A god-level intensifier of a certain manga

Chapter 1 1. The king on the trash heap

The night is gradually dissipating, and a fishy white light is on the horizon. People who live a little far away from their workplaces have woken up from their sleep, gnawing on big pies, and dragging their sleepy steps to meet the subway that has already started.

At this moment, in an Internet cafe in this city, there is a man staring at the screen in front of him with scarlet eyes like an angry bull.

Surrounding him were a large number of men and women who had fallen asleep on their stomachs. There were only a few energetic players playing some stand-alone games to pass the time, and they were going to go home and have a good sleep.

And the twenty or so of them all have a very common feature, that is, all of them are wearing black suits with bow ties, which look extremely uniform.

Even people who came to the Internet for the first time in the morning couldn't help but tremble when they saw this group of people, thinking that they had gone to some high-end office building, or encountered the legendary black society.

At least from the point of view of the dress of this group of people, it is indeed black enough, and even a few girls are also uniformed in black silk.

And Nansen is among them, even he is the leader of this battle group.

This time, he organized the all-night group play in the Internet cafe. All the members required black suits, bow ties and leather shoes, and he paid for the rest of the booking fee and drinks.

Everything is in the high-end configuration area, and all drinks start at five yuan.

It is a kind of strength to be able to organize such a 20-person event, and it is even more fun to have fun at night.

But at this moment, Nansen couldn't be happy at all, his eyes were fixed on the current screen, and the despair gradually overflowing from his eyes was constantly oppressing his nerves.

"Not counting those cushions, they have already failed eleven times, please give me some comfort with this ancient remnant at the end." He said miserably.

Considering that most of the regiment members around him were still dozing off after a night of engrossing in the fierce battle, his voice was not loud, but his expression was gradually full of madness.

Afterwards, Nansen carefully moved the mouse to his last piece of equipment, the +15 Desolate Ancient Dust Lightsaber, and put it on.

As a man who has failed eleven times, Nansen challenged his luck one last time with an unyielding spirit.

He thinks that the invincible European Emperor himself is not considered, but the non-chief is definitely far away from him!What the hell is going on today?
Nansen asked himself, his hands were still trembling, he slowly put his +15 desolate ancient relic ancient lightsaber into the equipment booster, and clicked OK.

In the end, Nansen closed his eyes full of anxiety, clenched his hands into fists, put his elbows on the table in front of him, and prayed silently in his heart.

Praying to all the great gods, regardless of the east or the west, even the main NPCs in the Arad continent, Nansen begged for it.

Then Nansen slowly opened his eyes, and saw the following large characters on the screen.

"Amplification failed.

Use the "Amplification Protection Coupon" to protect equipment that fails to be amplified once.

The equipment will return to its unamplified state. "

"Selia Krummin, I'm XXXXXXXX, labor and management must have lost their minds to save you!" Nansen looked crazy, when despair was flooding, madness was his portrayal at the moment.

At this moment, Nansen finally couldn't hold back his voice. This roar woke up the dozing people in the Internet cafe, reminding them that they should have some breakfast and go back to sleep.

"What's the matter, leader?" A girl rubbed her sleepy eyes and asked a person next to her.

It is also uncomfortable to fall asleep here, and it is also a good choice to be woken up by Nansen at this moment and go home.

And the person next to him witnessed the tragic event tonight under the guise of playing games, and whispered full of sympathy: "Supercontinent suit, dense breath, clear spring sound, and the guidance of the morning star, 12 on 13 All failed, and the three artifacts were not spared.

No, 15's Ancient Dust also failed to return to zero. "After he finished speaking, he pouted in the direction of Nansen, with endless sympathy in his eyes.

The girl was obviously stunned, looking at the figure of her head, she didn't know whether she should comfort her at this moment, or just keep quiet.

If it was her, Mrs. Gan Lin, I would probably be crazy if I didn't last twelve pieces...

Nansen is still regretting the past, only blaming himself for being too young, but now the accusing role in his mouth has turned into Kelly, blessing her: infertile, full of children and grandchildren.

As for why it was Kelly's turn, it didn't matter; as for why Kelly was a woman, it didn't matter!
The important thing is that Nansen's mood is really broken at the moment.

Finally, the moment he stood up, his eyes went dark, his head fell backwards, and his whole world fell into complete silence.

The moment he fainted, Nansen remembered that he had been fighting with hypoglycemia all night and hadn't eaten breakfast, but it was too late.

If God could give him another chance, he would definitely eat an omelet before this boost to prevent him from fainting from anger in the morning on an empty stomach.

As for regretting saving that woman named Celia just now?

Oh, it smells so good!
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I don't know how long it took, Nansen felt that his head was being dangled all the time, just like the ball in the World Cup, being kicked around in various ways, and occasionally hitting the goal.

Gradually, Nansen felt that all this stopped, and his control over his body was gradually restored.

He moved his fingers subconsciously, his eyelids struggling to see his surroundings clearly.

In Nansen's consciousness, he should be in the hospital at this moment, surrounded by friends who are concerned about him.

At this time, a little angel in white clothes should come running in, and she said to his friends: "Please go out for a meeting, the patient just woke up and needs to rest."

Then she gently created an environment where she was alone with Nansen, everything was warm and comfortable, the sun was just right outside, and the world was full of flowers.

Of course, she was more likely to roughly tear off Nansen's pants after everyone went out, and then took out a large syringe, showing an evil grin.

Soon, Nansen struggled to open his eyes, and the functions of various parts of his body began to come online gradually.

The first thing Nansen saw was that he was not lying on a hospital bed, but in the depths of a dead end, and it was almost evening.

There is garbage under Nansen, and he is lying on top of the garbage, overlooking the people below him, like a king!
Go to your mother's king, labor and management want big needles, oh no, labor and management want little angels in white clothes.

At this time, Nansen's olfactory system also started to come online through the eye's capture and stimulation of the environment, and he just wanted to vomit.

Nansen resisted the tumbling in his stomach and wanted to get down from the garbage heap, but he still lacked the command of his opponent and feet when he just woke up. With a reflex, he flipped 1260 degrees with a bang.

It hurts to look at the gorgeous face on the ground.

Nansen felt that today's sad reminder was the end. Although everything seemed strange and abnormal, it was good that his own people were fine.

Next, just find a police uncle to save the people from the fire and water, and the rest of the years will be quiet, and there will be no more waste, with two milk candies in your pocket.

Unexpectedly, the matter was not over yet. Nansen, who was still lying on the ground and unable to get up, heard a few footsteps, and then a conversation came into his ears.

"You see, he is indeed still here. I have noticed since noon today, but at this moment he seems to have climbed down from the garbage dump."

"Then you kid didn't make a move in advance?"

"How can it? Let's do this kind of thing together. His clothes and adornments definitely belong to the rich. I like the rich and poor rich people the most."

These voices completely reached Nansen's ears, but he didn't pay attention to the content of the speech, but was surprised to find that they were speaking English.

What was even more surprising was that he could understand it.

(End of this chapter)