Hyperdimensional Player

Chapter 5 Dimensional Space
Duncan traveled for two days.

As a member of the empire's pariah population, he did not see where the empire's enemies were, but instead fought two battles with the empire's defeated soldiers.

The carriage jolted.

On a carriage next to them, the young man who was shot in the buttocks yesterday was lying on it groaning. This guy had a strange name, Alma Gun. The untouchables in the empire did not have surnames. If they had one, it meant that their ancestors had some great figures.

This guy was a small figure, but Duncan got a lot of useful information from him.

As for Alma Gun's identity, he is a pariah, a hanger-on and broker among the lowest classes, who mingles in all the gray areas that cannot be seen in the light, and makes a living by flattering and helping others to have fun. You can regard him as a pimp of this era, but this kind of person is indeed well-informed.

The town of Buchanan where he had lived was massacred by the rebels, and Alma Gun was one of the few people who escaped alive.

This guy was very good at observing people's expressions. When Duncan's eyes fell on him, he immediately raised his head, lay awkwardly on the cargo in the carriage, held on to the shelf with both hands to avoid falling off due to the bumps, and forced out a wrinkled and flattering chrysanthemum smile.

This guy looks a bit like a younger version of Captain Jia when he smiles. Anyway, he is ugly and wretched, with a typical pointed-nosed and monkey-cheeked appearance.

Yesterday, his butt was still bleeding, but he still gritted his teeth and got up to steal the villagers' straw to make a resting place for Duncan in the upwind direction, and then lay beside him with his butt sticking up, waiting for orders like a lackey.

It seems that he regards Duncan as his pillar of escape.

The last person he flattered was a hunter among the refugees. Because he was soft-hearted and helped him escape, he was shot dead on the spot by the barbarian hunters.

When this guy saw his companion die, he ran faster than a rabbit.

"This kind of person can be used, but cannot be trusted."

No one here looked up to him. When Duncan asked him questions and tried to get some information from him, he was immediately flattered and consciously played the role of a lackey.

The morning passed quickly.

Duncan's fatigue and weakness gradually disappeared, but this side effect lasted for a long time, about ten hours.

"Do I have to be in combat mode to enter the God's Perspective?"

"Is it okay normally?"

It's quite safe now, and he also has the time to think about his own plug-in. If he can enter the God's perspective at ordinary times, he can do a lot of things.

"exit the game?"

Useless.

"System? Switch the perspective for me?"

Still no use.

"How about trying meditation?"

Duncan sat cross-legged, trying to empty his mind. After his consciousness fell into silence, he entered a spiritual void.

In the projection image in front of me, a young man with black hair was sitting quietly with a calm expression as if he was lost in thought.

Successful.

The previous few times he entered were during battles, and Duncan had no time to carefully examine this void. Now, he seemed to be floating in the starry sky, with a silent cosmic nebula as the background.

There was nothing around him except for a projected image. He himself was not a physical entity, but a spirit that was closer to nothingness.

From a God's perspective, all living creatures nearby are marked, even the hares on the roadside have a small sign.

——Witch [Neutral Unit] (Skull Mark).

The guards of the caravan are all blue marked, only the captain has a star on his head, marked as 'mercenary sergeant'.

"Since this is a game page, can I exit it?" Duncan had a sudden thought.

A thought came to mind.

The projection image in front of me immediately began to change.

——"Retire from the world?"

Ok?
Can I really quit?
But it doesn't look like exiting the God's perspective, but another way to 'quit the game'?
A line of words gradually emerged.

——"Retreat [End Training]: You will sever your connection with your human form and will no longer be able to enter the real plane through this human form. Your human form will replicate your current personality and experience, and it will no longer be able to gain additional abilities."

"The dimensional space will switch to 'Observer Mode', and your consciousness will temporarily fall asleep until your energy is restored and you can capture the next compatible human body."

——"Law of Causality [Experience Settlement]: After your escape, you headed to a northern city and opened a grocery store. Since you didn't show any special qualities during your subsequent journey, the witch Triss gradually lost interest in you.

You successfully returned to ordinary life.

A year later, the barbarians rebelled and the northern border of the empire fell completely. Your city was not spared and you lost everything you had in the war.

