Martial God Development Plan

Final experience gain multiplier: 1.03~1.09

[Internal Strength Effect: None]

"The fixed experience is very high...I see."

Ji Zhao in the picture accepts the Rotten Wood Sutra.

【Wang An: "Logically speaking, I should teach Master Zhao the method of transformation now. This method can transform the internal energy of this practice into the internal energy of another practice, but there will be some loss in the process. However, Master Zhao has a good understanding... Moreover, Master Zhao has only studied the Yang Qi Sutra for a little while. It would be a bit of a waste to spend a lot of time practicing the method of transformation now. It is better to practice this method of dispersing energy. You can learn it in one afternoon."】

【Ji Zhao: “Alright…”】

After that, Ji Zhao sat cross-legged. The sun rose in the east and set, and soon it was evening.

【Ji Zhao comprehends the 'dispersion of power'. 】

【Wang An: "Master Zhao, go to bed early. There's no need to worry too much about defending the city."】

"...You really know how to talk."

Ji Zhao outside couldn't help but complain.

Ji Zhao in the room went back to his room and slept for the night. The screen went dark, and then brightened again. A sundial appeared in the upper right corner, marking the time. In the bottom column, there were two more items: "Kung Fu" and "Martial Arts".

At the same time, the main task was refreshed, and a line of large golden characters appeared.

[Improve yourself and do everything you can to prevent the city from breaking]

Ji Zhao's heart skipped a beat when he saw the sundial with the year, month, day, hour, minute and second clearly marked on it. Then, when he saw the task, he was certain that if the player did not complete certain tasks before a fixed time, the main storyline would fail. But here came the problem... no matter which key he pressed, there was no save option.

For a main quest that clearly has a time limit and is likely to be lost if not completed, it would be too much not to save the game, right?!

Even if this game is a work-in-progress, it doesn't take much effort to make a save file.

"This game is a bit strange..."

Although he had thought so in his heart for a long time, the fact that he was not even given a save file really made Ji Zhao's doubts reach the limit.

He wanted to make a phone call to ask if this game was a low-cost stand-alone game made by the young people at Uncle Liu's place, but he felt that it was really no big deal. Who would install a game on the new computer without saying a word, and even deliberately put in an easter egg? It was likely that they wanted him to help with a live broadcast and advertisement. In this case, he actually had to take the initiative to call and ask this and that... There was no such thing, there was absolutely no such thing in the world.

[“However, even if I’m really interested, is this half-finished product that hasn’t even been saved yet really in need of traffic diversion… or is this event a plot-killing event that can’t be passed, equivalent to the prologue stage, so there is no save file.”]

Volume 1: The Birth of the Martial God: Chapter 5: The Strange Changes in Reality

Perhaps because he felt from the bottom of his heart that this prologue would not last too long, Ji Zhao continued the game.

An option of "cultivation" and "disperse power" appeared on the bed. Ji Zhao clicked it. After the power was run for a cycle, he would gain experience. The specific time consumed depended on the characteristics of the power and personal meridian martial arts theory, usually about half an hour.

Ji Zhao was not in a hurry to finish his training, but went out for a stroll first. As the saying goes, practicing martial arts makes you a beggar, while strolling makes you a hero. Looking at the protagonist's aptitude, you know that practicing hard must be a waste. With this poor nine-square grid, who can you beat?

After going out, Wang An is still practicing martial arts under the big tree. When you get closer, press the Enter key. In addition to the dialogue, there is also an 'Observe' option.

【Role: Wang An】

【Comprehension: 8+7】

[Root bone: 11+7]

【Martial Arts Literacy: 264】

[Common characteristics: root bone lv2, understanding lv1, innate lv1, speed lv1]

[Unique Features: None]

【Overall assessment: D-low】

Ji Zhao tried to have a conversation.

