Different World Online

In the void of dream space;

Steve looked at Margaret, who smelled of tea, and his brows slowly furrowed.

If these two people who suddenly appeared in my dream really exist, then it would be nice to communicate with them occasionally.

My current understanding of the 'multiverse' is quite one-sided, and the existence of these two people is like two open windows that can help me understand the multiverse.

The most important thing is that this connection seems to be based entirely on one's own dreams;

If you don't want to chat with them one day, you can completely block them subjectively;

After thinking for a moment, Steve nodded to Margaret, his tone calm and his voice low but not deep.

"Sure, if you really want to."

"Then can I come every day?" Margaret asked excitedly when she saw Steve agreed.

"No!" Steve refused immediately.

This is a joke. If you come here every day, I won’t be able to sleep!

"Once a month, let's exchange experiences and raise any needs. Let's help each other!"

Steve's tone was relaxed, but Eugene and Margaret dared not relax at all;

The man in front of him was a legendary boss who could easily pull his consciousness into the dream world. He could be relaxed and kind, but he had to remain humble.

In their eyes, the more carefree Steve was, the more unfathomable they thought he was.

But who would have thought that Steve was just a petty thief who had just become a professional and was only level 2...

Soon, the three of them agreed on the next time they would meet. Steve was the first to disconnect and wake up from his dream.

The bonfire was still crackling, and the slow-burning charcoal continued to emit heat.

Next to the fire, Steve slowly opened his eyes, and everything in his dream was still crystal clear.

Then he closed his heavy eyelids again and fell into a deep sleep.

......

The next morning.

A sleepy Steve left the warm sleeping bag;

He slept soundly in the second half of the night. The two guys who sneaked into his dreams did not disturb him, which was good.

After folding his sleeping bag and eating some dry food, Steve came to Captain Shudeman.

"Boss, I want to change my weapon."

"What weapons?" In response to Steve's request, Shudeman asked concisely.

"A spear! The dagger is too short for me." Steve stared at the spear on the back of the gatekeeper and said.

He had practiced martial arts before and had a good understanding of the performance of various weapons;

In wars before the invention of firearms, the best and most practical weapon was the spear.

In a real battlefield, the so-called close combat is simply a joke;

Two people are fighting one-on-one, with a spear versus a sword, a weapon that looks very cool;

In ten battles, the plain spear will definitely win more than nine times.

The saying that distance is life is no joke. A distance of three meters is enough for a spearman to make two or three holes in the opponent's body.

As for the so-called close-range short-sword blocking, it is just bullshit to fool novices. Are all the spearmen in wheelchairs? Can't they retreat?

Therefore, Steve felt that compared to a dagger, a spear more than two meters long would be more suitable for him, although there has never been a precedent of a wanderer using a gun.

Faced with Steve's request, Shudeman thought carefully for a while, and finally nodded in agreement.

After walking up to the gatekeeper and exchanging a few words with him, Shudeman returned with a 10-foot (3.3-meter) long spear that shone with metallic light all over.

"Here! Don't lose it!"

Hearing this, Steve took the heavy spear and nodded seriously.

It’s great to follow a team. If you don’t have excessive demands, just ask the captain directly. If you survive in the desert alone, you can’t even pick up a branch, let alone a gun.

Soon, Steve, with his new equipment, followed the team out on patrol.

After wandering around for the whole morning, just when the captain at the rear was about to ask Steve to rest on the spot, a familiar sound of gravel friction appeared in Steve's ears.

coming!

Not only was Steve not afraid, but his eyes were shining with excitement as he was eager to try.

Now that you have a suitable weapon, you should find a target to practice on.

Taking off the rifle from his shoulder and holding it with both hands, Steve stared at the direction where the sound came from with all his attention.

close!

The sand on the ground bulged slightly, as if a gopher was approaching Steve.

Seeing this, Steve held his breath, raised the tip of the gun slightly, and placed the butt of the gun on the ground.

The next second, the sand two meters in front of Steve suddenly exploded, and two sickle-shaped forelimbs chopped down quickly, about to cut Steve in half.

Faced with this situation, Steve did not panic. Yesterday, the small dagger was helpless, but today the big gun must strike hard;

Holding the spear, the deep purple void energy in his body spread out, instantly dyeing the three-meter-long spear purple.

The next second, the crawler's front limbs slashed down, passing through Steve's illusory body without any hindrance;

At the same time, the spear glowing with purple light passed through the crawler's solid skull without any hindrance, like a phantom.

Seeing this, Steve instantly loosened his hands and the spear materialized instantly;

"Puff!" A soft sound.

The crawler rushed forward with great inertia, and was instantly pierced through the head by a sharp spear, and was heavily pressed down on Steve under him.

However, Steve, who had already become virtual, was not afraid of this. He calmly watched the crawler pressing towards him, then calmly walked out of his body, avoiding its struggling claws and walking aside.

A hundred meters away, the dwarf Thorin, who saw this scene, took a deep breath and couldn't help but say:

"Muradin's beard!

When did our team's scout turn into a monster?!

Boss, when you first became a professional, could you have achieved the same level as him?"

"No!" Shudeman admitted simply and clearly.

"Yang, what about you? Can you do it?" The dwarf Thorin looked at the warlock at the end of the team again.

Hearing this, the sorcerer thought seriously for a moment and replied in a serious tone:

"If the master I contracted with is the Battle Angel of Mount Heaven, it is still possible."

Hearing this, Thorin immediately snorted and said sarcastically:

"It's a pity that your sect leader is a ghost woman, and a ghost woman with a very bad taste."

Hearing this, the sorcerer named Yang suddenly became unhappy and hesitantly explained:

"Ghost... What's wrong with the ghost woman? Ghost women are also very powerful, okay?!"

"Yes, yes." Thorin nodded with a wicked smile.

"Apart from her dry and wrinkled skin, hunched body, wrinkled face, long and large hooked nose, and hoarse and unpleasant voice, there's nothing wrong with the witch.

By the way, has your Ghost Master shared any abilities with you recently?"

Upon hearing this, Yang's face darkened instantly, and he said unhappily:

".....Dual Wielding Expertise."

As soon as he finished speaking, laughter of gloating suddenly rang out.

“Dual wielding mastery! Hahaha!

Muradin's nose hair, are you trying to make me laugh to death?

Yang, you are a spellcaster! How come you only have melee skills?

Heavy Armor Specialization, Combining Defense with Offense, Universal Military Weapons, and now you have a Dual Wielding Specialization. Your melee expertise is almost catching up with mine. Damn it, I can’t stop laughing!”