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    Chapter 2. Beta Testing?


    Char was awoken by the chirping of birds outside the window.


    After waking up, he opened the interface.


    [Character: Char]


    [Race: Half-elf]


    [Status: Level 1 Commoner]


    [HP: 100/100 ]


    [Mana: N/A]


    Attributes:


    [Strength: 5]


    [Agility: 5]


    [Vitality: 5]


    [Intelligence: 5]


    [Perceptive sense: 5]


    [Charm: 5 ]


    His level was reset to zero, and his backpack was empty.


    The collected items and artifacts had also returned to their respective ces.


    They were waiting for Char to collect them again.


    They were like the concubines waiting for the king in ancient times.


    In short, a brand new beginning was presented before Char.


    “The 177th round of beta testing is over? Since it had ended, it was likely that Ortlinde had killed Zin’rokh with her sword. He had finally seen her. How beautiful... It was a pity that Ortlinde was no longer human in that state, but a God. It seemed that the Holy Sword, Narshil, was not a good thing either. It forcefully imnted a divine persona into its user. Poor Ortlinde, I thought it was the best ending, but it turned out to be a true ending. It’s better for her to be the fallen Valkyrie...”


    He mumbled to himself as hey down and stretched.


    “177th rounds...”


    Char sighed.


    He had been trapped in this game by a mysterious force for a long time, so long that he could not remember the time.


    Therefore, he used the number of times the closed beta reset the data as a record.


    177th rounds.


    Every time, he would start from this bed in the small wooden house as amoner. He would be a hero and level up by killing monsters step by step. After seven information sheets, he would cross 20 to 30 years without stopping. Finally, he would kill Zin’rokh with his own hands and end it.


    From the beginning to the end, he was the only one.


    It was an online game, but it felt like a single-yer game.


    At first, Char was very excited. He had such arge open world to herself, and he could randomly attack NPCs, hunt bosses everywhere, and collect divine equipment. How great!


    This was a paradise for him!


    After ten rounds, Char could no longer be happy.


    He started to realize that this was a cage, not a paradise.


    He began to get tired of everything and became passive. He did not want to save the world or be a hero. All day long, he flirted with other people’s wives and the vige chief’s daughter in the novice vige. He also yed with the female NPCs that he did not pay attention to in the past when he was busy leveling up. He even became the vige chief because of this and deliberately put on a bad show for the system.


    Then, the world was destroyed by demons.


    He had escaped his responsibility, but he had not escaped his fate.


    The feeling of having a bad ending was very unpleasant, so starting from the 12th round, no matter what, Char would level up to a certain level before starting to travel the world.


    Fortunately, “Fantasy World” was big enough. There were humans, elves, orcs, dwarves, underground demons, dark elves, cavemen... There were many different races, and each of them had its own culture. There were beautiful women and different stories that he could not get tired of. Char gradually washed away his impetuousness and focused on the vast world of the game.


    He had experienced 177 rounds of beta testing and lived 177 different lives, which added up to thousands of years.


    Even the most omniscient schr in the game would be crushed by him in terms of knowledge.


    Fortunately, if it was not for the huge capacity of “Fantasy World”, he would have gone crazy long ago.


    Even so, Char was slowly losing himself in the game.


    What was he?


    He had the interface and could check the system notifications. He could kill monsters, level up, and wear equipment. After he died, he could even climb out of his grave.


    Was he a yer?


    However, even if he could not log out, he could still make the NPC’s favorability more than that of a friend, surpassing the limit of data.


    Was he an NPC?


    Obviously not.


    He had never seen an NPC that could resurrect infinitely.


    Was it a virus?


    Why was the virus not deleted during the beta testing? Instead, it was preserved. Beta testing should be able to spot the virus and delete it, right?


    Char would ask himself every time after a round of testing, and then shake his head with a bitter smile.


    There was no answer to his question.


    Soon, he would not think about it anymore.


    “The 178th round of beta testing has begun!”


    Char encouraged himself.


    What should he y this time...


    However, regardless of what kind of job and skillbination he used in the future, he still had to sell swords, arrows, and staffs in the novice vige.


    Just like a MOBA video game, no matter how magnificent the team battle in theter stage was, the early stage always started with thest hit.


    He had reincarnated too many times, and it had already be his personal challenge to maximize the use of the novice vige’s resources to get to the fastest start, just like the time record when he had soloed Zin’rokh.


    People always had to have some pursuits. Otherwise, they would be more and more useless as they lived, and eventually fall into oblivion.


