Wan Jie Hospice Care Company

Your character is at level D-. You can spend 10 points to draw a D-level skill and choose one of three options to learn.

The probability of winning the lottery is as follows: E-level skill 30%, D-level skill 50%, C-level skill 15%, B-level skill 5%, A-level skill 0%, S-level skill 0%.

"Oh? You've reached D- rank?" Xiang Yu thought about it for a while and realized that it made sense. His spirit was at D rank, and he also had a C-rank skill. All things considered, he could barely get close to D rank.

"lottery."

Three options have been obtained.

[Skill 1: Throwing Mastery (Rank D Skill): Grants an accuracy bonus when using thrown items, roughly equivalent to the level of a world-class throwing master. Power depends on your strength.]

[Skill Note: If Jing Ke had possessed this skill, he truly could have killed Qin Shi Huang.]

[Skill 2: Red Temperature Rampage (C-Rank Skill): At the cost of overdrawing your body, you borrow future power and agility to increase today's strength and agility. The increase is related to the number of days the power was borrowed. For each day the power was borrowed, your strength and agility will decrease to E-.]

[Skill Note: Warning, warning!]

[Skill 3: A Thousand Faces (Rank C Skill): You can disguise yourself as someone else's appearance, voice, and even smell. Rank C and lower units cannot distinguish you by appearance alone. This skill is deactivated upon being attacked.]

[Skill Note: The principle is actually similar to Sichuan opera face-changing, with a touch of fantasy.]

"Wow, that's pretty lucky, two C grades."

Xiang Yu narrowed his eyes, his dark pupils sweeping over the three options. He immediately eliminated Throwing Mastery—the skill was far too ordinary.

In Xiang Yu's eyes, skills that can be replaced by firearms or modern technology are not considered good skills.

If a pistol is roughly at the E+ level of combat capability, then assault rifles and similar weapons should be around the D- level. Using a valuable D-level skill to replace a rifle? That's a bit of a waste.

Next, you need to choose one from skill two or three.

Hong Wen goes berserk...

Xiang Yu silently deduced the effects of this skill in his mind. It sounded like he could be a superhuman for a day, unleashing strength and speed far beyond that of ordinary people. But the problem was that once that day was over, he would fall into a state of extreme weakness.

In today's perilous world, where monsters could appear at any moment, putting oneself in such a weakened state is hardly a wise choice.

It's like drinking poison to quench thirst; it may relieve the immediate crisis, but it could cost you your life at some crucial moment later.

"Then let's choose personalized recommendations."

[Congratulations! You have achieved a personalized profile. You can collect information about a person and record them in the system to impersonate them as your target.]

"OK, everything is ready now, we can go to the banquet."

Xiang Yu stood up from his chair and turned his head to find that An Ling seemed to have been covering herself with the blanket and humming something softly.

"...What are you doing?"

"I...I'll try again." An Ling peeked her head out from under the covers, her hair a little messy, her cheeks flushed slightly. "What if I sang off-key just now?"

"Your pitch wasn't very accurate back then either, it has nothing to do with that."

"Just give it a try, it doesn't cost any money anyway," An Ling said, then covered her head with the blanket and sang without disturbing the neighbors.

"...Take care and get some rest. Don't sing all night. Otherwise, your vocal cords will get inflamed tomorrow, which will be a problem."

After saying this, Xiang Yu turned and left the ward. His shadow stretched long in the pale light of the corridor, like a sword drawn from its sheath, as he headed towards the [New Century Square] recorded in his diary.

……

Xiang Yu felt that every city seemed to have its own New Century Square, from large metropolises to small county towns, they all had this name.

This square happened to be the square next to An Ling's house, and one of the reasons why Xiang Yu didn't bring An Ling home immediately was that he didn't want An Ling, the child of this world, to become the focus of attention.

She is very important to this world; she may very well be the key to saving or destroying it. We cannot be careless.

It's rush hour, and the streets are filled with people heading home. Their faces are weary, their steps hurried, as if pulled home by invisible threads. Thankfully, there aren't so many cars these days, otherwise the roads would be congested for a while.

Xiang Yu walked among the crowd, his pace neither fast nor slow, as if he had blended into the rhythm of the city.

