[The previous chapter cannot be released. I put it and the previously blocked chapters in the group. Everyone can join the group to see it. The group number is 792663562. It is also included in the work introduction of the account that cannot be seen]

Philip, the game ID Black Pharaoh, is now no different from a system-intelligent NPC.

His residence is specially approved by the church, and is located in an alley behind the Temple of Death in Punk City. He has the same work and rest schedule as the NPC, and is far away from the mainstream game process of the system. He only does the daily tasks of the church every day, and his level increases unknowingly.

Reached level 35.

For Ling Jue, who is level 35, the gold medal test that others have to pass with great difficulty is as simple as eating and drinking. When the time comes, his mentor and leader on the road of faith - Bishop Tiny, makes arrangements for him.

During the promotion ceremony, he had a title but never wore it, and he had a cloak but lay in the warehouse eating ashes. He didn't care about rank, equipment, or money. Like a true believer, he gained the unanimous trust of the church.

It cannot be said that there are no players like this, they are indeed extremely rare, even rarer than giant pandas.

The Black Pharaoh also recognized the relatively simple and rough teachings of Kelemvor from the bottom of his heart, and restrained his words and deeds in accordance with the requirements of the doctrine. What he often did every day was to kneel in front of the statue of Kelemvor and pray.

The battle for the Chinese national server is in full swing and is at its climax. The old players in North America are all ready to make a move, but he is the only one who remains motionless and has a "pure heart and a few desires" like an ascetic monk.

Such hard work and dedication will naturally pay off.

Just the day before yesterday, Kelemvor, the god of death, finally answered his prayer. It was a shadow, a huge shadow, like a shadow covering the entire world.

It was a vast and unparalleled body of consciousness, as broad as the sea, as deep as the starry sky, and like... The Black Pharaoh was excited and moved, and cried bitterly about it. At this point, he crossed over from a devout believer to a full believer in one fell swoop.

After becoming a true believer, Philip could let Kelemvor, the god of death, descend on his body, and he also gained the skill of 'divination'.

This skill is comparable to a ultimate move. It goes beyond the scope of third-level professional skills and adds nearly 2,000 combat power in one fell swoop... But Philip doesn't care about this.

Being able to communicate with the Lord at any time is an extremely happy and lucky thing for believers. There are so many bishops and archbishops in the church who are more pious than him, but they do not have such an honor. Just because he is a player, he has this rare status.

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The first oracle that Kelemvor gave him alone was not to continue such an ascetic life, but to return to his identity as a player and the mainstream process of the game.

Although Kelanvor did not explain the purpose of the oracle, the Black Pharaoh understood the intention behind it. Therefore, he took out the dusty cloak from the box, equipped it with the title of Lingjue, and put on the full set of Templar equipment of the temple (Church

Standard, mission and faith gained), dressed in a gorgeous and dazzling death priest robe and scepter, riding a black flame horse equipped only for senior church clergy, appearing on the busy streets of Punk City, looking like a high-ranking player

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Before the 6th beta, he began to live a puritan-like conversion life, out of touch with the mainstream game process. At this time, he was in the main city of the system that had been expanded several times, among international players with various accents and grammars.

I didn't know what to do for a while.

The impact of the war on the national server can be seen everywhere. Although there are few Chinese players, most of the players in the international server in the main city talk about this matter.

This is a feast. I just wish I didn’t have a Hua Guo game membership and couldn’t get in and get a share of the pie.

No matter which country players are from, what they care about most is always level, experience, equipment, combat power... And these, the 6-test newbies who participated in the national server battle all soared like a rocket, while players from other games could only do

Look, no amount of preferential policies and regulatory freedom can match this.

The most lively place in Punk City is the Huaguo national server office for changing game status. Qualified players lined up in a long queue, scrambling to join the Huaguo national server.

The Black Pharaoh was at a loss for a while on the street, and then he remembered to open the friend list that he had not opened for a long time.

The players above have been divided according to their place of origin in the game. Most of the more than ten Chinese friends are online, but Black Pharaoh didn't want to contact them. After hesitating for a while, he clicked on the avatar of a Swedish friend.

"...Black Pharaoh?"

"Well, it's me. How are you doing Ripper?"

"Oh my god, you weirdo is finally willing to leave the church?"

"Well……"

"I won't call you Ripper anymore. How long has it been since your list was updated?"

The Black Pharaoh took a look and saw that the other party's ID had indeed been updated to Angel's Kiss.

"You've also reached Ling Jue? How did you get promoted? I just reached Ling Jue..."

"It was arranged by the church," Black Pharaoh Ham said.

"Church? Do you believe in the church in the game? Is there anything more ridiculous than this? Brother, everything in the game is fictitious."