    He pushed the door open and saw Miss Ksenja, who had just given birth, hanging a nket on the rope. Char stepped forward to help her, careful not to touch her.


    “Thank you, Brother Char,” said Ksenja as she clutched her chest.


    She was wearing an old round-neck woolen sweater. She had an exquisite baby face and a voluptuous figure. She had a youthful face and huge breasts, but after marriage, she had the mature and full temperament of a wife.


    “It’s nothing.” Char smiled and kept a distance between them.


    Ksenja seemed to be a weak wife, but she was actually one of the few former adventurers in the novice vige.


    Moreover, she was not a priest who could heal her allies. She was a Level 14 swordswoman with a fiery temper. If they were to bump into her, they would be mistaken for taking advantage of her, and their favorability would drop.


    Her husband, Enke Wester, was a handsome blonde priest. He was currently sleeping soundly with ady in his arms.


    Ever since Ksenja was pregnant, Wester had been cheating on her. He was simply a mortal enemy, and his wife had never suspected him because she was too naive.


    “Mrs. Wester,” Char said directly, ” Mr. Wester didn’t returnst night, am I right?”


    “How did you know?” Ksenja was stunned.


    He had gone through this process countless times, so he knew what she was going to say next.


    Char was just about to speak when Ksenjaughed. ” “Oh, you’ve also heard the story of the wandering heroes, haven’t you?”


    Eh?


    Char was stunned for a few seconds.


    Her lines had changed?


    Wandering heroes?


    A new plot?


    “The wandering heroes... What heroes?” He muttered.


    “The guards brought back more than a dozen injured heroesst night. They are being treated in the monastery. They seem to have been blessed by the gods. Their bodies are recovering very quickly. They are expected to wake up this morning. Enke stayed in the monastery all night to help them...”


    Before Ksenja could finish her sentence, there were hurried footsteps and a conversation behind Char.


    “Is this the ce? The priest asked us to send flowers to his wife, and from what he said, we can get a free healing spell.”


    “That priest’s wife?”


    “Why is there a person in front of her? Is he a yer or an NPC? There’s someone faster than us?”


    “He seems to be looking over. Shh, lower your voice. He seems to be able to hear us...”


    ...


    Char looked at the three people who were wearing the same beginner’s clothing as him.


    They were all wearing the same clothes and deerskin boots...


    Their footsteps were light, and their eyes were filled with curiosity...


    Char had never seen them before!


    Who were they?


    New yers?


    Char could not help but tremble!


    They were new yers!


    There was finally some living people in this damn game!


    He wanted tough. He wanted tough and curse at the same time because he was excited.


    Finally, he had finally escaped from this damned beta testing cycle. He had gone through 177 rounds of tests, and his life had been overturned and restarted 177 times. There was finally a change in his character, and he saw a chance to escape from this damn video game! How could he not be excited?


    His previous testings had allowed him to know the hobbies of all thedies in the game and the fastest way to flirt with every beautiful NPC in the game. He knew every enemy’s weakness and skills, and he knew the origin and whereabouts of every divine weapon...


    He had saved the world 176 times and had been a savior and a viin. Even all the schrs added together would not be as knowledgeable as him...


    However!


    He had forgotten what his name was.


    Was Char his real name or a nickname?


    Where was he from? Where were his parents? What year was it outside?


    What was “Fantasy World” all about? How did he get in? Could he be saved in the truest sense?


    He did not know anything.


    He did not even know what he was.


    A yer? A piece of data?


    As long as he went up to the guys and asked them, he might be able to get an answer immediately.


    However, it was impossible at the moment.


    Not now.


    From this moment on, these were all taboo. He wanted to find the answer himself.


    The NPCs in “Fantasy World” were like living people, and the 177 lives here were also valuable life experiences. Although they were out of touch with normal people, the general principles were the same.


    Char would not easily trust any stranger, be it yers or NPCs.


    When he was young, he had been tricked by elite monsters several times, butter on, he was able to trick the elite monsters into giving him good equipment.


    He was a lot stronger than the first time he yed this game.


    This was the only time he had lost hisposure, and it would also be hisst.


    He would not lose hisposure again.


    “Brother Char?” Ksenja waved her hand in front of him.


    “Ah, I’m sorry, I was distracted.” Char quickly recovered and bowed slightly. “Is there anything else I can help you with?”


    “Um... Yes, pass me my sword,” Ksenja said with a smile.


    Char smiled as well.


    Ksenja was furious because of the lecherous gazes of the three new yers!