The main temple of Kelemvor, the god of death in Punk City.

Brother Ruoran took a deep breath, feeling as if he was about to step onto the execution ground.

Two priests in dark black smocks and hoods led the way. The dark, long corridor was not lit, but it was filled with dim light. This kind of light could not cast a shadow. According to legend, Kelanvor, the god of death, was the largest.

Shadow', accompanies life and walks with light. Wherever there is life and the conditions for the birth of life, she exists.

If we want to talk about who has the strongest sense of existence among the gods in the system, Kelanvor, the god of death, can definitely be ranked first in the series.

Death is an extremely powerful priesthood. Player priests who believe in Kelanvor have a certain emphasis on skills. In addition to the general skills that everyone has the same, Kelemvor will also grant special skills to a very few lucky people.

The famous resurrection technique is one of them.

If you believe in other gods, you will not be able to get a new profession from the Meritorious Merchants until the second level. You can learn the Death God Priest at the first level. I just ask you how to choose.

There are so many players who 'believe' in the God of Death. The temple of the God of Death is naturally majestic and tall. Every inch of land in Punk City is precious, but it can still support such a big church... How much is the land alone worth?

Brother Ruoran is respectful on the face, but has no respect in his heart. He gives up all these disrespectful thoughts towards the gods. This is also a common problem among players, so his faith has never been improved, and he has always been torn between shallow faith and extensive faith.

In fact, superficial faith is enough. Who would really believe in the gods in the game after playing a game?

Is this kind of person probably sick?

Except for those enthusiasts who are not very clear-headed, and those who are extremely dedicated to studying and loving gaming backgrounds, I have never heard of a player whose belief is above a superficial level.

By the way, the NPC walking in front has a really good figure. Even the bag-style burqa can't cover her beautiful figure. Look at the waist and hip curves that are inadvertently exposed. If you put it into reality, it's a sexy goddess. I just don't know what it is.

The race, if it were elves, would be unbelievable. As we all know, elves are all "flat", and some of them are "genetically mutated", and they will die wherever they go.

Perhaps aware of Brother Ruoran's increasingly impudent look, the hooded man walking in front suddenly stopped and turned around to glare at him dissatisfied.

I'm going to die, I'm going to die!

Brother Ruoran quickly lowered his head, but he was shouting in his heart, she is a nun, she is really a genetically mutated elf!

No matter how long the corridor is, it has an end. At the corner near the spiral staircase, the 'genetically mutated' elf nun opened a heavy door and tilted her head to signal Brother Ruoran to go in.

Is this about to go to court?

Brother Ruoran took a deep breath, and as soon as he stepped into the house, the light shone brightly. With the space compression technology, the inconspicuous room was as big as a football field. Tall columns, round arches, and narrative colorful pictures stood solemnly in the room.

The men in black robes on both sides.

In the middle is a passage leading directly to the altar. On a dozen steps of the altar stood a high priest of Kelanvor, the god of death.

Wow, for me as a player, the scene arranged by the system is not small.

With a respectful look on his face and a very relaxed mind, Brother Ruoran walked slowly down the steps along the passage where the man in black robe stood solemnly, knelt down on one knee according to the system prompts, and read his lines.

"...The grace of our Lord is only given to those who respect death and make great contributions to our Lord..."

Brother Ruoran quickly handed over the certificate of completion of the afterlife mission.

"...Rebellious soul, you don't have even a little humility towards death in your heart, your arrogance fills this room..."

Brother Ruoran frowned slightly, what's going on? This line exceeds the outline of the script?

Fortunately, the system prompted that nothing had happened.

"I have done what I should do, sacrifice to your lord. Besides, I am not a believer in death. My faith is in nature and the wilderness of harvest, under the temple of the goddess Tias who bestows wealth and happiness on the earth and life!"

The high priest of death on the altar smiled slightly, "Is this really so?"

what the hell?

This time it took a while for the lines prompted by the system to appear.

"I came here with a token to offer sacrifice to your lord."

"Don't worry, young man, this is just the nagging of an old guy. Since you brought the token, death will give you the grace of death...are you ready?"

Finally entering the normal process.

Brother Ruoran, who was afraid that something would happen again, quickly nodded.

"Very well, come forward."

Brother Ruoran stood up and walked up the steps. Under the signal of the high priest, he lay on his back on a stone platform under the statue of Kelanwo.

The high priest took out a long black sword from the nun's hand, held it upside down, put the tip of the sword against Brother Ruoran's chest, and recited a mysterious incantation.

It should be a blessing, but the system did not provide a translation, so Brother Ruoran couldn't understand what he was shouting.

I just think it's just a simple plot. How can it be made so complicated? There are so many players in the future, do they still have to spend a long time like this?