【Wang An: "Excuse me, Master Zhao. I have only practiced some basic rural martial arts and stopped using swords and guns thirty years ago. I never thought that at this age, I would encounter such a thing as the Black Cavalry rebellion..."】

Press Enter again, and the same sentence will appear.

Ji Zhao turned around and controlled the character to harass the older sister who was difficult to tell whether she was a male or a female, to see if he could get some tasks from her, such as 'repair of the city gate requires xxx materials', and then he went running around. After all, unclogging the toilet, like hitting lobsters with a small wooden stick, is also a part of RPG games that must be appreciated.

【Ji Bei: "Don't bother me."】

"......Okay." Before leaving, Ji Zhao observed Ji Bei.

【Role: Ji Bei】

【Comprehension: 13+30】

[Root bone: 16+20]

【Martial Arts Literacy: 3548】

[Common characteristics: root bone lv4, understanding lv5, innate lv4, crushing lv3, speed lv3, duel lv3, unparalleled lv1, martial power lv3, adversity lv3]

[Unique Features: None]

【Comprehensive assessment: Extremely high】

After leaving the Ji family, Ji Zhao walked around Anchun County. It was unknown what was wrong with the author of this game's brain, as he put a lot of inexplicable buildings there. Ninety percent of the houses on a street were ordinary houses that could not be entered, and there were a lot of NPCs on the street who only had dialogue options. Ji Zhao talked to them one by one, but they only said the same few sentences over and over again, and none of them were meaningful.

[“The city is not going to be broken, my girl…sigh.”]

[“Your Majesty, in order to resist the Ning people, imposed heavy taxes and levied heavy levies, and exploited the southerners, leading to the disaster of Shengwu…”]

[“Legend has it that the Whip-Mace Ghost Liu Wei ate his brother in his mother’s womb, so that when he was born he had two heads and four arms, two holding a mace and two holding a whip. This is how the Whip-Mace Ghost got its name.”]

[“Liu Wei has only a few men under his command. He is just a bandit gang. The weapons that Shengwu Duke robbed did not give him much. If the Ning people had not attacked and the front line had not started fighting, the young and strong men in the counties and prefectures would not have been conscripted. How could such a small number of people have broken through the city…”]

[“What a pity! Ning people are not at peace, and Yan land is not at peace!”]

Ji Zhao walked for several minutes but still couldn't find an NPC with a yellow exclamation mark on his body, or even a second building to enter. He felt annoyed for a moment and thought this action was really meaningless.

Buzz buzz————

The phone on his computer desk vibrated, he picked it up and saw that the caller was Master Zheng... As a professional player, Ji Zhao did not rely solely on wild methods to fight, he was proficient in many fighting skills and never stopped learning. Master Zheng was one of his more than 20 coaches.

"Hey."

"It's me, Zheng Xingguo. Is Mr. Ji free now? It's time for our agreed boxing practice. If it's convenient, I'll drive over right now."

"Well, I'm free, come over here, I'll warm up."

Ji Zhao casually pressed the C key. Generally speaking, stand-alone games are like this. As long as you press the backpack or attribute key, the game will be paused, which is the same as the effect of pressing Esc. He didn't pay too much attention to it and stood up and left the room.

But in the upper right corner of the screen, the time is still ticking by every second.

......

When walking out of the room, Ji Zhao felt inexplicably dizzy. This feeling came and went quickly, disappearing without a trace in just a moment.

Ji Zhao shook his head, but found that the world in front of him was a little blurry for some reason. The details that his eyes could clearly capture before were now a little unclear.

【“…?”】

【"What's wrong?"】

Ji Zhao knew clearly in his heart that he was not very healthy. He was not doing fitness, he was practicing martial arts, and practicing martial arts would inevitably hurt the body. In fact, even fitness can be harmful to the body if done excessively. Once anything becomes a professional level, it will inevitably be bad for the body.

