Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 140 Life Coins
However, at this moment, no one had the energy to pay attention to this eccentric old priest.

Apart from the equally shocked surviving believers and the tall young police officer.

Freckled teenager Cohen was squatting, while in front of him, a burly black man named Harlow lay stiffly on the ground.

His entire upper body clothing was soaked with blood from several arrow wounds.

Looking at the other person's dark complexion, which now appeared ashen due to excessive blood loss, one could see that he was in a state of exhaustion.

He told Cohen about the human anatomy he had researched while researching revenge against his school classmates.

With a punctured heart and lungs and so much blood loss, the person could not possibly survive.

The fact that she can still open her eyes at this moment is just an illusion created by the body's final supply of nutrients and adrenaline to the brain.

Looking at Harlow lying on the ground, his dark face and the blood foam constantly spitting from the corner of his mouth.

It could be said that Cohen is still alive today because his opponent took those arrows for him.

Thinking this, the sadness in her numb eyes deepened.

And looking at the muscular black man, his mouth kept opening and closing and the hissing sounds he made.

He understood, so he leaned closer, trying to hear the other person's last words.

And wait until they get closer.

It was mixed with the sounds of blood flowing back into the trachea and the hissing sound of lungs being pierced.

What was originally blurry and unclear can gradually be distinguished.

"...cough cough...bro...don't be sad...I'm so glad...you survived..."

Upon hearing these words, Cohen could no longer contain himself.

Two lines of tears streamed down her cheeks, leaving clear tear tracks on her dusty face.

"Big guy, stop talking..."

However, it was clear that the burly black man was now on his deathbed.

The sounds around me were no longer clear enough, so I couldn't answer what he was saying.

He simply spoke his dying words softly to himself.

"...Cough cough...I...my name is Harlow...I don't have a surname...I don't know...who my father is..."

"...Ahem...May I know...your name?"

Looking at the other person's increasingly unfocused pupils, how could Cohen possibly say no?
The only thing to do is to seize the moment, while the other person can still hear you, and loudly repeat your name over and over again.

“Alan Cohen! My name is Alan Cohen! Big guy… no… Hello! That’s my name!”

It seems that the other party's ears received the name just before the organ went on strike.

Perhaps his consciousness was already unclear at this moment, but he still tried his best to nod almost imperceptibly.

"well…"

"...I...cough cough...have another secret...I want to tell you..."

Cohen, whose face was already streaked with tears, nodded repeatedly, sobbing uncontrollably.

"...I...am actually...bisexual..."

I finished saying those words with difficulty.

Before the freckled boy could react, the burly black man pursed his thick lips and made a kissing motion.

"muma~"

At that moment, Cohen, a freckled boy with tears in his eyes, made this gesture while looking at that dark, ugly face, which was only 20 inches away.

This series of information-packed words and images left the still-young Cohen completely stunned.

A pair of brown eyes suddenly widened, and as if electrocuted, the upper body straightened up abruptly, creating distance.

"Fuck! You!..."

"... "

Realizing what had happened, Cohen was just about to unleash a few angry words.

But when the gaze returned to the burly black man lying on the ground, it was discovered that his pupils were dilated and had lost their luster.

And finally.

The other person's expression froze on a smile, as if some wicked scheme had succeeded.

"..."

Seeing this scene, Cohen felt a complex mix of emotions and didn't know what to think for a moment.

They remained silent for a long time.

A few minutes, or a dozen minutes.

Suddenly, the surroundings became noisy, and I seemed to hear the old priest from the church, who was known for his seductive pronouncements, screaming in alarm.

This caused Cohen, who had been standing still for a long time, to turn his head and look around to see what was going on.

Looking around, I was somewhat surprised to find that the two mysterious "barbarian war gods" who had appeared had left at some point.

(ps: Although the Haier Brothers tried very hard to look cool, their tattered, wilderness-style clothes and filthy hair made them look like nothing more than terrifying beggars.)

Only the shattered corpses of undead knights remained, a testament to the end of that crushing battle.

But clearly, this doesn't seem to be the reason for the surprise of his companions.

Soon, a loud popping sound from above his head silenced him, eliminating the need for further speculation.

A black and white feather swirled and fell from the sky.

Two doves, one black and one white, and a crow reappeared in everyone's sight, standing on a low table that had suddenly appeared.

Just like it was a little over an hour ago.

The two birds waited for a moment, their two pairs of eyes scanning the four directions.

Seeing the drastically reduced human population, I simply did some logical calculations without any emotional reaction.

This time, it was a large, jet-black crow that opened its beak first.

"Congratulations, players, you have successfully defeated this unbalanced monster."

"Your lives will be extended, and you will be absolutely free until the next hunt begins."

Then, just like before, the black crow closed its beak, smoothly transitioning to the white dove, which made its call again.

"Every effort you make will be rewarded accordingly."

"The gift of the world's balance: the effort each of you puts into the hunt will be converted into an equal number of points."

"And points can be exchanged for many things that ordinary people cannot even imagine."

"Please cherish the results of every effort you make, for they will inevitably lead to a bountiful return in your next hunt."

Once again, both birds opened their mouths at the same time, creating a cacophony that made one feel dizzy and nauseous.

"Now, in exchange for your spoils!"

After shouting this, the two birds stopped moving, and an old-fashioned book with a leather cover suddenly appeared on the grass in front of the low table.

For a moment, everyone remained cautiously silent.

And so, several tens of seconds of suppressed tension passed.

None of the three survivors standing nearby were the first to make a move.