By the time he reached the center of the square, the snow had stopped.

In the center of the square stands a statue of a general holding a long sword, looking majestic. He must have been a hero from this county.

Three people were already standing around the statue, casting long shadows under the dim streetlights.

"Oh, the last one's here?"

The group consisted of two women and one man. One was a middle-aged man with a square face and a hint of fierceness in his eyes; another was a woman around thirty years old, dressed in a well-fitting suit with shrewd eyes; and the third was a girl about the same age as An Ling, wearing a pink down jacket and looking somewhat timid.

The one who greeted Xiang Yu was the thirty-year-old woman among them.

The woman was dressed in a well-tailored black business suit, exuding the aura of a powerful career woman. Her hair was styled in an elegant updo, her makeup was impeccable, and her sharp eyes conveyed shrewdness and intelligence—the kind of person who could command the business world.

"Were you also guided here?" The woman extended her hand to Xiang Yu. "You're quite handsome, young man."

Xiang Yu remained noncommittal, simply maintaining a polite smile and gently shaking hands with the other person: "I agree with that as well."

"Alright, since that's the case, let's get straight to the point and get to know each other, shall we?" The woman in the suit smiled. "My name is Luo Yue. This is my second time entering the dungeon. My current level is E+, which isn't very high, but I shouldn't be a burden to you."

The girl beside him seemed very shy and said timidly, "My name is Jiang Ning... I was sleeping soundly when I was captured and brought here. This is my first time here... What is my character level?"

Her voice was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, her eyes avoided direct gaze at others, and her hands nervously gripped the hem of her down jacket.

Luo Yue smiled gently. She walked over to the girl very considerately, like a kind older sister, and said in a soft tone, "Show me your control panel."

The girl unfolded her panel without any suspicion. Xiang Yu glanced at it out of the corner of his eye and found that it seemed quite different from his own panel.

For example, they don't seem to have an interface for drawing skills; skills seem to be obtained from quest rewards or by exploring dungeons.

It seems that while our systems appear similar, they are actually quite different.

Xiang Yu chuckled to himself. He was becoming more and more like a werewolf in a game of Werewolf, blending in with a group of good people and pretending to be on their side.

Under Luo Yue's guidance, Jiang Ning successfully mastered the system's usage and also revealed her level—E-level.

He is indeed a normal person who has never experienced the trials of dungeons.

At this moment, Luo Yue turned to look at the middle-aged man: "It's your turn."

The middle-aged man who had been silent all along frowned: "Why should I tell you this? Since you've participated in dungeons, you should know one thing: the fewer people who survive in a dungeon, the more rewards you get. If only one person survives, you can enjoy all the rewards."

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yu nodded almost imperceptibly. The masked man had said yesterday that these people weren't really united... This must be what he meant.

This zero-sum game mechanism is indeed a perfect breakthrough.

"Haha, you're joking, brother. The prerequisite for getting the reward is clearing the level. This world is D-level in difficulty. We'll definitely have to cooperate to get through. There's no chance if we go it alone." Luo Yue stated the pros and cons. "If we start fighting amongst ourselves now... I'm afraid none of us will get the reward."

"Heh, you two, one E-rank and one E+, aren't even a match for me combined. What good would your help be?" The middle-aged man sneered. "Do either of you have any D-rank skills? I have several."

He patted his chest and said in a deep voice, "So don't waste your time. I'm already being very reasonable by not attacking you directly. I'll clear the dungeon myself from now on, you don't need to worry about me."

"That's such a pity," Luo Yue said politely, without being angry.

But just then, a person about the same age as Xiang Yu came running, panting, towards the group's meeting place, shouting, "I'm so sorry, so sorry, so sorry! I'm late!!! My spawn point is too far from here, it'll take me a long time to get to the mission location!"

He was running so fast that he almost tripped over his own shoelaces. He scrambled to his feet and continued rushing toward where the others were gathered.

Suddenly, the center of the square fell into dead silence.

"..." Xiang Yu raised an eyebrow.

The middle-aged man, who was just about to leave, suddenly turned around, his brows furrowed, and his voice low: "Wait, isn't this a four-player dungeon? Why are there five people?"