Traveling through the game world

"Ah!" Baron shouted in his sleep, "Ten years! Why do I keep having this nightmare?! Can't a person take a nap?! This damned ghost hand!"

A swordsman controlled by the demon Kazan. Also known as Kazan Syndrome. Normally, he shows no abnormalities, but when he experiences anger or excitement, and his mind reaches a breaking point, he transforms into a berserk fighter jet. His crimson left hand silently tells everyone that Baron is such a fighter jet, carrying his own sorrowful memories.

"Hehe!" The sound was somewhat crisp, but it was by no means pleasant to the ear.

"Heh heh! Those damned humans again!" He looked even more ferocious at this moment.

Near the large tree where Baron dwells, several Flame Squirrels approach. Originally elves, they have somehow become ferocious and hostile towards humans.

But does Baron care? Monsters are all money!

"You damned monsters! Why can't you take a nap during the day? Why do you have to send money to your Uncle Baron! Die!"

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"Roar!"

With a loud roar, he drew his greatsword.

"die!"

The massive sword, which had been incredibly heavy, now seemed as light as silk. It lightly grazed the previously excited Flame Squirrel.

"What a sharp attack!"

A gasp of surprise came from afar.

"Huh?" Baron turned around abruptly. Berserkers are always solitary, and Baron, unsure when he would go berserk, was very reluctant to interact with others.

"Hello, I'm Lian Yang!"

As they were talking, Lian Yang appeared in front of Baron. His black clothes, black hair, and black eyes made him look like a warrior who had emerged from the darkness, but he made Baron feel good about him.

"Uh, you... hello, I'm Baron!" Baron, who wasn't good at speaking, couldn't even finish a sentence, but he seemed to have thought of something and raised his left hand, saying somewhat self-deprecatingly, "But look, I have a ghost hand, I'm a ghost swordsman, and maybe one day I'll go berserk."

Baron himself didn't know why he had said so much to Lian Yang in front of him. Normally, he would have turned away with a cold expression.

Staring at Baron's left hand, Lian Yang chuckled and nodded, saying, "What a terrifying left hand, but I've already seen it!"

"Huh?" Baron was a little confused. "Knowing I have Kazan Syndrome, aren't you going to leave me alone? Aren't you afraid I'll go berserk?"

In the continent of Arad, the term "Kazan Syndrome Patient" is absolutely taboo, perhaps only comparable to the imposters of a hundred years ago.

Because no one knows when a Kazan syndrome sufferer will go berserk, erupt, and wipe out everything in their path. The unknown is always terrifying.

Lian Yang couldn't hold back any longer. Looking at Baron, who was struggling with his Kazan Syndrome, he laughed and said, "Hello, Baron, we're friends now. I invite you to join me on an adventure!"

He wasn't a native of Arad; he was a transmigrator. Of course, he knew what a Berserker was—his favorite class in Dungeon Fighter Online. So seeing Baron didn't scare him; he felt like he'd met a kindred spirit. As for Berserk mode? To hell with it!

"Huh? Friend?" This was a completely foreign word to Baron. Baron, who had always been avoided by the world, was both unfamiliar with and longed for this word.

Ignoring the dazed Baron, Lian Yang drew his greatsword: "Hey, instead of just standing there daydreaming, let's fight!"

"roar!".

Despite still being surprised that Lian Yang wanted to be friends with him, Baron didn't waste any words. He continued to swing his greatsword and charged towards the fire squirrel in front of him.

"Friends? What an unfamiliar word! But Grandpa Baron likes it!"

As he talked to himself, looking at his bright red left hand, it no longer seemed so evil!

Regardless of Baron, for Lian Yang, the Flame Squirrel that he had fought so hard to defeat before was now so easily defeated. From level 0 to level 15, his strength hadn't increased much. His equipment had only gained him a level 15 relic weapon. However, his fighting spirit was definitely not as weak as it had been at the beginning.

"Damn humans! Flame bomb!"

The fire squirrels were furious that the two humans in front of them seemed to be ignoring them.

"You arrogant piece of trash, you're the one who deserves to die!"

A berserker is a berserker. Although he hasn't completely gone berserk yet, Baron's attacks at this moment are truly like a storm, putting immense pressure on the attackers.

"Haha, this is what battle is all about!"

Unlike Baron's years of fighting, Lian Yang only did two things this year: constantly cutting down trees and constantly watching the upper echelons.

However, Lian Yang's sword seemed to have eyes at this moment, striking the fire squirrel's most vulnerable spot with every attack. And just as the fire squirrel was about to strike, it would miraculously launch a fatal counterattack.

The battle began quickly and ended even more abruptly...

"Phew! What an exhilarating battle!" Lian Yang slung his sword back over his shoulder.

"Fortunately, these are all boring enemies." Baron was unimpressed. He had no choice; a tragedy had forced him into the workforce when he was very young, and he had been living on the edge for years. The fire squirrels really didn't hold much interest for him.

Lian Yang rolled his eyes: "You arrogant jerk, once we've rested enough, let's continue to explore. Master sent me here to train." After saying that, he didn't care about Baron's reaction and strode into the depths of the forest.

Baron didn't care, silently drawing his sword and following. He cherished Lian Yang's word "friend." Because those with Kazan Syndrome had no friends. Only the fear of everyone around them.

"Phew! This is the Armor Spirit!" Lian Yang pointed at the monster before him, saying, "It really does look like the armor has come to life, if only the white shadow inside the armor wasn't so obvious."

