Chapter 4
Jasper Patton summarized his three skills and found that the higher the proficiency level of a skill in the simulation, the greater the compatibility between the skill and his body, and the greater the power of the skill when he releases it.
Moreover, Jasper Patton felt that only after reaching mastery of the skill in the simulation, would he have a chance to master it in reality by himself.
“It’s fine now, but what if I learn more restricted skills in the future, will I be unable to use them directly?”
“If it’s a fireball, I think I can barely use it as a torch. As for Spitting Water, I think it’s possible to carry a pot of water around, taking a sip and spitting it out. And Hypnosis Powder? I cannot always carry a few bottles of powdered sleep powder around, right? Then Amplification, Intimidation, Healing Technique, Teleportation…”
“I can feel the vibe of a Mage, who needs to prepare spell materials in advance to cast spells.”
“In the future, my clothes must be filled with secret compartments, each containing materials. One pocket has gunpowder, another has sleep powder, a couple of bottles of Yunnan black medicine spray, and then some…”
His thoughts stopped there, and Vincent Wolf glanced at the still calm lake, not having much desire to linger here anymore.
After all, he would be able to enter the simulation once every day.
At this moment, Vincent Wolf thought of the old dragon at home, his heart pounding nervously.
“I haven’t seen the old dragon angry in such a long time; it seems I have really upset it this time. Is it really going to beat me up?”
“No, I have to hurry home and say something nice, otherwise this old dragon can really beat someone up!”
Recalling the memory of the giant pits and charred corpses left by the dragon’s claws and flames in Dragon Town, Vincent Wolf broke out into a cold sweat.
If the old dragon doesn’t control its strength, someone could really die!
With that thought, Vincent Wolf quickly activated the return function on the Mysterious Realm Pass in his hand. A feeling of dizziness and weightlessness returned, and the next moment, he was back at the Mysterious Realm Registration Center.
“You came back quite early!” The girl at the counter was somewhat surprised.
“Heh, I’ve now taken control of this Mysterious Realm and no longer need to come here.” Vincent Wolf walked out of the registration center with his hands behind his back, his head held high, and the Slime following with a bouncing gait.
The girl just stood there, dumbfounded.
As he left, Vincent barely heard the girl mutter “moron.”
“Ah, mere mortals can never understand a god’s realm!” Vincent shook his head and sighed.
The Slime also shook its “head” as if mimicking Vincent, but didn’t do it as skillfully and rolled twice.
Vincent picked up the Slime, dusted off its body, and put it on top of his head.
It was cold and refreshing, like a water pillow, perfect for a day when autumn had arrived, yet the temperature still hovered around thirty degrees.
“Huh? What are they doing?”
Vincent saw more than ten people in the distance, both male and female, all looking angry, as they searched for something.
Everyone was stunned and then enraged, feeling a surge of blood, and their rational minds were filled with anger.
“Damn!”
“You, stop!”
“I’m going to kill you!”
“Luckily I’m prepared!” Vincent ran while unscrewing the cap of the mineral water bottle, took a big gulp, gargling as he went.
Then he turned his head.
Pu!
Pu!
Pu!
[Spit Water] was activated, and a stream of water pillars sprayed from Vincent’s mouth. The crystal-clear water flickered with charming light under the sun.
The water pillars were accurate, with each one hitting the faces of the people following Vincent.
“Holy crap!”
“What’s going on with this guy!”
“Ouch, it hurts! Don’t shoot at the face!”
“Ah! So fierce! Even though it hurts, I kind of like it. What should I do!”
Seeing the few people in front covering their faces and crying in pain, the rest looked at each other uncertainly.
“You see! This is the end for those who do evil!” Vincent laughed loudly.
At this moment, a weak male student lying on the ground took off his coat and shakily handed it to the person standing behind him, with a hoarse voice.
“Don’t be afraid! Comrades! Pass on our will!”
“Yes! Even in the face of bullets and gunfire, don’t forget our beliefs!”
Influenced by the male student, the people on the ground all took off their clothes and passed them backward.
Each person who received the clothes had a more determined look in their eyes, as if they had found faith.
Watching as the crowd held their clothes in front of them, Vincent couldn’t help but feel unnerved.
These people were serious!
They were even holding their underwear in front of them!!!
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