Central City is huge.
After the Clown King changed his clothes, he took the map given by Ye Cai and walked for a long time. He found that he had only walked a small distance on the map. If he rode the hellhound, it would take a long time to walk, so he simply took a taxi.
"Master, go to the mysterious inheritance center."
The driver was an ordinary middle-aged man in his 40s, with a cigarette in his mouth. When he saw the Clown King wearing an iron mask, he immediately nodded and said:
"Okay, okay, sir, please take a seat. We'll be right there."
"How much?"
"Youhey! What you said... is not embarrassing for us ordinary people? When do the mysterious adults need to pay for the ride?"
The Clown King was delighted at first, then frowned again.
"It's still what it should be. It's not easy to make money these days..."
"Don't dare!"
The driver waved his hands repeatedly, and the tram drove very fast, with very little noise on the road and a comfortable ride.
If it wasn't in the game, the Joker King would have thought he was sitting in some high-end car.
"Just take it if I tell you to. I just came from the city below and I want to ask you something..."
"You can ask me anything you want. I have been in the central city for more than 40 years, so I have some experience."
The driver seemed very happy that the 'mysterious man' had paid for the taxi, as if he had encountered something extraordinary.
The Clown King also took the opportunity to learn some basic information about Central City from the driver so that he would not be in the dark.
The currency used in the central city is all crystals.
However, unlike the cities below, the crystals in the central city are all standardized.
Grains, crystal beads, and crystal blocks.
Different sizes represent different amounts of money, and they all have marks exclusive to the central city, and the internal incisions can be seen in the sun.
The central city is huge, with many evolvers from all schools and factions. There is almost no distinction between unpopular and popular crystals, and all crystals are valued equally.
Unless some major events occur, the value of a certain type of crystal will soar, and it will become possible to exchange a one-yuan crystal for a two-yuan crystal of other properties.
But it is extremely rare!
Under the control of the financial sector in the central city, overall prices are very stable.
Because the crystals in the Scourge Base have no other use except to be handed over to the base, the Clown King did not bring any crystals with him when he came. He had to ask Ye Cai for some so that he would not be penniless.
Of course, Ye Cai did not prepare the identity and supplies for him in vain. The Clown King also brought the skill seals and supplies that the three brothers urgently needed from the base.
Ye Cai asked him to bring many bottles of life potions, saying that they would be very useful in their private training circle.
Although he didn't elaborate, the Clown King vaguely felt that... Ye Cai must be making a big move.
Having achieved a certain status in the central city, Ye Cai has come into contact with a very high circle of people.
"Sir, we're here."
The driver's voice brought the Clown King back to his senses.
"Oh, okay, thank you."
The Clown King paid the driver 5 yuan in crystals: "No need to change."
The driver was delighted.
This time, he not only did not give it away for free, but also earned 1 more grain, making a total of 9 grains in total!
1 grain can buy 5 kilograms of coarse rice in the central city, enough for a family of three to eat for one day.
It's a pretty substantial tip.
The Clown King stood outside a huge gray church with a needle-like protrusion on the top reaching into the sky, and strands of liquid-like green energy flowed down, making it look like it was drawing energy from the sky.
There were three strange three-dimensional symbols hanging at the entrance of the church. The Clown King knew that they symbolized the three energy systems of the mysterious major:
Acidic, energetic, chaotic.
The overall architectural style is solemn and weird.
There were several people wearing trainee Christian uniforms standing at the door.
One of them saw the masked Clown King approaching and immediately trotted over with his back bent:
"Sir, are you... looking for someone or joining the church? Can I see your ID?"
The corner of the Clown King's mouth curled up slightly, and a burst of energy emanated from the codex in his left hand.
"Hellhound, come to me."
Suddenly, a pink energy floated out of the void and formed the shape of a hellhound under his crotch.
Roar~
Flames spewed from the nose of the hellhound, and it looked extremely powerful.
Clown King: "Wang Chou, a member of the branch church, has come to the main church to learn advanced skills."
"Please follow me."
