Lucky billion players, you've never seen one before / I can accumulate my own luck

Aoandon reached out and caught the card and pen that flew towards her, and carefully looked at the contents.

There are seven classes in total: Swordsman, Spearman, Archer, Cavalryman, Magician, Assassin, and Berserker.

The swordsman, berserker, and magician have already been chosen, and the names of these three participants are introduced on the cards.

Swordsman, Azure Silver Jade Snow.

Berserker, Crimson Gu Hange.

Magician, Pure White Yan Keke.

Only four job placement agencies remain to be selected.

Aoandon began, “Yu Xuezhao, Gu Hange, Yan Keke… Judging from the introductions, they… or rather, they should represent the three major magical families that created the Holy Grail.”

"There are only three of us players here. They must all be dungeon creatures. There are seven classes, but we're missing one... Who could it be?"

"Perhaps a dungeon boss?" Marcus guessed. "Or some other unidentified dungeon creature?"

At this moment, Luther, who had been silent all along, suddenly said, "Could there be other players hiding around us?"

Upon hearing this, Marcus and Aoandon quickly looked around.

The two breathed a sigh of relief after finding no one was around.

Marcus said, "At times like these, don't say anything that might scare people!"

"There are six game items, and the dungeon bosses are unlikely to stay in one item exclusively. I guess this seventh participant is a creature from another dungeon."

Aoandon speculated, "If that's the case... the participants from the three major magic families have been directly revealed, even the class of the Holy Spirit has been given, but nothing has been revealed about the fourth instance creature."

"Do you think this is because the first three are very strong, while the last one is very weak?"

"To maintain balance, the strongest cards were revealed, while the weakest were hidden?"

“That’s a possibility,” Marcus nodded. “After all, they are the three great families that created the Holy Grail, so they must be able to summon very powerful Holy Spirits.”

“Let’s fill out the information first before we talk about these things,” Luther reminded them. “We only have five minutes. Once the time is up, the Holy Spirit’s call might become random and we won’t be able to choose. Then we’ll lose our initiative.”

Upon hearing this, Marcus and Aoandon nodded and wrote down their chosen abilities on the cards.

Aoandon chose the talent, while Marcus and Luther chose the item.

The card displays a hint: the higher the original level of the selected ability, the stronger the Holy Spirit summoned based on it.

With this in mind, both Marcus and Luther abandoned those items that had special functions but were of low level.

the other side.

The invisible Fan Xiao stood five meters away from the three of them, giving Luther, who had blond hair, a deep look.

After finding nothing unusual about the other person, he became certain of one thing—the woman had really just guessed randomly, and hadn't actually discovered him.

With that concern gone, he took his card and wrote "Angel of Death" on it.

By choosing and writing down whatever abilities you possess, you will summon the Holy Spirit, which is constructed based on those abilities.

Furthermore, the higher the level of the original ability, the stronger the basic attributes of the summoned holy spirit—basic attributes include strength, speed, resistance, reaction speed, attack output, and so on.

From this perspective, writing down the S-class psionic ability "Quantum Immortality" would have been the best choice for him.

However... there is another advantage to writing "Angels of Death" - after entering the dream of "Holy Spirit War", the player's mental power will be defined as magic power, and magic power will become the energy source for the activities of the Holy Spirit.

In other words, the Holy Spirit can continue to exist until the player's mental energy is exhausted.

Furthermore, the Holy Spirit can act independently and doesn't need to stay by the player's side all the time.

These two advantages perfectly solve the problems of the Little Angel's limited time in the field and insufficient attack range.

This is also why he designed and created the "Holy Wars" game project.

With the help of the project's copy rules, his strengths can break through limitations and become even stronger.

However, there is only one drawback—the little angels summoned in the Holy Spirit War dream are not real little angels, and their attack power is greatly limited due to the current level of Fairy Tale Town.

But Fan Xiao felt that this wasn't really a problem.

Being restricted in attack power does not mean that the nature of the attack is restricted. What the little angel lacks has never been attack power, but rather combat endurance and attack range.

If one strike isn't enough to kill an enemy, you can strike ten times.

Sacrificing some effort to make up for the shortcomings is quite worthwhile.

Moreover, in the dream world, only the player's mental strength is retained—mental strength represents magic power.

Everyone else has been weakened, but his strengths have become stronger, which will give him a huge advantage.

In some critical moments, this game project can even become his trump card against powerful external enemies.

After quickly writing down the selected abilities, Fan Xiao then checked the job rank options.

Marcus and his two companions had already chosen three of them, leaving him with only the cavalry.

The assassin was chosen by someone else...

Left with no other choice, Fan Xiao opted for the cavalry.

Soon, five minutes are up.

The dome, constructed of mosaic glass windows, suddenly emitted a strong light, shining on each player.

Marcus and the other two instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes.

When Marcus came to his senses, he looked around and found that he had already left the Golden Palace and appeared in a riverside warehouse area.

Not far away is a wide river. It is dusk, and the setting sun is reflected on the river. The golden-red afterglow spreads out in all directions, creating a beautiful scene.

This place... seems to be a corner of a city.

Aoandon was standing not far away, but Luther was nowhere to be seen.

Marcus was slightly taken aback, but immediately realized: "This is... our location has been moved? Random teleportation? I wonder where Luther has been teleported to."

