"It's unbelievable. This guy is as strong as a gorilla. His body fat percentage has dropped, and his motor reflexes are comparable to those of professional athletes. However, he has stopped 'strengthening' his brain."

"Um...what do you think will happen if this continues?"

"I don't know, damn, maybe God knows what's going on."

"Then continue to observe."

"I think one day his brain is going to explode, like, like..."

"I pray for that day. I want to see how far he can go and whether he will surprise us."

"Okay, anyway, there are more and more samples like this..."

Philip didn't know what his 'attending physician' was marveling at. He felt very good now. Sometimes he could even hear the sizzling sound of electric charges flowing in the sensors on his body, and he could smell the smell in the chemical protective suit.

The smell of sweat and the warm blood rushing through the blood vessels can be felt.

Can 'watch' oneself breathing with unusual calmness, evaluate the difference in time interval between two breaths, can 'control' the heartbeat, shrink pores, increase the expansion of the lungs, inhale more oxygen, and increase the size of a certain group of muscles.

The energy supply provides a powerful explosive power in an instant.

These feelings are specious, like hallucinations, or like some kind of wonderful thing happening.

The big metal ball outside the cage has been removed. Countless white coats and sophisticated robotic arms are installing a mysterious substrate in the rugby-like oval space. Strange lines are engraved on these substrates, and different lines are connected together.

Some are like the magic patterns on the cloaks of professional template NPCs.

Where the iron balls were removed, a very strange small building was erected. It has 7 floors. The people in white coats carefully stacked each brick without using any tools. There seems to be something special about these turning blocks, because each of them is

Taken out of the safe.

This project is proceeding very slowly.

After the examination was over, the white coats left, the cage was closed, Philip put on thin clothes, sat on the bed and yawned.

The time spent waiting for the game helmet to be delivered was boring, and he began to observe the woman who lived opposite.

It happened that the woman also looked this way.

Phillip grinned, "Hi!"

Miraculously, the other party seemed to hear it, and was greatly stimulated and started making noise again. People in white coats appeared, and the woman pointed here and yelled something.

The stun gun taught her how to behave.

"You can hear, you can hear right, answer me?"

Philip saw the woman slumped on the bed and gave a trembling middle finger.

He laughed, his whole body trembling with laughter, and he didn't make any sound as if he was insane.

"What's your name in the game, what level are you at, and are you in that novice village?"

"My name is Black Pharaoh. I won't tell you in Novice Village. I'll add you as a friend after level 5!"

The helmet was delivered and it was game time. Philip licked his lips and ended what seemed like talking to himself outside.

Oh yeah, game time!

In Canaan, the Black Pharaoh walked out of his spawn point, and a very powerful RAP gangster song automatically played in his mind. In the BGM that only belonged to him, he danced twitchingly and walked towards the crowded temple.

"...Black Pharaoh, your pious and great death has been seen. Don't be discouraged, kid. I can't wait to see you on the day of your baptism."

"Ding, the hiding conditions are met and the devout believer mission is triggered."

"Task description: After level 5, pass the test of the Death Priest and become a follower of Death."

"Task reward: exclusive skills for devout believers."

"All comes to death!

", the Black Pharaoh shouted enthusiastically.

He still donated all his money to the temple, leaving not a single copper penny on his body. He was the only player other than the NPC at the large altar of Nuo.

Kneeling in front of the statue and praying along with the priest's blessing, the teachings of the God of Death flowed into his heart and were engraved in his soul.

He believed, yes, what he heard was the truth. He could no longer distinguish the difference between games and reality, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to the narrative of the Death Doctrine.

Target - Level 5!

He didn't have a single decent piece of equipment on him, and he was still wearing novice clothes without any attributes. Several of them were no longer durable and were in tatters, just like a beggar.

He went to the level 4 refresh area. No one helped him. Everyone laughed at him, but he didn't care. He smiled at everyone who laughed at him, but his hands were unambiguous. The level 5 demonized tree demon

You can't even touch the corners of his clothes.

His operation and consciousness are brilliant, and his skills are like his instinct. He himself doesn't know how to improve. He only knows how to improve, he only knows how to brush monsters, monsters, monsters, until he can no longer hold on, until he is forced to quit the game.

Over time, many people have come to know that there is such a number one person like him, with his special quirks, special dedication, and special "silliness".

Finally...Level 5!

Three days and three nights (game), he also fell into a coma the moment he upgraded and was forcibly kicked offline.
Chapter completed!