When the other party saw the hellhound, they didn't even ask about its identity and directly took the Clown King in to register. The staff inside were all very respectful to the Clown King.
Even a little flattering.
One of the hall attendants, who was wearing a deep V-neck, kept winking at him, as if she wanted to attract the attention of this talented evolver from the city below and have him have an instant success.
The Joker King has no opinion on this... that's just not fucking possible.
"When will this fucking game become more open? The NPC Tou is so cool!"
"Damn this MD dog planner!"
At this moment, he suddenly understood something.
The Clown King riding on a hellhound completed the identity registration without any resistance. The fake identity that Ye Cai had arranged for him had no problems at all, and he got away with it easily.
He is a genius evolver from a small branch church in the city below.
After practicing to the third level, he received skills taught by Dregg in his dream and was granted the technique of summoning hellhounds, and then went to the central city lord base to practice more advanced skills.
This set of rhetoric is almost flawless unless someone is sent to the lower-level cities to verify it carefully.
The registration staff did not have any doubts. After all, the hellhound was right there. Could Lord Dregg have mistaken someone
The Clown King's status as a third-level evolver not only allowed him to be assigned a house, but also a monthly offering. Of course... if he liked, he could even take a service staff home to enjoy himself at night.
"Wow... The monthly tribute from a Level 3 Evolver is 3,000 crystals. This Christian Church is so rich!"
"Fuck the Lord, I'm going to become a die-hard supporter of the Christian religion... Ahem, I'm just kidding."
This crystal is not of much use to them, but handing it over to the base can be exchanged for a large amount of experience and iron coins, and upgrading themselves is the real use.
"However, after serving as the bishop of the Cross Church, you must complete tasks every month to obtain contribution points. Only when you reach the minimum standard can you receive the offerings normally. If it is not enough, you can only receive half..."
"No, I still have to work for them?"
He came here to find work for the Christian Church, but he didn't expect that he would have to work for them first... It's a bit awkward.
"Forget it, let's take it one step at a time..."
He currently only knows some superficial functions of the internal structure of Christianity, and is not clear about the actual division of labor within it.
The first stop is to go to the skill training center.
Learn skills first!
In addition to causing trouble for them, he also came here to obtain the mysterious inherited skills.
People are good or bad, but skills are not.
The interior of the Cross Cathedral was very spacious and grand. He rode his hellhound without any obstacles. The low-level evolvers passing by bowed and gave way when they saw him.
Walk into the skill training center on the 4th floor without any obstruction.
His sixth sense suddenly activated, and the information he felt from a strong man made him cautious.
Inside, an old man in a wheelchair was explaining skills to a few new members.
"Crows are energy creatures, and energy carving is the process of creation. If you add some changes to the creation and give it a magic circle that generates healing energy, it will master new skills, like this..."
In his hand, an ordinary crow was dancing. As he injected energy into it, a green rotating magic circle appeared on the crow's chest. The crow flapped its wings, and healing energy covered everyone, sweeping away their fatigue.
"If we enrich its original lightning attack capability, inject some new energy, and create a magic circle that extends outward, we will have an additional range buff effect that can cover teammates. This is called... Storm Spirit."
"Crows that have mastered two or more skills are also called Apostle Crows, because crows at this level already have the foundation to withstand the bonus of the main force."
"Practice well. When your Apostle Crow is trained to perfection, the ultimate form of Crow will be unlocked..."
"New Ironface, what do you want to learn?"
The old man turned his head and looked at the Clown King, and various energy phantoms flashed in his eyes, instantly making the Clown King's sense of crisis reach its extreme!
His nano treasure-hunting robot was sent to the old man, and the feedback it gave was shocking!
The old man’s energy is as deep as the ocean, and has already surpassed the limits of what can be explored!
The watch vibrated slightly, and four words popped up on the display: Extremely dangerous!
This word never popped up when they faced Zhao Rujiao. The energy was traceable, but the disabled old man in front of them... was actually evaluated like this by the nano treasure-hunting robot, which proved that his strength... was far beyond Zhao Rujiao.
