Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 1 God’s Perspective
The smell of cow dung filled my mouth and nose.

Duncan felt his head buzzing, as if he had been hit hard on the right side of his face. Half of his cheek was swollen and there was a bloody taste in his mouth.

His face and body were covered with cow dung, and he fell beside a pile of dung and haystack. Before he could figure out what was going on, he heard shrill screams coming from not far away, and the sound of chopping meat on bones.

The strong smell of blood hit my nose.

Duncan staggered to his feet and looked up to see a corpse with its eyes open. It was a middle-aged man with a Western face, dressed like a farmer, in tattered clothes. He was already dead, with blood foaming from his mouth, his chest covered in blood, and a dung fork under him.

Another scream.

Thirty meters away, a peasant woman was knocked down by a sword, and blood spurted from the carotid artery in her neck more than one meter high.

A burly and ferocious figure retracted his sword, kicked the peasant woman's body away, and then stabbed the farmer who tried to resist with another sword, killing him.

massacre!

It was a complete massacre.

Three fully armed soldiers were slaughtering a group of unarmed farmers. They dispersed the mob like cutting melons and vegetables, and every swing of their weapons took away an innocent life.

passed by myself.

Duncan realized this at the first moment, and the next second he reached out and grabbed the dung fork next to him.

Weapons could not give him any sense of security.

But in this situation, having a weapon in hand and being unarmed are two completely different concepts. He took a second to observe himself. He was ragged, but still strong, with a new body, very young, and no serious injuries on his body. He just seemed to have been punched on the right cheek.

You can fight, but you can't win at all.

They were a group of defeated soldiers.

The information in the brain was very complex, possibly the memory of the original owner of this body. Duncan had no time to digest it, so he used his strong willpower to extract the information that was most useful to him at the moment.

The empire was defeated again.

The defeated soldiers plundered the village, clashed violently with the peasants, and massacred the sparsely populated village.

They did not intend to leave anyone alive because the blame could be put on the enemy.

"Survive first!"

Duncan realized that he could die here at any time.

The passing of bandits is like a comb, and the passing of soldiers is like a grate.

The defeated soldiers behaved no differently than animals.

These defeated soldiers were like ferocious jackals when facing a group of farmers, as if this could regain their courage that had been easily dispersed by the enemy.

Duncan retreated quietly with the dung fork in hand.

He didn't think he had the ability to kill three well-equipped soldiers with professional military training with just a dung fork. One of them was dressed like a medieval knight, but he was not wearing plate armor or a helmet. The equipment on his body looked a bit like a robe and chain mail.

"Where's the cheat? Where's the system?"

"Dark blue!"

"add a bit!"

Duncan received no response. He had already retreated several meters. Without the cheat, he had no chance of winning. Although he didn't know the relationship between these farmers and the original owner of the body, since he had traveled through time and gained a new life, he was unwilling to give up his life here so easily.

So he prepared a strategic retreat.

"There's another one over there!" The man dressed as a knight was already bloodshot. His bloodshot, sinister eyes glanced around and he shouted, "Hyena, go kill him!"

Not far away, a tall and thin man with a ferocious expression turned and approached Duncan.

He took a short-handled throwing axe from his waist, ran around the haystack in front, gradually speeding up, trying to kill him with the throwing axe at the corner.

"Enter combat mode!"

In a trance, Duncan seemed to hear something, and the next second his consciousness began to rise. In an instant, his consciousness seemed to enter nothingness, and then he saw everything around him clearly.

A sparsely populated, dilapidated village.

Three men dressed as soldiers were prominently marked on the map of the village with red signs.

There seemed to be a projection screen in front of him, showing everything around him with a 360-degree God's vision without blind spots.

Duncan saw a young man running away, holding a dung fork tightly in his hand. About fifty meters away from him, a tall and thin defeated soldier was holding a flying axe and was coming around the side of a haystack. There were a pile of haystacks and two wooden houses nearby. If they met head-on, there would probably be no chance for a fight. If the other party threw an axe, Duncan would be seriously injured if not killed.

Duncan was not wearing any armor, just a ragged linen shirt and pants.

The lower right corner of the projected image.

Two defeated soldiers with red marks were still slaughtering other villagers. One of them had a star mark, probably a stronger knight. The corpses on the ground were clearly visible. The scene was bloody and cruel, as if watching an immersive movie.

Duncan's consciousness was floating in the void, and the projection in front of him looked like a game interface.

"Game interface?"

Duncan's mind moved slightly, and the black-haired boy who was still in the picture suddenly moved. He took two steps forward, then took a step back, and then jumped on the spot.

He still controlled the young body in the projection image, just like controlling the character in the game in his previous life.

Only this time, he didn't use a mouse or keyboard, but his mind, feeling as if he was in the scene, as if he was playing a virtual game.

“Is this my cheat?”

"Since this is a game interface, can you at least give me some numerical values?"