【“We need to go to the hospital.”】

Ji Zhao was still very concerned about his health. He went downstairs, took out his phone and called Zheng Xingguo. But as soon as the call was connected, he remembered that the other party might be driving and it was inconvenient for him to answer the call. He was about to end the call when the call was connected. Zheng Xingguo's somewhat stiff voice came from the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Ji. I am your boxing master Zheng Xingguo. What can I do for you?"

These words were particularly strange, and did not sound like something that would be said in daily conversation. Zheng Xingguo's tone was also inexplicably stiff, lacking in emotional change. However, Ji Zhao was concerned about his eyes at the moment, and did not hear clearly what Zheng Xingguo said. He hurriedly said, "Today's training is cancelled," and hung up the phone.

Ji Zhao drove to the hospital and planned to see an ophthalmologist.

The receptionist at the registration counter smiled perfectly, as if he had repeated it in front of a mirror millions of times, to the point where there was not a single flaw: "Hello, sir, which department would you like to register for?"

"Ophthalmology." Ji Zhao said concisely.

"OK, please scan this code."

Ji Zhao couldn't help but glance at the receptionist, who was providing service with a standard smile throughout the entire process... For people working in the service industry, being able to maintain such a standard smile for the entire day is definitely a great skill, but for some reason, Ji Zhao felt a little weird. He subconsciously glanced around and found that the receptionist next to him was also smiling like that.

This really made people feel a little uneasy, but Ji Zhao just quickly withdrew his gaze... In fact, along the way, he often felt various senses of incongruity.

For example, the many cars on the road are synchronized, their turn signals are on in unison, and when the red light is about to turn green, they all step on the accelerator at the same time, as if they were twins with telepathy. The pedestrians on the road, including everyone in the hospital now, all move in unison when they walk, as if different models are fitted with the same set of movements... All these things bring a huge sense of incongruity.

[“It’s like…”]

Ji Zhao took a few steps back and turned to look. The hospital staff at the other windows were also maintaining this strange smile, while the people who were taking the medicine all looked normal, as if they didn't notice anything.

[“Same as in the game…!”]

Volume 1: The Martial God Descends: Chapter 6: The Distorted World

【"What's going on...?!"】

Ji Zhao felt uneasy, took two steps back and grabbed a passing nurse: "Excuse me, is there any leader coming to inspect the work today? Why are the staff at these windows smiling like this?"

The young nurse calmly shook off Ji Zhao's hand: "Sir, please don't disturb my work."

Ji Zhao took two steps forward and grabbed the other person: "Wait..."

"Sir, please don't disturb me while I'm working."

"...?!"

"Sir, please don't disturb me while I'm working."

The volume, tone and intonation of the three replies were all exactly the same, without any pauses or fluctuations in breathing. Even the most professional voice actors could not achieve this level. Ji Zhao could swear as a martial arts master that humans would never be able to control the body to this extent.

In an instant, Ji Zhao felt a chill spreading from his tailbone up to the top of his head.

pat.

At this moment, a hand was placed on Ji Zhao's shoulder... Ji Zhao twitched his body and subconsciously turned around to attack. He grabbed the opponent's arm with his backhand and was about to capture the opponent, but the moment he saw the opponent, all his desire to attack disappeared completely, leaving only an indescribable huge panic.

Standing in front of Ji Zhao was a pixelated black and white figure.

It was not a strange cosplay costume, but real pixels. Thousands of blurry little squares combined together to form a man wearing ancient costume and suspected to have long white hair... Even those thousands of little squares kept shaking with the man's movements.

Ji Zhao felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, but his body, which had experienced countless battles, began to move on its own. It completely followed its instincts and jumped back to create some distance.

People were coming and going in the hospital, but everyone was doing their own thing as if they didn't notice this extremely weird pixelated man.

After keeping a little distance, Ji Zhao did not run away or attack, but stared at the pixel man. At some point, a bubble appeared next to the pixel man and floated quietly in the air like a line in a comic.

