[Comprehensive Manga] The good year of making copies

Xia Chuan looked at the red dots that slowly surrounded him after he came out, and took off the booster that was still burning MP and hungry and tired.

He still wants to fight with this group of monsters, if halfway through the killing, he will not be hungry and tired, and he will fall over...it won't be worth it.

Thinking about it, Xia Chuan took out a few fruits from G·I and took a few bites. Looking at the red dot approaching, he aimed the shoulder-fired bazooka kindly sponsored by Chunyu Armory to the left with a blank expression. —several red dots that seemed to be trying to sneak past him and sneak into the Kuruta colony.

With the loud explosion outside the defensive wall, the ground under his feet visibly trembled.

Xia Chuan shook his head that was buzzing with the sound, glanced at the map, aimed at a few red dots that hadn't moved, reloaded, and shot.

"I can ask..." Xia Chuan put away the bazooka, and squatted next to the monster who had been overturned by the blast for a long time and hadn't recovered from it for a long time, his cool dagger pressed against the opponent's neck.

It's strange, but it's actually a group of guys in black suits.

The bodies of two of them were still covered with a layer of light green—it was Nian, who might have practiced for a short time or was not strong enough, and was killed together with those ordinary thugs.

The only guy who was far away from the center of the explosion and was lucky enough to survive, was pressed to the vitals by Xia Chuan, and just about to speak, he coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.

Xia Chuan watched the other party's blood bar drop, and paused: "Who told you to come, and, how many people still know about the Kuruta clan?"

The whole world knows Kuruta's fiery eyes, but not necessarily the whole world knows Kuruta's settlement.

Even if it's just a not so hidden suburb.

"He cough cough cough..." The other party suddenly jumped up and tightened his collar, and laughed "giggle".

Fuck... is this a flashback or a dead body...

"I found you..." The other party moved closer, staring at him closely, as if they were going to drag him into hell together.

Xia Chuan shook his hand, and his ears received the sound of sharp blades piercing into his muscles, which inexplicably made him feel a little cold in his heart—the corner of the man's mouth maintained a mysterious arc, and he pierced his beating heart.

Pushing the corpse away, Xia Chuan felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, which made him shiver from the heart to his fingertips as if immersed in ice water.

It probably came from the fright just now or the legendary...inspiration.

Although he thought it was a bit evil, he still obeyed his heart, got away from this uneasy place, and returned to the Kuruta village inside the defensive wall.

He saw white dots gathering on the map, and he was probably ready.

The black-haired boy sitting quietly in the library suddenly looked up at the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, picked up the cold coffee on the table and took a sip, the bandage on his forehead and the soft smile made him look a little sick.

His movements were very light, and the sound of the cup colliding with the table when it was lowered was barely audible.

A book with bloody handprints that was invisible to ordinary people that had been floating around him suddenly disappeared.

Maggie and Xia Ke followed Kuroro's sudden movement and stood up together.

"Captain...?" The knight followed Kuroro's pace and shouted with doubts.

Kuroro paused almost invisible, turned his head to look at his think tank, and chuckled lightly, his dark eyes were chillingly cold: "I have found our benefactor—with us together with our first goal.”

"He's Kulu...?" The knight stopped his voice, glanced at Kuroro's expression, shrank his neck and slowed down his pace, walking side by side with Maggie behind.

"Emerald green pupils, blond hair and pointed ears." Kuroro stroked the book borrowed from the library, "It seems that our new ally is indeed very sincere."

The spider's brain stopped talking, and followed their leader back to the temporary residence.

The members of the Council of Elders have just retreated, and they still need to wait and see for a while. Now, they have enough time to understand this world that is completely different from Meteor Street and prepare for their first big move.

When Xia Chuan passed through the defensive wall of the elf tree, he felt a chill again. The elf looked back at the closed tree wall, his scalp numb.

Kurapika obediently stood there waiting for the elf to come back. Xia Chuan's eyes met Kurapika's. The expectation and worry in the child's eyes made him slightly startled.

Being watched like this, Xia Chuan felt a little stressed.

But since this brat is the target of his side quest, it seems better to be expected.

"My lord...where are you going?" The old priest looked at the elf.

That was their savior—the oracle said, Kuruta's only hope.

Xia Chuan opened the map, and he definitely couldn't go to the side where there was a monster just now, so he went in the opposite direction and went deeper into the forest.

"Old people, women and children walk in the middle, people with abilities..." Xia Chuan looked around at the thin green layer on most of the men and women, and was silent for a while, "Defend yourself."

Communicating with the plants, Xia Chuan walked towards the direction that spread on the map leading to the deeper part of the dungeon.

That night.

The dew in the forest is very heavy, and the spirit of the people is also very tired.

Maybe they never thought that they left and lived for so long—even a lifetime of village migration to the unknown depths of the forest.