In the oppressive silence, everyone soon noticed something strange.

Originally, it was a lawn right next to the woods and lake, surrounded by the whistling sea breeze and the chirping of birds in the woods.

At this moment, the surrounding space seemed to be muted.

The only sounds were the noises made by the group of people, and there were no other sounds from the outside world.

His gaze cautiously searched, scanning his surroundings.

This deathly silence reminded Cohen of the very beginning, when he first woke up in the cabin.

It seemed to be just as deathly still then, except that there were many people and it was very noisy, so you couldn't tell anything.

Thinking back to the beginning, he had a guess in his mind. Sure enough, the next moment...

His gaze swept around and then settled on the tall, young police officer who had survived, several dozen meters away.

At this moment, the other person's movements were very strange, constantly opening and closing their mouth, as if they were shouting something.

His hands, like those of a Frenchman, were placed in an international greeting.

It looked like surrendering, or perhaps like wiping a window, with the whole body leaning forward.

He craned his entire face forward, seemingly looking at them with great curiosity.
Cohen frowned and stared at it for a while, but soon he was relieved.

He stood up somewhat unsteadily and took a few steps to the side.

Soon, as he had anticipated, he crashed into an invisible wall.

Reaching out to touch that familiar feel, smooth and firm.

Clearly, just like at the beginning, they were trapped by a completely sealed, but invisible barrier.

As for why the young police officer who had been standing with them was kept outside, that remains as an explanation.

Cohen also had some guesses.

It probably means the other party is still alive.

Or rather, it's because they never died, and therefore weren't chosen by the balance that the black and white birds spoke of to participate in this game.

Looking at the tall police officer outside, whose voices couldn't even get in and who could only pound on the wall in bewilderment.

Cohen seemed to suddenly realize that this invisible barrier might not be entirely intended to trap them.

Under certain conditions, this may also be a form of protection.

Thinking this, they turned their gaze to the two black and white birds that had mysteriously appeared in the very center of the space where they were.

This barrier always seems to appear together with these two birds.

This makes one wonder if this invisible barrier, which can even block out sound, is the ability of these two strange birds.
The more you come into contact with and imagine the power and strangeness of the other party, the more you can feel the insurmountable gap between them.

At this moment, looking at those two strange birds with their eyes looking in different directions, he really couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance.

The gap is too large, too large to understand.

With this in mind, Cohen felt relieved.

I shifted my gaze away from the two black and white birds once again.

They looked at the large leather book that had appeared on the ground after the other party had completed their strange communication.

Cohen then clutched his bleeding shoulder.

Under the astonished gaze of the old priest and the surviving believers.

He staggered to the books on the ground and scooped them up with his still-functioning hand.

At first glance, it feels unusually heavy.

The weight felt less like a book and more like a brick inlaid with a metal exterior.

The entire book, judging from its appearance alone, contains no text or pictures.

Only the book's cover and spine are visible, both made of a tough, brown leather that resembles cowhide.

I opened it amidst some hesitant glances.

Lines of text also came into his view.

"Contribution Ranking"

"Hello: 35 (Death Cancelled)"

"Allen Cohen: 25"

"Cicero Augustus: 10 (Father)"

"Kosi; 5 (believers)"

"..."

The information on the first page is very simple.

It can be said that, combined with what the strange bird just said, its meaning is immediately clear.

There are 17 rows from top to bottom, with the lowest being zero and the highest being 35.

However, Cohen looked at Harrow, who was ranked first in terms of contribution, at the top of the book with a complicated expression.

However, the other person's name has been crossed out with a diagonal line, clearly indicating that it has been invalidated.

He stared for a few seconds before looking away.

Looking at them, it was impossible to guess whose names they were.

Many people have a number 1 after their names, but the names are crossed out with a horizontal line.

Cohen thought for a moment and speculated that perhaps attracting the attention of the undead knight and being shot dead by an arrow would also count as making a contribution.
In short, adding up the numbers after all the names gives exactly 100.

This must be the core logic behind how the other party calculates their contribution.

Literally, points are allocated based on each person's contribution to killing monsters.

However, considering the process, there were young police officers who fired shots, and the two barbarian warriors who appeared at the end.

Clearly, none of this counts as the contribution of the three survivors, including myself.

However, it seems that this calculation logic does not include people other than the selected individuals.

This gave Cohen an idea.

Perhaps this game has a bug?

Is it possible to rack up points by hiring outside help?
However, these are obviously things to consider in the future.

My mind raced for a moment.

I've finally figured out the general meaning and logic behind the contribution ratings written on this page.

Cohen then turned to the second page.

Unlike the previous page, this second page was covered with densely packed writing.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that they were individual items, resembling products displayed on a shopping app.

It's just written on paper.

I then flipped through a few more pages and found that they were all pretty much the same.

Through those brief introductions and the numbers marked on the back.

Cohen guessed that it was probably something beyond human imagination that could be redeemed with points.

However, upon closer inspection and perusal...

soon.

Today, I found out the names and prices of several amazing items that I had come into contact with.

"Sturdy wooden stick: 2 points"

"Guardian Leather Hat: 5 points"

"Map for finding your way: 5 points"

"Withering Arrow: 10 points"

"... "

Below the item name and exchange price, there is a brief description.

Upon inspection, Cohen discovered that the function was largely the same as what he had figured out and guessed.

And it was during this reading that...

He also happened to find something that was quite eye-catching.

"Life Coins: 20 points"

"When you hold more than one, you can use it to offset one of your own deaths or revive a teammate..."

(End of this chapter)