Zhao Rujiao is a fourth-rank professional. According to the two judges, he is already one of the stronger ones as he can create a purple secret ball at such a young age.
"Oh my god, this old man is not a fifth-level evolver, right?"
The clown king was sweating profusely, and he swallowed and said, "Hello... Hello, I... just want to learn."
The old man looked at him and asked in confusion: "You look... nervous?"
"Uh..." The Clown King realized that something was wrong with his condition and hurriedly adjusted himself and said:
"I was so fascinated by your explanation just now that I feel my understanding of this skill has reached a new level. I can now depict a stronger crow..."
"Hehehe~ Not bad, there aren't many young people who like to listen to theories anymore. That special training plan clearly defines what to do at each step, but without the spirituality of understanding skills step by step, the skills of the new generation of mysterious inheritors are a bit dull, just like... Have you ever played VR games? It's the kind where the skill value becomes higher as you level it up. Although it's obvious that you get stronger step by step, but... the skills have no spirituality."
Clown King: "..."
I report that there is an NPC in this game that wants to break the fourth wall!
Are you fucking mean to us players
However, the Clown King soon realized that, in fact... their data was not what the old man said, because for every skill point they used, their bodies would gain 2 and a half years of practice experience, thus becoming stronger.
The memories engraved in the mind and body are not false.
In other words... their skill point system is actually equivalent to giving them a speed-up cheat, rather than simply enhancing the numerical value.
The most obvious ones are skills related to the use of weapons and armor, such as two-handed blades, ranged experts, and shield training. Before learning, you are a newbie, but after learning, you will directly become a martial arts master.
The players’ current combat effectiveness is not only due to numerical values, but also due to the skill points added from years of practice experience, which have been engraved in their muscle memory.
"Which faction are you majoring in, young man?"
The old man seemed to be very interested in this newcomer and asked proactively.
Clown King: "Oh... I've practiced the Curse of Weakness and its derived weakening skills better."
"Eh? There are very few people who major in these two. Even the fourth-level mysterious professionals have mostly learned the basics. Come, tell me how far you have practiced?"
The Joker King originally chose the Mystic specialization in order to cooperate with the Inquisitor's Words of Pain series of skills to reduce the speed and resistance of enemies in the range.
It is used to assist the Inquisitor in output, so both of these skills are upgraded to the maximum level.
Reduces enemy movement speed and elemental resistance by a large amount.
Allowing him to kite large numbers of enemies easily.
Later, when his output was enough, he kept the skill points unused until he got the summon hellhound skill of the mysterious specialization. He increased the specialization slot to 25 in one breath, and then learned this mount skill.
With this skill, his kite ability is greatly improved, and he can also let the Hellhound spit fire to cooperate with him to deal damage, which is very comfortable.
At this point, seeing that the old man was interested, he thought... he had to have a good chat with him.
With such strong ability, teaching students here, he might just be like a Christian sweeping monk.
"Let's get closer to him. Who knows, we might be able to get more skills from him..."
"My training is... OK, I'm a little proficient in it."
The old man was delighted when he heard this: "It just so happens that I have been studying these low-level skills for a few years, so I can give you some pointers. Come on, cast a weakness curse on me, and I will see your level."
"Okay, then... I'll show you my ugly face!"
Even though the Clown King has reached the maximum level, he still doesn't think he has the ability to show off his skills in front of such a powerful NPC.
With someone's level, he should at least break the limit to level 10 or 8, right
Look at the summons of Hades, which one of them is not at level +5
He took a deep breath and formed seals with his hands.
"Curse of Weakness!"
A huge red energy net shot out from his hands and hit the old man in the wheelchair. Then strands of green energy light emerged from it and engraved on the outside of the old man's body.
Although it does not cause any damage, it will reduce a lot of the old man's body's external resistance and reduce his speed by more than half!
The old man raised his stiff arm, feeling the weak state of his external body and the complexity of the energy network.
It's only stronger than what he used himself!
The smiling mouth suddenly froze...
"No, young man, you call this... slightly proficient?"