"Health bar? Mana? Stamina bar or something?"

A thought.

The projection image in front of Duncan began to change slightly. A short health bar appeared, with a corner missing. The blue mana bar was empty, and the stamina bar was quite long, but it was also slightly consumed.

He now felt like he was playing a virtual action role-playing game, and the character he controlled was the young body he had traveled through time and space to.

Duncan's consciousness at this moment is above his body, and he is looking down at everything happening around him from a God's perspective!
"Do you have any skills?"

"I can't just rely on basic attacks to win this near-fatal encounter, right?"

How could a young boy from a farming family possibly defeat three professionally trained warriors?

Not to mention that the opponent was wearing armor and the weapon in his hand was far superior to the dung fork that Duncan was holding tightly at the moment.

"Dung Fork Mastery: Your background and childhood experience as a farmer have given you a mastery of the dung fork, far surpassing other weapons. When using a dung fork in combat, your critical hit rate, backstab, attack speed, and more are greatly increased. No one will pay much attention to a farmer with a dung fork."

——"Battle Bar [Stab]: You have not received formal combat training. The only combat technique you are proficient in is the stabbing move."

——"Battle Bar [Roll]: You often fought in your youth, so thanks to this, you have mastered certain rolling and dodging techniques. However, it doesn't always work, at least not against enemies with quick reactions."

that's it?
Duncan grew nervous as he looked at the lone spike and the tumbling battle bar. Luckily, he'd played countless games in his past life, even claiming victory in Calradia with a stick. Seeing the familiar game interface, he gradually relaxed. At least he had a cheat, so a comeback wasn't completely impossible.

Besides, this time he is not using a mouse and keyboard to operate, so his mind reaction speed is faster. Don't doubt the combat skills of a hardcore player. After switching to the God's perspective and overcoming his inner fear and physical instincts, he is now eager to try.

"I can complete all the Souls series games with one life, so I don't believe I will die here."

Next to the haystack.

After his consciousness entered the God's perspective, the controlled young man's body instantly transformed into an expressionless, cold warrior. The fear on his face completely disappeared, leaving only a glimmer of excitement and eagerness in his eyes. He first jumped on the spot, holding the dung fork tightly in both hands and swung it into the air, then rolled to the right, covered in mud and filth, and landed on the other side of the haystack.

“The control feels great! No lag at all!”

Duncan's consciousness was controlling this body. He silently calculated the attack frame rate and attack range of the dung fork. Through his God's perspective, he saw the tall, thin warrior not far away pause with a puzzled expression. (60 frames per second.)
"Where did that guy hide?" The tall and thin warrior looked puzzled. When he raised his head slightly, he could see a scar on his chin.

Although the village was small, it was surrounded by a simple fence. As a veteran with rich combat experience, the tall and thin man originally planned to go around the fence from the side and directly blow Duncan's head with a flying axe.

His best skill is throwing the Fran throwing axe.

But the other party suddenly stopped moving halfway and stopped in the area between the wooden house and a pile of haystacks.

The visibility in this area is not very good.

The tall and thin man subconsciously switched to dual-wielding weapons, but soon he smiled contemptuously. After all, the other party was just a farmer holding a dung fork and could not be his opponent at all.

He just needs to be careful and he can catch this escaped little rat and execute him.

The tall, thin man tilted his ear slightly to listen. He heard footsteps very close, just behind the haystacks on the side. These haystacks were two or three meters high, neatly stacked and two meters apart. Farmers relied on them to make fires and feed livestock during the winter. They were like quilts in this era. Once winter came, without them, people would freeze to death.

The tall and thin man kept his eyes and ears alert and approached very cautiously.

puff!

But what he never expected was that his every move was under Duncan's God's perspective. The moment the opponent showed his head, a dung fork stabbed out quickly, as fast as lightning, and blew his head off on the spot. Amidst the shrill screams, the sharp tip of the dung fork poked out the fleeing soldier's eyeball.

These defeated soldiers were relatively well-equipped, but they had no helmets or shields, and their heavy armor had probably been thrown away, so they mostly wore light armor.

Every inch is stronger.

Duncan has very clear thinking and a God's perspective, allowing him to catch his enemies off guard.

While the dung fork isn't a particularly good weapon, it does have the advantage of range. This body is that of a young, strong man, muscular from years of hard work, and a full-strength attack is sure to deal damage. With his God's Perspective, he can roam around, and this pile of hay is his natural barrier.

Ah!
With a scream, a blood bar appeared on the enemy's body the moment he was stabbed, and then the blood bar disappeared quickly.

Is this dead?

This was no longer just a wound; it was a headshot. Duncan had directly pierced the head of the defeated veteran. The tip of the dung fork had penetrated several centimeters, and when he pulled it out, he could clearly feel the bone stuck.