"Come back to life my ass! These are monsters corrupted by the Black Nightmare, they're especially annoying." The two walked side by side through the jungle, and Baron gradually got used to having Lian Yang as a friend. His speech returned to its usual sunny tone.

"Then what are you waiting for? Draw your weapons and charge forward side by side!"

"Huh? Holy crap, what dialect is this? But at least Grandpa Baron understood it!"

Helmet spirits may look scary, but they are actually among the lowest-level monsters. They are monsters that are formed when the armor of adventurers who roam the Arnofa Forest is corrupted by black nightmares after they die.

The Forest of Arnofa is known throughout the continent as the "Kindergarten of Arad," a place where adventurers who have just awakened their talents undergo their initial trials. And then, inevitably, some unlucky souls perish here. A dark nightmare, of unknown origin, possesses the power to awaken slumbering spirits and corrupt minds. Thus, a helmet spirit, imbued with the lingering resentment of its master, was born.

"Ding-dong!"

"Clang!"

"Baron, these humanoid monsters are really something else. Fighting them is much more interesting." For some reason, Lian Yang didn't launch a fatal attack on the helmet spirit immediately, but seemed to be consciously holding back.

"Roar!" Baron casually dispatched a helmet spirit and said, "After all, these helmet spirits have some basic combat experience, so they're quite suitable for you to practice on now, since they contain a portion of the adventurer's will from their previous life."

Having lived alone for countless years, and having supported himself through combat all those years, Baron possessed an exceptionally high level of understanding of battle. Therefore, he greatly appreciated Lian Yang's leisurely exchange of blows with the Helmet Spirit; combat experience was indeed crucial.

"Hehe!" Lian Yang chuckled after killing the helmet spirit that had been practicing its moves for half a day with a single sword strike. "But it's nothing special."

For a year, he only practiced basic attacks and focused solely on uppercuts, so Lian Yang genuinely lacked combat experience. However, he possessed the most solid foundation and the strongest combat instincts.

Initially, in terms of pure skills, Lian Yang was inferior to Helmet Spirit. However, now, Helmet Spirit can no longer inflict any damage on Lian Yang.

Baron rolled his eyes: "It's just the most basic Helm Spirit. Let's go, let's move up a bit!"

Without saying a word, Lian Yang silently calculated the plot, hoping the timing was very accurate. He must have arrived on the Arad Continent a year before the plot officially began, and seeing Baron today, he knew he would soon encounter the Black Nightmare. The Black Nightmare's power was completely imperceptible in the game, which only fueled Lian Yang's anticipation.

"Wow, there's a gorgeous woman over there!" Lian Yang suddenly exclaimed.

Baron rolled his eyes: "It's Sleeping Beauty, okay? But that black monster looks like the physical form of the Black Nightmare!"

"Then, leave this black guy to me, you go and wake up your Sleeping Beauty!" Drawing his sword, the black monster in front of him put immense pressure on Lian Yang, but he still decided to fight it alone.

"Good!" Baron's strength is extremely high, far surpassing that of Lian Yang, who is currently only level 15. The leveling experience before level 15 is similar to that in a game, but after level 15, it's a complete transformation. Baron, who has survived alone for at least 10 years, is someone Lian Yang can only look up to.

Because Baron was so strong, he was even more certain that he could save Lian Yang in the most dangerous situation.

"You two bastards, you think you can cause trouble?" The black monster's voice was very deep, sending chills down one's spine.

Lian Yang shook his head and drew his greatsword: "No, it's just me, I'm going to take care of you all by myself!"

"Overestimating yourself, die!" The black monster casually extended a sharp claw.

Seeing the black claws hurtling towards him, Lian Yang decisively flipped over: "Is that all there is to it! Take this!"

The two-handed greatsword was swung with one hand, or rather, it was swung directly at the black monster from behind.

"Hmph! You wretched creature!" The attack missed, and the black monster was hit instead. Although it had no physical form and the damage from the sword was not very high, it was enough to enrage the black monster.

In the blink of an eye, for the incorporeal black monster, there was no more efficient way to fight than to throw its entire body onto Lian Yang.

"Shameless! I'm not gay!" Seeing the black monster transform himself into a huge black blanket, Lian Yang got goosebumps all over his body.

However, the greater the crisis, the calmer one must be. Lian Yang, gripping his sword with both hands, stared intently at the distance of the black blanket.

"Five meters, four meters, three meters, two meters, one meter, half a meter! Now!" Lian Yang, who was silently calculating the distance, suddenly lit up his eyes, brandished his sword with both hands, and slashed once in each direction.

"You can die!"

"What?!" The black monster was completely incredulous, even though it had already wrapped Lian Yang up.

"Hehe! I said, you can die now!" Lian Yang, who had emerged from the black monster's body, completely ignored the monster behind him and stared intently at the blood-red butterfly in front of him.

"This is your true form, isn't it? The source of nightmares?" As he spoke, Lian Yang slashed fiercely at the seemingly harmless blood-red butterfly before him.

"No! My plan!" The nightmare's source of resentment vanished.

"Huh? What happened to me? How did I end up sleeping here?" The girl looked around in confusion.

Baron was visibly excited. He was overjoyed that the girl, whom he hadn't been able to wake no matter what he did, had suddenly awakened on her own. "You seem to have been attacked by the black monster. Now the black monster has been defeated by Lian Yang, and that's how you woke up." He then turned to Lian Yang and said, "You've got some skills after all!"

Scratching his hair, Lian Yang said, "Thank goodness, let's take this girl home first!"

"it is good!".

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