[“Ji Zhao, I can only repeat this fixed line now. Believe me, advance the game, I can tell you more. If you do nothing, the world will be swallowed up by the ‘Mirror’ silently... Advance the game. No matter what the ending is, good or bad, it doesn’t matter. It’s not your story yet. However, you must advance the game! Otherwise, your story will not have a chance to begin!”]

"......?" Ji Zhao was so frightened that he could hardly control himself. He gritted his teeth and managed to stay calm. "You are...what?"

The pixel man turned his head and looked at Ji Zhao. Bubbles appeared above his head again, and the same lines were spoken.

Ji Zhao tried to have a few words with the pixelated black and white man, but as the bubbles popping up above his head said, he only had this one line.

【“…”】

Ji Zhao had seen a lot of storms after all. After the initial panic, he quickly forced himself to calm down, turned around and left the hospital and drove to the police station. The pixelated black and white man did not follow him... As expected, it was useless. The police turned into a repeating machine saying "Do you want to report a crime?" and "I don't understand what you are saying."

After that, Ji Zhao went to various places one after another, but gained nothing. All the people were the same. Although they looked no different from real people, just a little blurry, they had actually become programs that ran according to a fixed process.

He knew that probably no one could help him, so he drove back home immediately. However, he did not go upstairs to continue the inexplicable game immediately. Instead, he sat in the car to sort out his thoughts.

Ji Zhao was full of doubts... too many. Something was wrong ever since the strange bird cry made his hands tremble. The games after that were fine, as long as he treated them as semi-finished products, there was nothing wrong with them. But after he went out... no, since that dizziness, perhaps everything was different.

Ji Zhao knew clearly that no matter how much he thought about it or how he organized his thoughts, it would not help at all. But he still wanted to wait... As for what he was waiting for, he was not quite sure.

Maybe it's another pixelated man who suddenly pops up, with a bubble saying "that person is lying to you" on his head. Or maybe it's a heroic blond foreign girl wearing a sexy tights who drops from the sky, shoots the mysterious agent with a backhand shot, and shouts to him "Hi, Zhao Ji, Follow me". If it really doesn't work, at least he has to suddenly faint from a dizziness, and then wake up to find himself in a room full of technology, and a mysterious man in a black windbreaker comes to him and says, welcome to join the xxx alliance, it's xxxx now, xx years have passed since the era you know, our enemy is artificial intelligence... and so on.

But, nothing came.

Ji Zhao did not hesitate for too long. His many years of professional career had cultivated his decisive character. Even when faced with such a major event that almost completely destroyed his worldview, he accepted the reality decisively and quickly.

Ji Zhao got out of the car and walked into the house. After he came to the computer, he felt dizzy again. This time, the intensity was much higher than the last time. Ji Zhao couldn't stand steadily at all. He fell to the ground with a dizzy head. When he opened his eyes again, the whole world was obviously in "game quality". Although the quality was comparable to the top 3A masterpieces on PC ten years ago, anyone could tell at a glance that this was a game, not reality.

However, Ji Zhao saw all this in reality.

"......Ha." Facing this strange situation, Ji Zhao sneered for some reason, "It seems that I really have no choice...?!"

After sneering, Ji Zhao realized something was wrong. He had just fallen in front of the computer at a bad angle and knocked over the computer host, knocking off the plug of the electrical wire.

[“Not good, that game…”]

He quickly stood up and reached for the plug, but stopped halfway... The computer screen was still flickering with a faint light, even though it was a desktop computer without a backup power supply and with the power cord unplugged.

In some modern games, computers occasionally appear, and players can attack these computers with guns. However, even if the host is broken, the computer screen will not be affected, because they are just a texture and there is no connection between them.

Just like now, the host is unplugged, but the screen is not affected... let's go further.

At this moment, no one can interrupt the game.

Volume 1: The Martial God Descends: Chapter 7: Attacked