apprehensive about what would happen next, but with this body, as long as he recovered from his injuries, wouldn't he be able to take off?

He quickly pressed himself against the mountain wall and carefully made his way towards the Moon Gazing Tower. At the end of the mountain wall was a patch of low bushes, and three warriors wearing straw raincoats and bamboo hats stood in the open space, holding katanas in their hands.

Fang Qingzhou had no intention of fighting these three warriors. He didn't even have a knife right now, and he was injured. It was best not to act rashly.

His ninja instincts made his footsteps very light, and he easily bypassed the bushes, soon spotting a two-story building on the edge of the cliff.

There were guards in front of the small building, so the only way to get around it was to go around the cliff behind it.

Fang Qingzhou began to climb the cliff edge like a monkey, carefully making each landing point, knowing that if he fell, he would be torn to pieces.

Finally, he climbed to the cliff side of Wangyue Tower, gripped the wooden frame of the second-floor window with his fingers, took a deep breath, and pulled himself up with both arms, his head popping out from under the window.

Inside the room, a person dressed in a plain-colored kimono with extremely delicate features sat by the window, looking down at a book in their hands by the moonlight.

Then the moonlight was suddenly blocked by a head that popped out from under the windowsill, startling him so much that he shrank back and almost dropped the book in his hand.

But when he saw the familiar face on that head, his astonishment immediately turned into joy, and he blurted out:

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"Wolf, you've come!"

"Yes, I'm here." Fang Qingzhou flipped over and jumped into the room through the window, landing almost silently on the wooden floor.

Then he stepped forward and gently pinched Hirata Kuro's excessively handsome face, instead of kneeling down and bowing respectfully as in the game.

Hirata Kuro felt the hand on his face and froze, his cheeks turning slightly red.

Fang Qingzhou has now completely figured out one thing: based on his experience in the Resident Evil world, he doesn't actually need to rigidly follow the game's plot step by step.

As long as you have enough ability, you can change the plot. The system will also automatically correct any unreasonable parts when releasing the game.

However, this is contingent on having the ability, and sometimes changes in the plot may further increase the difficulty.

For example, his action of pinching Jiulang's face is just like changing the respectful kneeling on one knee in the game to a slightly more unrestrained intimate gesture. The difficulty will not increase by much.

When the system generates this experience into a game, it will probably change the character creation animation back to the original kneeling greeting.

After all, it does seem a bit out of place for such a modern way of expressing oneself to appear in the works of Sengoku ninjas.

Fang Qingzhou found it quite interesting to pinch Jiulang's pink face; the face, full of collagen, felt very nice to the touch. However, he soon noticed Jiulang's barely noticeable Adam's apple, and his enthusiasm immediately subsided. He muttered to himself.

"He really is a cute boy—what a pity—"

"Wolf, what are you saying?" Hirata Kuro asked, rubbing his cheeks, which were red from being pinched.

He heard Fang Qingzhou's words, but didn't understand what they meant.

"I mean, it's been a long time. Divine Child, how have you been here?" Fang Qingzhou changed the subject without changing his expression.

Upon hearing this, Hirata Kuro's face, which had been flushed and shy, quickly fell to a low profile, and the light that had shone in his clear eyes because of the reunion dimmed.

He lowered his eyes, remained silent for a moment, and then said in a calm tone that seemed out of place for his age, "Except for the lack of freedom, everything else is fine."

On his way here, Fang Qingzhou overheard the warriors guarding outside Wangyue Tower whispering among themselves, saying that the young divine child imprisoned upstairs had been kept under house arrest for so long, and that his life must not have been as good as he had imagined.

This Moon-Viewing Tower looks quiet and elegant, with the bright moon and cliffs outside the window, but in Jiulang's eyes it's probably no different from a prison cell.

"By the way, Wolf, this is your sword, Kusabimaru." Hirata Kuro seemed reluctant to continue discussing how he was doing. He turned around, took a samurai sword in a black scabbard from the wooden shelf next to him, and solemnly handed it to Fang Qingzhou with both hands.

His previously somber face tightened instantly, and he spoke in a completely different, serious tone: "My ninja, obey the master-servant pact, risk your lives for me."

Fang Qingzhou looked down at the knife in Jiulang's hand. It was an ancient knife with a deep black lacquer scabbard, without any superfluous decorations, only a warm luster polished from years of handling.

As far as he knew, the sword was passed down through generations of the Hirata family, a commoner family in Ashina, but the name Kusabimaru was given by Kuro himself.

The word "楔" means "wedge" or "bond," and a bond can also mean "tether" or "bind."

Kuro named the sword "Kuseimaru" and gave it to Wolf, signifying that the sword represented the unbreakable bond between the two of them.

Fang Qingzhou did not immediately take the wedge-shaped pill, and Jiulang immediately panicked. The only person he could trust now was Wolf. If even Wolf betrayed him, what would he do?

The next moment, Fang Qingzhou reached out and took the ancient sword called Wedge Maru.

Before Jiulang could even catch his breath, he felt a large hand press down on the top of his head and begin to vigorously rub it back and forth, turning his neatly combed light-colored hair into a bird's nest.

His face, which had been trying so hard to look mature, suddenly collapsed, and his cheeks flushed red again uncontrollably.

"Why does a kid always have such a long face? And all that talk about risking your life? Don't worry, I'll protect you."

Fang Qingzhou continued to rub Jiulang's head with one hand, while hanging the wedge-shaped pill around his waist with the other.

Hirata Kuro was stunned.

The warmth of that rough hand still lingered on his head, and a few strands of ruffled hair fell from his forehead, obscuring half of his eyes.

But he didn't reach out to brush the hair aside; instead, he tilted his head back and looked at Fang Qingzhou with an expression as if he were seeing the person in front of him for the first time.

The wolf was his ninja; ever since he could remember, this man had silently followed behind him, like a shadow that was forever shrouded in darkness.

He remembered that the wolf would stand guard outside the door all night while he slept, that the wolf would drape a raincoat over him on rainy days and get soaked in the rain itself, and that the wolf's hair falling across its forehead and its perpetually downcast eyes every time it knelt down to receive orders.

But the wolf had never touched his head, never ruffled his hair so casually.

His relationship with the wolf has been like this since childhood: the lord gives serious orders, and the ninja respectfully obeys, with an insurmountable master-servant distinction between them.

He felt that the person in front of him was not his wolf, but the contract he had personally made was real, proving that this was indeed his wolf.

He didn't know what was going on. Could it be a side effect of the Dragon's Blood?

"Wolf, do you remember what happened that night three years ago?" Jiulang asked.

"Three years ago? Sorry, I don't remember. I lost three years of memories. What happened that night?" Fang Qingzhou said. The wolf indeed did not have three years of memories.

"It's nothing—" Jiulang didn't ask any further questions. The wolf seemed to be doing quite well now.

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