In order to make a comeback, you joined the Imperial Army.

Three months later.

The imperial field army you were in encountered the elite cavalry of the Huns, and the legion was defeated. You managed to escape, but were seriously injured and almost disabled. You were soon abandoned by the empire, and you did not receive a single cent of compensation.

It won't be long before you become a beggar.

Without a source of income, your body becomes weaker and weaker, and old injuries constantly torment you.

Finally, you died in a heavy snow in a cold winter a year later."

Fuck!
Ending as a beggar? Crippled? Died of illness?

I fought for the Empire! I bled for the Empire!

Is this the ending?

After Duncan calmed down, he quickly realized that this was not a normal time travel. The body he controlled was just a "human body", and the place he actually traveled to was this strange dimensional space.

If he really 'quit' completely, then he would break the connection with this human body.

As for how long he needs to sleep in observer mode, it is unclear.

He might never wake up again, after all, he was just a mortal soul. Furthermore, this ending was so bad, and according to his speculation, the training settlement would probably affect everything he did in the dimensional space.

He simply couldn't accept this ending!

If he couldn't be a king, he should at least be a lord of a region, right? At the very least, he should be a noble merchant, right?

beggar?

It is impossible for a beggar to be a beggar.

He would never be a beggar in his life! Even if he died on the battlefield, shot to death by arrows, or hacked to death by swords, he would never be a beggar.

Men fight for wealth and honor on the battlefield!

Just do it and it's done.

Since it is a descended human body, then fight to the last moment!
Consciousness returns.

Duncan regained his first-person perspective, that is, his consciousness entered this "human body", a nineteen-year-old imperial pariah whose parents had both died and all his relatives had been killed by the imperial defeated soldiers.

This escape is not the end!

His legendary experience has just begun.

………………

Duncan stretched his arms and legs, picked up the Northern War Bow and aimed at a crow on a treetop by the roadside. There must be a corpse nearby, which attracted the scavenger crow.

He used the spoils from the defeated barbarians to exchange for this Northern War Bow and a spare bowstring from the caravan guards. Although his plug-in was a God's perspective on the game screen, in real combat, everything obeyed the most basic laws of physics.

Knives will become dull, strings will break, equipment will be damaged after use, and people will become disabled after being injured.

Everyone is in one life mode.

Face life head on.

There is no choice.

"The bruises on my face are still there."

Duncan touched the bruise on his cheek, which was slightly swollen. The sinister knight, wearing his gauntlet, had delivered a powerful punch, likely hitting his temple, effectively killing the original owner of this human form. Even after his consciousness entered the human form, the wound on his cheek hadn't fully healed. It was slightly bruised, and his health bar had dropped a bit. It had been almost two days, but he still hadn't fully recovered.

"Don't get hurt." "My body can't withstand any injuries. I might become disabled if I'm not careful!"

"After all, this world is real, not a real game."

Duncan aimed at the crows on the treetops beside the road for a while, then put down the Northern War Bow in his hand, as if he was thinking about something.

“Don’t turn on the God’s perspective.”

"My archery skills are about the same as those of an ordinary archer. It's basically impossible for me to perform beyond my normal level."

"That is to say."

"From a first-person perspective, my melee strength is roughly equivalent to that of an Imperial Infantryman, and my archery skills are close to those of a Barbarian Forest Hunter. According to the game's understanding, the Barbarian Forest Hunter is equivalent to a slightly stronger archer unit."

Only from a God's perspective can he perform exceptionally well, applying his gaming skills from his previous life directly to reality and achieving quite astonishing results.

“The most important thing at the moment is to improve our strength.”

"In troubled times, human life is worth less than a dog's."

"Since I can take away the enemy's abilities, my growth rate should be very fast."

After three battles, he had become a skilled veteran.

What Duncan fears most at the moment is the supernatural power of this world. Although it seems to be a low-magic world as a whole, there is also a witch with a skull mark in the caravan, and the barbarian leader he encountered can also go berserk and rush in front of him despite the arrows.

Duncan saw clearly at the time that the opponent's lungs were shot through, but he was still able to force his way forward for more than 30 meters.

"Except for that mysterious witch."

"Everyone I've encountered so far is just an ordinary, fragile person. The Barbarian leader is a little harder to kill, but it's still possible."