Unlike the games of my past life, everything was real damage. A leg chop would cripple you, a broken hand would cripple you, and a headshot was a fatal blow. Otherwise, how could a defeated veteran be killed by a farmer with a dung fork? If it were a game, you'd have to exchange a few blows.

When Duncan pulled out the dung fork, he found that the tip of the dung fork was quite sharp. This headshot might have been due to his "Dung Fork Mastery". After all, this was an old tool that he had used for more than ten years.

Moreover, under the control of the God's perspective, the 'Move: Stab' that he controlled the character to launch was obviously a full-strength attack combining waist and horse. If he were to do this by himself, he would definitely not be able to do it. He would probably be very nervous before he even started. However, under the God's perspective, as long as he had a thought, the body he controlled would immediately burst out with all its strength.

His control efficiency over this body directly reached over 100%!

"This wave is powerful!"

The noise here had alerted the other two enemies. The entire village had only 30 or 40 people, and they had almost killed them all. Hearing the screams coming from this side, another fierce enemy immediately rushed over.

What was even more terrible was that the sinister man dressed as a knight also killed the farmer who had given up resistance and was kneeling on the ground begging for mercy with one sword, and then drew his weapon and quickly approached this side.

It is an enemy unit marked with a star.

One against two, it’s death!
The sinister man dressed as a knight was better equipped. He wore a robe and chain mail. Although he also did not have a helmet, he had a cloth hood on his head with a metallic luster on the edges. He had arm armor, elbow pads, and gauntlets on his hands, knee pads, greaves, metal-clad leather boots, etc. on his legs. If it were not for the lack of a piece of plate armor on his chest, he would be a complete canned knight.

This wave is not easy to fight.

Duncan controlled the character to pick up the throwing axe on the ground. The moment he picked it up, a constantly changing aiming interface like a cross appeared, and he immediately thought of where his chance of turning the tables was.

"a chance!"

"Be sure to aim for a headshot!"

At this moment, Duncan summoned the same spirit he had when he was in school, battling with his roommates in Internet cafes for days and nights. All his attention was focused on the crosshairs. The constantly changing, spreading and gathering crosshairs represented his mastery of the technique of using the throwing axe. Without any professional training, he could only aim at the enemy through this violently shaking and unstable crosshairs.

Just like playing games, operating skills can make up for the lack of skills.

in!
puff.

With the help of the God's perspective, Duncan seemed to have a perspective cheat. He seized the moment when the enemy showed his head, and even predicted it half a second in advance. He threw a flying axe with all his strength, and hit the opponent's forehead directly at a distance of eight meters. The opponent's burly body fell to the ground, and his blood bar disappeared again.

These enemies have health bars as short as his.

On the projection interface of Duncan's consciousness, the stamina bar was consumed in an instant, and then began to recover slowly.

"Only one enemy left!"

Duncan heard a slight gasp coming from the body he controlled, but his own consciousness was unaware of it. When he observed, he found that his stamina bar had been consumed by nearly half.

Although the consumption of physical strength did not show up in his consciousness, the body he controlled still showed some effects.

respite.

It means that the two full-strength bursts have made the body feel a little tired.

At that moment, the sinister-looking knight appeared. His expression was tinged with fear, his eyes fixed on the young man not far away, as if he were in disbelief. The young man, who had just been knocked unconscious by his punch during the chaotic battle, had actually killed his two followers in one fell swoop after regaining consciousness.

If I had known this earlier, I would have given him another blow.

Next to the haystack opposite, the young man pulled out the throwing axe from the enemy's forehead with an expressionless face, and began to retreat. Facing a well-trained knight head-on, he had absolutely no chance of winning.

The enemy has only one weak point, the head, and it is difficult to cause serious damage unless you shoot him in the head.

Duncan's consciousness controlled his body to retreat, and without even looking back, he went straight into the wooden house at the corner. The sinister knight hesitated for a moment, but still caught up with him. However, he was very careful because the enemy was familiar with the terrain here, and he had to be wary of sneak attacks from the other side.

His two followers were obviously killed in a sneak attack.

Duncan controlled his body and retreated slowly, paying attention to the changes in his stamina bar. From the God's perspective, every move of the enemy was visible. If the enemy sped up, he would speed up. If the enemy slowed down and went around, he would change direction to avoid them.

The distance between the two sides was always about twenty meters, but the sinister knight just couldn't find where he was. He could only feel that the young man was wandering around him like a ghost.

Damn it!

No field of view.

How does he know where I am?

The sinister knight was wearing armor and was not very fast. No matter how hard he chased, he could not catch up with the opponent in this area with a diameter of about 50 meters.

Perspective hanging.

The enemy's psychological defenses are collapsing bit by bit!
God's perspective.

The King of Qin walked around the pillar.

After noticing the enemy's obvious emotional changes through the God's perspective, Duncan also began to concentrate highly.

Now is the time to hunt!

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That’s all. 】

(End of this chapter)