“It’s not necessarily a change of location,” Aoandon shook her head slightly, a serious expression on her pretty face: “I’ve lost my power, my talents, and my tools. I can’t even use them anymore, and my physical abilities have been weakened to a very low level. What about you?”

"strength……"

Marcus checked himself and immediately frowned: "Mine is gone too. How is that possible? Aren't dungeons supposed to limit items? As long as we're conscious and have enough mental energy, we should be able to use our talents at any time."

"This is the first time I've encountered this situation..."

Aoandon frowned and said, "Perhaps... this isn't the real world? No players online have mentioned that there's a city in Fairy Tale Town."

“Could it be an illusion?” Marcus said. “Or rather… a dream?”

If it was a dream, then it can be explained.

It's not that they can't use their talents anymore, but rather that once they do, the effects of the talents only manifest around their physical bodies and not in their dreams—in dreams, they are merely consciousness.

Marcus immediately experimented with his talent a few times and found that his mental energy was somewhat depleted, but no talent effects appeared around him... This really is a dream!

What a vivid dream!

“That should be it,” Aoandon nodded. “Presumably, apart from some special abilities that affect self-awareness, other abilities cannot be used.”

"This is a bit troublesome!" Marcus's face darkened. "In this state, how are we supposed to compete for the Holy Grail? If our consciousness is killed, we'll probably really die... Hmm?"

Upon hearing the Holy Grail, Marcus immediately recalled corresponding memories—magical knowledge about the Holy Grail and the ritual knowledge of summoning the Holy Spirit.

He reached into his pocket and found a card inside.

He took it out and saw that it was the card from which he had written something before.

At the same time, he also learned how to leave this place—to become the final victor, or to be passive and survive until the end of the Holy Spirit War.

Regardless of which condition is met, you will be teleported back to the Golden Palace.

On the other side, Aoandon also noticed the extra memories and found her own card.

"So that's how it is... Magic, it must refer to our mental power."

Aoandon said, "We need to conserve our mental energy and stop thinking about activating our talents. And..."

She paused, then said in a serious tone, "We need to summon the Holy Spirit as soon as possible. The Holy Spirit War has begun, and without the Holy Spirit, we are at risk of being found and killed by other participants at any time."

“We can’t delay,” Marcus said seriously. “Let’s go.”

at the same time.

The backyard of a residential house.

After killing the stolen chickens, Fan Xiao used their blood to draw a magic circle on the ground.

After a lengthy incantation, some of his magic power merged into the magic circle, and the ground began to glow.

Three seconds later, a petite figure emerged from the magic circle, bathed in light.

Her appearance was exactly the same as Fan Qiqi's, even her arrogant expression was almost identical.

Wait a minute... isn't this Fan Qiqi?

"Fan Xiao, where is this? It looks so fun!"

As soon as the little angel appeared, it showed a strong curiosity about its surroundings.

She appeared in the distance in a flash.

Suddenly, she paused, looked back, and then looked at the ground.

It seems... to be over 10 meters?

Eh...?

"This place is so magical!" The little angel immediately smiled and said, "Qiqi loves it!"

Just as she was about to teleport away to have some fun, Fan Xiang, like a dog owner worried about his husky getting lost, called out to her in time: "Wait! Don't run around! If you run too far, my magic will be used up a lot."

"Magic?" The little angel teleported back instantly, touched Fan Xiao's forehead, and asked with concern, "Fan Xiao, is your head broken?"

“Here, mental power is magic,” Fan Xiao reminded him. “Also, don’t teleport casually. Your use of your abilities will increase my energy consumption.”

“Oh,” the little angel said, “it’s still short and fast.”

"..." Fan Xiao then got down to business, asking, "Are you Qi Qi?"

"Fan Xiao, is your head really not broken?" The little angel tilted his head.

"Looks like it's you."

Fan Xiao looked thoughtful.

Logically speaking, the Holy Spirit, created based on the "Angels of Death," should be a new life.

How did you summon Fan Qiqi?

He had already thought of a name for the newborn – Fan Qiqi No. 2, or Fan Er for short.

Fan Xiao asked curiously, "How did you get here?"

"I heard your voice, but I was asleep, so I came over."

The little angel gave a somewhat illogical answer.

Fan Xiao quickly pieced together the information from the reply: "You mean... you heard my voice, responded subconsciously, and then you fell asleep, and your consciousness came here?"

"Mmm." The little angel nodded twice.

"Is that really the case... I didn't expect the dungeon rules to be so lazy, just using you as a ready-made solution."

Fan Xiao rested his chin on one hand, deep in thought.

When the time in the present world ends, Qiqi will not disappear, but will return to his spirit and continue to exist in a higher-dimensional form—keeping watch for danger for him.

This is the origin of the "Angel of Death's" automatic defense ability.

In this state, Fan Qiqi will not be affected by any force.

The fact that the instance rules were able to pull her consciousness into this dream must be because she actively responded.

Fan Xiao immediately said, "Try your strength and speed; have they weakened?"

“It’s weakened,” the little angel said matter-of-factly. “Of course it’s weaker now, Fan Xiao, you idiot.”

"A consciousness created by the rules of the copy, just like me..."

I never thought you could play it like this.

I wonder if it's just the Angel of Death that can do this, or if... other life-type abilities can achieve the same thing in this game?