"Death is my belief..."

"OK, OK, I apologize, no offense intended."

Westerners are always very sensitive in this regard. Angel Kiss apologized wisely and asked him if he wanted to meet in person.

When we arrived at the agreed meeting place, a group of old players from the 5 beta international server were already waiting.

As soon as the Black Pharaoh walked into Daddy York's tavern, Angel Kiss, who was wearing advanced equipment of an orc paladin, shouted strangely: "Ladies and gentlemen, the Black Pharaoh, a guy who has cultivated his belief in the God of Death to the point of being a devout believer, everyone.

welcome!"

Sparse applause rang out, and a group of old players in the international server looked curiously at the black pharaoh who walked in, like an intelligent NPC. A blond female human mage player shouted: "Are you sure this guy is a player? Let me see him.

Why do you look like an NPC?"

"This guy created a unique NPC training method!" Angel Kiss enthusiastically pulled the Black Pharaoh into the group of friends, "I guarantee this guy is a genuine player, not an undercover NPC pretending to be a player."

"NPC training method?", a New Zealand Elf Ranger player asked curiously.

"To put it simply, it's a life like an intelligent NPC." Angel Kiss sat down the somewhat uncomfortable Black Pharaoh, placed a glass of bitter wheat beer in front of him, and patted his shoulder, excitedly

Said, "You must not know that he is the first player in the entire server to become a devout believer, and the system even issued an announcement for him."

"A devout believer?" another female elf player exclaimed.

"What's the reputation of your Death Church?" asked a dwarf player.

"Well……"

"Common, man, there are no outsiders here", Angel Kiss was also very curious.

"Let me take a look..." The Black Pharaoh was very embarrassed, because he had never cared about this. At this time, he clicked on the panel to check, and his face hesitated for a moment.

"How many?"

"How much?"

"...Noble?", the Black Pharaoh said uncertainly.

There was silence in the tavern. After a while, someone said in disbelief, "Submit? You are not mistaken, brother?"

"Noble!" Black Pharaoh closed the panel and emphasized.

"Wouldn't it mean that the church's merits and prestige materials can be purchased?"

The Black Pharaoh was confused, "Can't everyone buy it?"

"This guy really makes people want to PK him!"

"Haha, does anyone read Chinese fantasy novels? This guy looks like the sweeping monk in the novel."

"The cleaning monk? Are you talking about his piety?"

"No, it means dressing up as a pig and eating the tiger."

"Why do pigs eat tigers...Chinese people are so strange."

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"Come, cheers to our devout believers!"

"cheers!"

The Black Pharaoh wanted to say that he was already a true believer, but seeing everyone's interest, he said nothing. He just drank a glass of ale and felt that the unique bitter fragrance was not so unacceptable.

All kinds of things in the game are being innovated, including food that he usually doesn't care about. Hua Guo is extremely persistent and stubborn in these aspects. Chinese food has penetrated into every aspect of the game, including various DIY tools and seasonings.

After extensive trial and error, we successfully copied various real-life delicacies into the game, and it has a unique taste.

Green-grade food is not uncommon anymore, and the price is also falling. Recipes can be found on the Internet. There are also people who specialize in recipe business. Even the church is not exempt from the custom. After all, the god of death can't help but eat.

Who wants to eat poorly if the food is good?

With a glass of wine, the Black Pharaoh's mind wandered away. This was a gaming disease that increasingly 'troubled' him. He thought too much and was always in a daze, and he could be dazed anytime and anywhere.

Generally, this symptom is often manifested among players with serious soul changes, especially players like him who are completely integrated into the game narrative and invest in it as a real life experience. The signs are particularly obvious.

Obviously, there were no colleagues of his here, and as we chatted, we turned to the hottest topics at the moment.

"... Our national server does not allow transfer to another server. Do you believe it? I actually received some kind of threat in reality."

"threaten?"

"Yes, it's just that the game registration is tied to the actual nationality, and you will be deported abroad, lose your due civil rights and welfare benefits, etc."

"You can complain to the system."

"I have complained, but the other party has left no evidence. Those damn bureaucrats and politicians... I don't know when they will launch our own national server battle."

"It's hard, brother. There are too many old players in China. After going through 5 tests, we have accumulated a huge amount. We can count all the old players in New Zealand. We used to live a life of hiding in XZ."

"If I had participated in the third test, I would definitely be able to compete with the Chinese now. It's a pity..."

"What are you going to do now?"

"Let's follow the church. The church has a mission in China. Others eat meat, so let's drink some soup."

"Black Pharaoh, Death God Kelanvor also has a lot of tasks in the national server battle, why don't you do it?"
To be continued...