When the game was paused for the day, Roland crawled out of the virtual cabin.
Roland was in high spirits at this moment. One reason was that he went to bed early and got up early every day, so he was naturally in good health.
The second reason was that he was exercising every day. Practicing miaodao wasn't an easy job. Just swinging the blade hundreds of times a day was already hard work.
Besides, there was also the routine training of footwork.
The third reason was that Roland's mental power had greatly increased a year ago.
His body in the game had unbelievably strong mental power, but his current body's mental power was also much stronger than that of a normal person's.
So, after he woke up, he was no longer in a daze, and he was almost as awake as he used to be.
He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at the black glass cup on the table not far away. He snapped his fingers, and a small blue hand appeared out of thin air, grabbed the black glass cup, and slowly floated to Roland's right palm.
After Roland held the cup tightly, the small blue hand disappeared.
They turned into blue specks of light and dissipated into the morning sunlight.
Hand of Magic … A super weakened version.
Such a spell had no attack power, and it would be slow even if it was used to carry things. But this was reality.
What did it mean to be able to use spells in reality?
That was why Roland was so worried in the game last night.
It was indeed something to be ecstatic to be able to use spells, but what worried him was that he hadn't learned much yet. What if the game officials couldn't bear the pressure and shut down the server?
He had brought this ability out of the game. What if he couldn't learn the Mage knowledge and techniques in the future?
"I hope the game officials can hold on for a few more years." Roland sighed.
Ever since he discovered the weird energy in the ancestral hall, Roland had been searching for similar energy clusters everywhere in the past year, but to no avail.
However, he had been practicing the Daoist Nourishment of Life without a break.
Perhaps because he was quite familiar with the use of mental power in the game, he could gradually make use of the mental power that he had developed with the Daoist Nourishment of Life.
More importantly, with mental power, he could absorb the magic power in the air.
Although there was pitifully little magic power in the air in the real world, it was still there.
Roland slowly captured the magic element molecules in the air with his mental power and stored them for more than half a year before he managed to cast one Hand of Magic.
Furthermore, it was an extremely weakened version.
There was not much magic in the real world, so this might be the reason why there were not many people with superpowers in the real world.
Roland didn't go to the saber arts club today but searched for the latest news from the game officials at home.
Although some news on the Internet was blocked, Roland could still infer a lot of things from the few words in the news.
Just as Vincent had said, the game officials were under attack, and even Penguin Corporation's stock price had dropped significantly.
After searching for information, Roland leaned against the back of his chair and thought about what he could do.
However, he helplessly realized that there was nothing he could do in reality.
In reality, he was just an ordinary person. He had no power, no money, no influence, and could not do anything.
Therefore, after much thought, the only thing he could do was to gain more knowledge and magic skills in the game as soon as possible.
As long as he learned enough, even if the game crashed one day, he would be able to apply the magic knowledge in reality.
However … Roland also realized that things weren't as bad as he imagined. The people who created this game, or rather, this world, might not be scared of secular pressure.
But in any case, it wasn't wrong to prepare for the worst.
After making the decision, Roland began to meditate and practice the Daoist Nourishment of Life.
In the future, he would have to double the time to practice the Nourishment of Life. He had to improve his mental power in real life as soon as possible so that he could understand the magic knowledge in the game.
Or even use it!
Soon, it was night. Roland ended his half-day meditation, washed up, and entered the game again.
His life in the game was rather monotonous. Roland experimented in the Magic Tower every day, and he also spent some time teaching and supervising the progress of the new apprentices.
Occasionally, he would flirt with Andonara. Although he couldn't break their relationship, Andonara, as a young married woman, knew a lot of fun after the royal family's special premarital education.
Andonara, on the other hand, helped the players transform into Great Swordsmen now and then and made a lot of money.
Such a monotonous but fulfilling life lasted for almost a month.
Then, a major event was exposed on the forum, shocking everybody, including Roland.
A player sheriff asked for help on the forum.
This player sheriff was hired by Winterwind as one of the achievements of the royal family's divide-and-conquer strategy.
But the player treated his job seriously. After all, he had a fixed salary every month and a bunch of NPC soldiers as his subordinates. He was more successful and influential here than in reality.
However, something happened recently. For some reason, the people of the Sapphire Shrine and the Silver Wings came to Winterwind.
Also, they had conflicts. At first, the two parties only fought on the mountain outside of the city, and the sheriff of Winterwind led a bunch of his subordinates and watched in fear.
The professionals, especially the players, caused too much noise.
Everybody in the city was appalled.
But later, after the two parties died and were resurrected several times, the real battle got out of hand.
Eventually, the battle spread to Winterwind.
The resurrected players of the two parties fought inside and outside of the Temple of Life. Then, the battlefield expanded until the whole of Winterwind became a battlefield.
Although the players intentionally avoided the civilians in the city, they couldn't care less about other people after they got into a real battle.
The spellcasters, such as Warlocks and Mages, might accidentally hurt the civilians when they launched a AOE spell.
The archers might accidentally shoot the civilians too.
Even the Warriors might crash into the houses if they missed the target with a Charge, killing or wounding the civilians.
Some of the civilians tried to escape, but most of them hid in their homes, not daring to come out.
After all, where could they run to?
There was no food or a place to sleep outside. Also, it was early winter, and frost might fall now and then. People might freeze to death.
The civilians were not professionals, and they had extreme resistance to harsh environments.
The sheriff cried in the video, "At least three hundred civilians have been killed, and I don't have time to count them. Who can help the civilians of Winterwind? Who can stop them from fighting in the city? "
The post immediately attracted the attention of many players, and the players of the two guilds were denounced by other players too.
Normally speaking, the players who were criticized on the forum would behave themselves no matter how big the incident was.
However, the players of the two guilds showed no sign of stopping. Instead, they fought more and more intensely.
The netizens were all confused about the grudge between the two guilds.
But then, an anonymous tip appeared and detonated the forum.
"Although I'm a member of a guild, I can't stand watching the innocent civilians fall. I'm here to tell you the reason. Jalan Temple and Silver Wing discovered a high-purity gold mine on the mountain outside of Winterwind. They're fighting for it."
At this point, more than a thousand civilians had been killed in Winterwind.
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