I am also an ordinary person with fragile skin.

It will take at least a week to heal from this punch in the face.

"In this situation, it's easy for me to kill people, and it's easy for people to kill me."

There was a commotion coming from the front of the convoy.

A guard rode over, approached Duncan, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "The road ahead is blocked by a fallen tree."

"There's a body nearby."

Duncan stood up and jumped off the carriage without entering into combat mode. He could smell a faint stench of corpses from a long distance away. There were more than ten corpses nearby, some of which had been pecked beyond recognition by crows.

"It must have been done by the fleeing soldiers." The calm and experienced leader of the guards stopped on his horse and said.

Duncan observed his surroundings and said in a deep voice, "Clean up and hurry up."

He squatted beside a corpse and found traces of gnawing, which should have been left by some large animal, but looking at the bite marks, they felt a bit like the shape of human teeth.

These people had not been dead for long, but their bodies were already quite decayed, as if something had accelerated the decay process.

"Something's wrong!"

The caravan found a way to move the tree and set off again after a delay of half an hour.

It was not until they walked more than ten miles that Duncan relaxed a little.

After crossing a mountain, the leader of the guards ordered a short rest while he and two other riders explored the surroundings. The majority of the caravan was equipped with mules and horses, with only a few elite guards riding travel horses, which were considered a slightly higher-end mount.

The empire was short of horses, and ordinary people could not get real war horses.

"What are you doing?" a soft female voice sounded.

When Duncan looked up, he saw a pair of blue eyes and a proud figure that could not be covered by the gray robe. She had such exquisite curves, but other people nearby turned a blind eye to them. This was a bit inconsistent with a man's nature.

It's that witch!
Duncan didn't find a chance to talk to her, but instead she brought a ceramic pot of clean water to Duncan.

"Thank you." Duncan took it naturally.

He looked at the other person's curious eyes, put down a small piece of parchment, and said calmly: "Record the heads."

Three people were killed in the village.

When we encountered the caravan, we killed five of them.

Last night, the barbarian soldiers attacked at night and he killed about seven of them.

There are fifteen heads in total.

He didn't know how many he had to kill before he could truly adapt to this world.

But he will definitely not show mercy when killing people now.

The witch was speechless for a moment and could only look at him deeply.

"Are you from Bran Village?" the witch asked tentatively.

Duncan narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard this. The village where the original owner came from was very small, with only a few dozen people, and the other party actually knew about it.

He nodded expressionlessly, "Yeah."

The witch hesitated slightly and asked, "Where are the other people in the village?"

Duncan's voice was hoarse: "They are all dead."

"The troops massacred the village."

"I am the only one alive."

The witch's eyes held a hint of apology, and after mumbling an apology, she turned and left.

Duncan watched her leave, then began to search the original owner's memory. In a small and not very deep memory, he found a clue.

When I was a child, an old hunter in the village mentioned that on the other side of the mountains, in the deepest part of the dense forest, there was a tree house where a forest fairy lived. She once rescued an injured and lost hunter and sent him out of the primeval forest.

If the legendary forest fairy is the witch in front of us, then she should have lived for more than a hundred years.

The original owner never believed these things. He thought they were stories told by the village elders to fool the children.

"What if she really is the legendary forest witch?"

"So why did she leave?"

"It can't be to escape from the war, right?"

Duncan didn't know how powerful the witch was, but according to rumors in the empire, some young and beautiful girls were burned to death as witches.

Witch hunt.

It has a history of nearly several decades within the empire.

Even in history, it was rumored that an emperor of the empire was poisoned by a witch.

"Witch."

"A powerful individual possessing supernatural powers."

"But it can also kill."

According to Duncan's guess, although witches possess some strange supernatural powers, they should not be so powerful as to be inhuman, otherwise they would not be hunted down by the church.

"Enter combat mode!"

Suddenly, Duncan's consciousness entered nothingness, and the next second he saw two blue marks appear at the edge of the God's perspective.

Following closely behind are several scattered red marks.

—Pamitia Rangers.

After two days of fleeing, Duncan finally saw the enemies of the empire, who seemed to be dressed like semi-nomads.

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(End of this chapter)