Imagine that the hall is full of deceased players, and the NPC high priest is still nagging people to send people off one by one. There is a lot of noise below, the same scene as a vegetable market... Brother Ruoran has a smile on his face,

Without paying attention, I felt a coldness in my chest, my vision went dark, and my soul had already left the body. It was attracted by the huge gravity and sent into the 'mixer'.

The world was spinning for a while.

When it returned to normal, you were already in the character selection interface you used when you first logged in to the game, in front of the statue of the God of Guardians and Records.

This low-key system god was much more straightforward. As soon as a few lines passed, the character race selection interface appeared in front of his consciousness.

Humans, dwarves, elves, orcs... demons!

Yes!

If there is a body, Brother Ruoran has already jumped up happily, and when he is about to choose, he discovers that there is a light option behind the character's rotating turntable?

After the consciousness was transferred, the little devil with the universal racial image of devil slid away, and a bird-man with wings slowly walked out.

Brother Ruoran thought it was the Wing Man that was launched in the first few tests but was later cancelled. After a closer look, he found that it was not.

This is...an angel!?

Damn it, when was the hidden race of angels launched?

Angel!?

Sounds like...more powerful than the devil?

Then do you want to choose?

The preparations that can be done are all for the devil. How to play the angel, there is no guide online.

Brother Ruoran was very hesitant and quietly moved forward with the countdown. There was no time left.

Forget it, forget it, no matter how good the angels are, but the gameplay is unknown, it is safer to be a demon. He can stay in the demon battlefield for a long time. If he can play the management gameplay well, he is no worse than those big gang leaders, big city lords and even kings in the game area. Even

More than that.

Choose the devil!

Demons don't care about being embarrassed, no Demon player can guarantee what he will look like in the future.

The little devils are all carved from the same mold, and the difference is nothing more than 'tattooing'. Some devil players who show off their individuality will do this. Facts have proved that this is completely thankless.

As we all know, the devil's special skill is disguise. It can disguise itself as any race and profession, and can also learn the skills of the corresponding profession. It is indispensable and powerful, but it is different with the devil with 'tattoos'. The greatest concealment is gone.

Because the tattoos are worn along with the disguise, other players can identify the true form of the devil through such 'tattoos'. They can take revenge and complain, which will make these devil players regret it to death.

The predecessors have stepped on the trap, and Brother Ruoran will naturally not do it again. When it comes to inheritance, the name and ID cannot be changed, but it doesn't matter. The ID can also be changed when the devil is disguised. What he wants is to do bad things like this.

The sufferer doesn't feel happy about finding his enemy, hehe.

The image of the little devil was fixed on the character selection table. Brother Ruoran's consciousness floated over, feeling like he was thrown into the blender again. The world was spinning for a while, and he felt his body again.

First I heard a noisy sound, and my eyelids felt the stimulation of light. When I opened my eyes, I saw that the rusty sky was pale gray, and the dark land was still wet, as if it had just rained heavily, and it was as tattered as a refugee camp.

In the camp, many little devils were sitting on the ground setting up stalls regardless of their image. There were no normal players, and it felt extremely desolate and deserted.

Returning to level 0 made Brother Ruoran very uncomfortable. When he walked out of the teleportation array at the resurrection point, the little devil setting up the stall raised his eyelids and glanced at him, losing interest.

A noisy sound came from behind, and some "energetic" little demons were chirping, rushing back to the safe area like a group of messy ducks, followed by a monster that looked like a platypus, and there were many of them.

, stopped in front of the dividing line of the safe zone, a little demon 'monster' appeared, spat towards the safe zone angrily, and walked around the entrance arrogantly with the 'duck-billed monster' for several times before casting a spell.

Ran away.

"How do you play demons? It's so hard to get beaten up when you go out." A little demon player with Filipino naming characteristics shouted.

"Can you commit suicide and try again! I was fooled by the captain's strategy!" another Vietnamese little devil yelled.

"I'm still at level zero!", the last little devil player who didn't know he was from the agent shouted in a crying voice.

…

Brother Ruoran curled his lips, he couldn't poop because he didn't have enough gravity. What a bunch of losers.

He looked at his dwarf-like body, touched the two small horns protruding from his forehead, flapped his cute little wings, and fluttered two or three meters off the ground before falling.

"Another idiot!"

"Is this guy committing suicide?"

"Another fool who was deceived."

"Ha ha……"

"I thought it was before that you could hang out in the game area, but now you're all fucking working hard in the abyss. If he can be promoted to a great devil, I'll consider him great."

"Just because you can't do it doesn't mean that others can't do it. Everyone who is reborn will have an inheritance, right?"
To be continued...