Even in hunting, they never went this deep.

Xia Chuan frowned slightly looking at the bonfire lit on the ground, hesitated for a while but didn't say anything.

The smell of food wafting from the campfire is soup made of meat and wild vegetables.

The elf didn't sit by the bonfire, but sat away from the crowd on the roots of a thick tree protruding from the soil, keeping silent and eating the abundant fruits in his backpack.

Kurapika was exhausted, and he was also leaning against the tree root, dozing off bit by bit with his little golden head.

The elf's sharp ears moved slightly, and he tilted his head to look at Faro who came over with two bowls of soup, and glanced at the child who was sleeping by the tree, but said nothing.

Faro seemed a bit taboo to stop not far away, neither advancing nor retreating.

"..." Xia Chuan waited for a while, saw that the old man seemed to be still struggling with the bowl, stood up and walked over, took both bowls, and walked back to the bottom of the tree.

Faro seemed a little dazed by the elf's approach.

The old priest froze in place for a while, and then staggered away under the gaze of the elf's emerald green eyes.

Even if his current appearance is not pleasing, it should not be scary.Xia Chuan put down the bowl and touched his face and pointed ears, but he didn't see any other people who looked frightened...

"Kurapica." Xia Chuan gently pushed Kurapika to wake up the boy who was in a light sleep.

Kurapika rubbed his eyes, still looking a little unconscious, took the bowl and chopsticks in front of him, and quickly soothed his awkward stomach.

Xia Chuan watched Kurapika finish eating a bowl, and passed the other bowl as if he still couldn't get enough of it.

The boy seemed to realize who handed him the meal just now, and he panicked.

"I don't want to eat this." Xia Chuan pressed the head of the apologetic boy, and then stretched out the bowl in his hand, "Don't waste it."

Watching the boy take the bowl and eat it cautiously, Xia Chuan glanced at the map, pulled out his dagger and short bow and sneaked into the darkness silently.

Kurapika paused slightly, watched the elf disappear into the darkness, and returned to his tribe with the bowl in his hand.

Even if he can't help everyone, he can't hold back.The boy gritted his teeth and looked at the direction where Xia Chuan disappeared, then turned around and continued talking and laughing with the same tired but energetic clansmen.

……

What Xia Chuan was facing was a group of beasts attracted by the firelight and the smell of food.

Fortunately, there are not many of them.

The elf squinted in the darkness, like the beasts in front of him, emitting a green glint from his eyes. A cold light flashed across the dagger, leaving behind warm blood, which stained the elf's hands red.

The handle of the dagger was a little slippery from the blood.

However, this dagger is almost at the end of its life—after the wear of this dagger is exhausted, he will replace it with a level 40 purple dagger in his backpack.

The experience value and things that pop out of the elite version are always much better than those of wild monsters and ordinary versions.

Xia Chuan picked up the strengthening stone that fell next to the beast's corpse and threw it into the package. After making sure that there were no red dots around, he began to...

Peeling, the usual skinning.

It's been a long time since I've encountered a wild animal monster. Animal skins and the like can be sold for a good price if they are high-quality and undamaged.

He also deliberately poked the sutures in the belly, just to facilitate skinning.

This time there was not enough time for him to dry and handle other steps. Xia Chuanzai carefully peeled off the skin and hung it on a tree beside him, then calmly gnawed on the apple amidst the already numb fishy smell.

In addition to skins, the meat of wild beasts can also be sold, if you choose the right buyer - such as the group of crazy and slightly curious gourmet hunters in the Hunter Association.

It seems that there are still many opportunities to make a fortune here.

It's just that he doesn't have so much time to toss about these things.

Life is always more important than money. Although his appearance and age seem to have remained the same for so long, this does not give him any sense of security.

Not to mention that fucking racial fit.

Maybe one day his brain won't come back after a twitch. The only one who can save him is himself, and the only way he can think of to save himself is to complete the main task released by the system as soon as possible.

He doesn't even have much enthusiasm for completing the side quests now—perhaps for this reason, the two side quests this time, including the previous quest on Meteor Street, can be said to be mandatory releases.

He still has escape scrolls, but doesn't want to use them in this situation.

Judging from the urine nature of Gintama's main line, if you die in a copy, the main line will not fail by default, but will return to a certain period of time in that copy to continue to complete after a certain period of time.

Being able to pass it once, after experiencing the time of other dungeons, Xia Chuan didn't think he still had a good memory to remember who and who in these dungeons.

The elf cut up the beast corpse on the ground, processed it a little and threw it into the backpack.

The blunt dagger finally made a blunt sound under the elf's unrestrained use, and the wear and tear was exhausted.

The elf threw away the broken dagger, put the three complete animal skins that were no longer bleeding into his backpack, got up and went back to the camp.

He yawned.

The fatigue value has been mostly empty.

He was a little tired.