Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game



Fang Heng could not help but frown when he heard this. He was extremely puzzled.

What the hell was this?

What did he mean by there was more than one chance? Give up?

Gu Luo waved his hand and said, "Go, I'm tired."

"Yes, Teacher."

Fang Heng nodded and took his leave. He could not help but feel a little disappointed.

Teacher Gu Luo had given the order to leave.

It was very strange. Teacher Gu Luo first told him that this was a great opportunity, and then told him not to cling to the opportunity in front of him.

Did he want him to give up or fight for it?

Fang Heng pursed his lips and quickly came to a conclusion.

No matter what Teacher Gu Luo said, he would try it out himself first before thinking of other ways.

Otherwise, he would have to spend another ten or twenty years to complete the talent advancement mission.

This was nonsense!

There was still some time before Viona entered the Barbaric World. He still had time.

Currently, he had no idea how to deal with the Holy Court, so he would focus on cultivating first!

It was useless to waste time. It was better to focus on improving his strength every minute and second.

With that thought, Fang Heng left the Tower of Bones and followed Teacher Gu Luo's hint to head to the southern part of the city's cultivation field to further his soul cultivation.

Gu Luo muttered to himself as he watched Fang Heng leave through the window of the Tower of Bones, "With your current strength, it's still too difficult for you to deal with the Saintess."

It was not easy to find such a genius. Gu Luo did not want to help him grow too quickly and let Fang Heng deal with the enemy a few levels higher.

Two necromancy attendants appeared behind Gu Luo once again.

Gu Luo said, "Go, give them the three letters on the table and tell them this: The opportunity had been found for them. It is in the barbarian realm. Whether they should wait another ten or twenty years or try to seize it now was up to them."

...

After leaving the Tower of Bones, Fang Heng headed toward the south of the city.

Most of the Western region was an area where the rich gathered, while the Southern region was a cultivation area.

The various necromancy academies, research institutes, training grounds, private trading grounds, mage towers, and so on were all located in the Southern region.

To sharpen one's soul, one needed to use the necromancy's cultivation field and facilities.

Soon, Fang Heng arrived at a large cultivation field in the center of the Southern region.

Fang Heng stood at the entrance of the cultivation field and observed. The entire building looked like a large stadium, and necromancers would come and go from time to time.

Two necromancy attendants stood guard at the door.

Each participant needed to spend 100 points to be allowed to enter.

After paying the entrance fee, Fang Heng strode into the cultivation field.

Where should he go next?

Fang Heng was momentarily lost.

The venue was very large, and people came and went in twos and threes, all of them looking like they were in a hurry.

He looked around but there was not even a sign.

Coincidentally, two people walked over from behind Fang Heng. They walked past him and went straight to the left passage.

Fang Heng shrugged and walked forward as well.

Soon, Fang Heng followed the two of them to a square hall in the middle of a cultivation field.

There were many people gathered in the hall.

There was an information desk at the entrance.

"Found it."

Fang Heng mumbled as he walked towards the information desk.

The grey-robed necromancy attendant standing behind the information desk saw Fang Heng walking over and nodded respectfully at him. He asked, "What can I do for you, young scholar?"

"I'm currently advancing in the study of high-tier necromancy. I need to sharpen my soul. My teacher told me that I can get good training here."

"Young scholar, there are various training venues for soul cultivation in the cultivation field. You can pay to use the training venue. If you are a newcomer, we suggest that you sign up for a class and study under the guidance of a teacher."

"We have three types of classes: open classes for 100 people, large group classes for 30 people, and small group classes for 10 people. In addition, you can also hire a one-on-one private teacher."

The necromancy attendant skillfully picked up a flyer from the table and handed it to Fang Heng.

Fang Heng took the flyer and glanced at it, feeling a little strange.

Other than the free public lessons for 100 people, all the other courses were charged. There was even a discount for group registration.

That's right!

He remembered now. Wasn't this the same as the gym in the real world?

Fang Heng put down the flyer in his hand and asked, "When is the next public lecture?"

"The next public lecture is tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon."

"Forget it, I'll hire a private tutor."

"Alright, since this is your first time here, we will recommend three levels of one-on-one teaching for you. The elementary level instructor charges 500 points per hour, the intermediate level instructor charges 1,000 points per hour, and the high-tier instructor charges 3,000 points per hour."

"The teacher can formulate a training plan for you and adjust your various training methods in a timely manner to prevent your body from being damaged by wrong cultivation methods and achieve the most perfect cultivation effect. The service also includes providing you with training services and explaining part of the cultivation content."

The necromancy attendant paused for a moment before continuing, "The explanation service provided by the teacher only represents the mentor's own understanding of the study of necromancy. It has nothing to do with the Necromancy Union. If you have any doubts, I suggest you enter the various academies for further study."

Fang Heng ignored the second half of the necromancy attendant's words and looked down at the remaining balance on his invitation card.

There were only 5,000 points on the invitation card at the start.

It was barely enough to exchange for an hour of individual guidance time.

"I heard that the dust of evil thoughts can be used to exchange points?"

The necromancy attendant nodded and replied, "Yes, we purchase dust of evil thoughts from outsiders. One gram of dust of evil thoughts can be exchanged for 1,000 points."

"Alright."

Fang Heng looked at his backpack and placed all the remaining dust of evil thoughts on the counter.

He had gotten some dust of evil thoughts from the five players he had killed in the bone graveyard.

The most important thing was efficiency. Choosing a private tutor of the highest level could save a lot of trouble.

"All of them. In addition, I need a high-level teacher."

"Yes, we are handling the application procedures for you. Your current level is a beginner. Please head to Training Room No. 11 and wait for a while. The teacher will arrive in 10 minutes. If the teacher does not arrive on time, you will receive an additional fee reduction. During the one-on-one private coaching period, all your equipment and venues are free to use."

Another necromancy attendant appeared behind Fang Heng and told him, "Young scholar, someone has accepted your order. Please follow me."

...

Tory was a master necromancer.

As the study of necromancy continued to improve, the master level of the study of necromancy needed to communicate with the death realm.

Without a doubt, the requirements for soul strength were getting higher and higher.

Tory spent most of his time training.

In addition to training, Tory was also willing to guide some young reserves with potential.

It was mainly to earn some extra money.

Training in the study of necromancy was also very expensive.

"Young man, are you ready to warm up? We are about to begin."