Chapter 93 : Confused Girl
Confused Girl
"System prompt: You have 2 minutes left until your resurrection..."
When Chen Zixuan's consciousness returned to his body, his surroundings had already turned into a vast empty space of pure white.
It was identical to the scene he witnessed when he first logged into Legend of Kaloran to create his character.
Wasn't I still in the Mutant Jungle just now...?
The silver-haired girl blinked blankly, looking around. Only after several seconds did she gradually recall the system lady's final voice.
Oh, so I'm already dead...
Of course, "dead" here only referred to death in the game.
Yet, even so, it was enough to make Chen Zixuan feel miserable for quite some time.
Lowering her head, the silver-haired girl clenched her fists tightly, her nails apparently digging deep into her flesh, sending intermittent sharp pain through her palms.
Her two soft, silvery pigtails had lost their usual bounce, drooping pitifully. For a moment, she gave the vibe of some defeated golden retriever.
As expected, I'm still too weak...
I'm not qualified, nor do I have the ability to save this world...
Regret, pain, and indignation all surged within Chen Zixuan's heart.
The girl's sapphire-like eyes had also turned gray and misty, as if shrouded in inexhaustible fog, utterly devoid of spirit.
She knew that dying in-game meant there was a chance of losing equipment, and as punishment, half of her wealth would be deducted.
But now, Chen Zixuan no longer cared about any of that.
Compared to what she was about to lose, what did some money and equipment really matter?
Before dying, Chen Zixuan's backpack had been filled with various quest and event rewards, plus the gold coins he earned from setting up a stall—almost 1,500 gold coins in total.
With death, 50% would be deducted.
In other words, not considering potential equipment losses, just counting gold coins, he would lose at least 750 gold coins this time.
Converted to real money, that was exactly 150,000.
That sum was just about enough to cover a week's stay in an ICU.
Thinking of this—even though he knew he no longer cared about worldly possessions—Chen Zixuan's heart still twinged with dull pain...
However, as he took a deep breath and, with trembling hands, slowly opened the [Backpack] interface, the silver-haired girl's expression froze completely the very next moment.
He was stunned to discover that the amount in his gold coin column was still over 1,500.
Not a single one had vanished.
Then, Chen Zixuan hastily opened his character panel and checked the equipment he was most concerned about.
His luck wasn't too bad this time—he dodged the 5% equipment drop rate.
His five pieces of Blood Moon Executioner gear were all still intact, worn by the avatar of the silver-haired girl on the panel—not a single piece was missing.
"Could it be...another benefit of my special account?"
Chen Zixuan wondered to himself as he closed the interface.
Soon, however, he dismissed this unrealistic guess.
After all, the developers of Legend of Kaloran were devout followers of the Angel Cult. How could they possibly grant so many benefits to someone like him, who wanted to stop the divine descent of the angels?
Given the Vampire race and class, it was probably Ms. Aesther who had made some adjustments for him in the game...
Next, Chen Zixuan thought of this most likely explanation.
This time, he had managed to guess part of the truth.
A few seconds later, the system lady's helpless voice echoed in the empty white hall:
"System prompt: We'll let you off this time. Next time, please use your brain and don't go throwing your life away for no reason."
For several seconds, Chen Zixuan was dazed before quickly nodding. "Mm... okay..."
Just as he realized that the system lady's tone seemed a bit off today, the 2-minute resurrection countdown ended.
Suddenly, a tremendous force came from behind, as if someone had given him a strong kick. Chen Zixuan lost his balance and felt himself falling. The surrounding white space gradually fragmented and finally vanished.
Maybe a few seconds passed—or perhaps several minutes.
When Chen Zixuan regained consciousness again, the scenery around him had transformed into a bustling city crowded with people.
"This is... the central plaza of the Main City?"
Looking at the familiar sights around her, the silver-haired girl was briefly stunned, then a wry smile appeared on her face.
Chen Zixuan had never imagined that he would one day, like the other players, resurrect at the Main City's revival point.
So, I really am just an ordinary person.
Just... a luckier-than-average ordinary person.
So, what should I do next?
Should I go back to the Mutant Jungle to die again?
That thought flashed across his mind for a moment. With a soft sigh, Chen Zixuan finally abandoned the idea.
Although he'd slain level 15, and even level 20 monsters in the past, those had all been solo situations. This time, however, the Mutant Jungle's zone level was simply too high.
Any random regular monster from there was at least level 15 and had properties that perfectly countered physical damage.
With her current combat power and level, even having mastered some magical damage skills, it would still be tough to take down monsters there.
The only gain today—risking her life—was just a piece of good luck, encountering a lone, straggling monster.
No matter how many times she revived and tried again, the outcome likely wouldn't be much better than last time.
Remembering the pain of being torn by the Sawtooth Crocodile, as if hundreds of dull knives were slashing her body at once, the silver-haired girl's face turned deathly pale again.
It hurts so much...
That kind of agony was already beyond the limits of what a human could endure.
Even the ten most infamous tortures could probably not compare...
It really felt like a stroll at the gates of Hell.
Just then, a male player with a tower shield hurried past, rushing to do a quest.
But as he glanced sideways and caught sight of that uniquely delicate figure in the distance, he froze without realizing it.
Although she was slender, her posture was proud...
Beneath her lustrous silver hair was an extraordinarily beautiful face.
She was a truly beautiful girl.
It was as if only the hands of a god could have created such a classical doll—innocence and allure, purity and temptation, such utterly contrasting traits existing together in near-perfect harmony.
But this world was hardly short of handsome men and beautiful women. Looks alone could not have stunned him like this.
What truly drew him was the look of pallor on her face, and, for a brief moment, the trace of timidity, pain...and deep, deep despair in her eyes.
Despair—yes, it was despair!
She was like a girl born of despair itself.
It was precisely this despair that elevated her beauty far beyond the limitations of flesh!