Desolate World: Starting With [Selection Option] Chapter 18
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Chapter 18: F*ck!
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Phew…” Wang Shuo released a breath of turbid air and swallowed another Five Grains Pill and Water Droplet. Instantly, his body felt much better.
As expected, after breaking through to lesser mastery of the Primordial Chaos Skill, his cultivation speed had doubled once again.
Initially, he could only refine two Five Grain Pills in an hour, but now this number had risen to four.
On average, he could absorb about 20 light spots in an hour.
Although eliminating the cat demon forest had been somewhat dangerous, it didn’t take long.
While he spent some time practicing his movement techniques afterward, it was nothing compared to when he was practicing his staff techniques.
Altogether, it took less than three hours.
Although he didn’t have a watch to determine the exact time, judging from the sun’s position at the time, it looked to be about eight or nine in the morning.
After reaching the limit in terms of techniques, Wang Shuo didn’t waste any time and continued cultivating the Primordial Chaos Skill.
Even though this mystic tier technique had only just reached lesser mastery, it already faintly revealed hints of its extraordinariness.
The description of ‘nourish the five viscera to establish a firm foundation and cultivate the soul’ wasn’t just for show.
In the past few days, Wang Shuo hadn’t slept at all, yet he didn’t feel the slightest bit sleepy.
At first, he thought that it was due to this game and his digitized body.
But he realized that this wasn’t the case after breaking through to lesser mastery of the Primordial Chaos Skill.
At this moment, Wang Shuo could clearly feel that his five viscera—the heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys—seemed to have become five warm little furnaces.
They were constantly emitting streams of heat to help him to wash away his physical and mental fatigue.
This allowed him to maintain his physical and mental state in an optimal condition at all times.
Of course, the premise was that there was enough food and water.
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The reason why he hadn’t discovered this before was that his cultivation realm was too low, and the nourishing effect of his five viscera was too weak. Even if he constantly circulated it, it could only replenish his body’s consumption of energy.
“This is only the Foundation Establishment stage. I wonder what effects cultivating all seven stages to perfection will have!”
Wang Shuo shook his head. It was still too far away to think about these things now. It was better to master the first stage first so that he could deal with the following dangers.
…
Unknowingly, the sun set, and a bright, luminous moon slowly rose.
Wang Shuo had been cultivating for nearly ten hours from noon until now.
After consuming 40 Five Grain Pills, the accumulation of light spots reached 200 once again.
Unfortunately, just as he had expected, 200 light spots was nothing to him at his current level.
This caused a sense of foreboding to well up within Wang Shuo.
From the previous two races that spawned, it was clear that the further the second trial progressed, the more difficult and dangerous it would become.
The kobold camp might have looked strong, but it couldn’t hold a candle to the cat demon forest.
In terms of Physique, the kobolds were only at most 2.8.
On the other hand, the Physique of the purple-clothed catgirl was at least 3.4.
Whether it was power or technique, the purple-clothed catgirl was several times harder to deal with than the kobold leader.
This alone was already terrifying enough. But with the addition of the three subordinates and the black stone array, it was at least five times more difficult to exterminate the cat demon forest than the kobold camp.
Wang Shuo was now anxious. If this trend continued, he might not be able to deal with the monsters spawning tomorrow.
But now that he had passed the initial stages of his cultivation, it was impossible for him to improve his cultivation base quickly, so he could only take it one step at a time.
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“I hope that the game designers still have some humanity!”
He had to admit that crisis was indeed the best catalyst for humans to grow.
Before, Wang Shuo would have probably not even dared to imagine that he would one day do something so exceptionally boring and tedious without rest.
The work of ordinary factory workers working ten hours a day was already mentally and physically torturing.
From the first day he entered the game, other than fighting monsters and practicing his skills, he spent almost 99% of his remaining time cultivating the Primordial Chaos Skill.
Time and time again, he only focused on discovering and capturing the mysterious light spots in the void.
He was like a tireless machine.
But in reality, Wang Shuo was not as strong as he had imagined. He had wanted to stop and rest countless times along the way.
At the most challenging moment, the thought of giving up even surfaced in his mind every second.
After all, he was not a well-trained, iron-blooded soldier with steel nerves and willpower.
Instead, he was an ordinary young man like most people. In fact, he was even lazier and lacked more perseverance than most people.
The only reason he was able to persist until now was entirely that he was afraid of dying.
When he thought of the dwindling number of players online on the forum, he felt like a whip was lashing him from behind, making him dare not stop for even a moment.
Although he had transmigrated to this strange game world brimming with crises, Wang Shuo still didn’t want to die.
Especially after obtaining his cheat, he was full of hope for the future.
It was precisely because of his fear of death and his hope for the future that Wang Shuo forced himself to persist.
And under this repeated tempering, Wang Shuo’s mental state and willpower also unknowingly became more and more calm and firm.
…
Wang Shuo woke up from hunger and swallowed a Five Grains Pill mechanically. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the brilliant starry sky above him.
A boundless galaxy stretched across the horizon, and the countless dazzling gem-like stars were breathtakingly beautiful.
“Such beautiful scenery can only be seen in games…”
He took a deep breath, and the cool air gradually dispelled the impatience in his heart. Then he unhesitatingly sank back into cultivation.
Rustle
Hearing a loud rustling sound, Wang Shuo opened his eyes and witnessed a magical scene.
The sprouts that had started germinating began to grow at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if special effects were happening.
Within a few minutes, luxurious green fields had completely covered the ground.
“Kill!”
Suddenly, a loud shout sounded from afar.
It was still an unfamiliar language, completely different from the kobolds’ and cat demons’.
Wang Shuo exerted force with his feet and stood up gracefully. He turned his gaze to look in the direction of the voice.
Amid the lush greenery, the yellow patch of sand was particularly eye-catching.
Previously, Wang Shuo had measured this independent space and calculated that it should be around 500 meters in radius.
And this sandy land occupied half of this space.
But that was not the most crucial point.
What truly shocked Wang Shuo was that there was a phalanx of at least 30 people standing in the middle of the sand like statues.
In front of the phalanx, a terrifying figure that was obviously twice the size of a giant bear stood upright and glared at him from afar.
This scene made Wang Shuo involuntarily gasp.
“This can’t be a f*cking army, right?”
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As a person living in the modern era, Wang Shuo knew very well how terrifying an army was.
The strength of an army was not in individual ability but in the team strength displayed through tacit cooperation.
If individual ability kept pace, the power that could erupt increased exponentially.
Looking at the orderly formation, Wang Shuo couldn’t help uttering a single word.
“F*ck!”
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