Legendary Person: I brought my skills back to reality!

Xu Hao's eyes widened, his heart pounded, and a chill ran down his spine. He stared intently at every monster on the screen, his mind racing as he recalled his experiences on the continent of Fama. The familiar outlines and features made him gasp.

How could I not recognize these monsters if others can't?

“How could this be…” he muttered to himself, shaking his head in disbelief. The enormous white figure on the streets of New York was clearly the white pig that had once reigned supreme in the pig hole. The massive, gnarled ancient tree beside the Eiffel Tower was none other than the thousand-year-old tree demon. As for Tokyo, those familiar silhouettes were none other than the Woma Warrior and Flame Woma he had seen just a few days ago.

Xu Hao felt a wave of dizziness, his thoughts becoming chaotic. How did these monsters appear on Earth? Who brought them here? And what is their purpose?

Countless questions swirled in his mind, yet he found no answers. Fear and confusion intertwined, making his heart pound violently.

Xu Hao narrowed his eyes slightly, his mind racing. A bold guess gradually took shape in his mind, causing his heart to beat faster involuntarily. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his shock and unease.

"Could it be that some kind of spatial rift has appeared between the continent of Fama and the real world? Or is it an invasion of the real world by the continent of Fama?" Once this thought arose, it spread through his mind like wildfire.

Xu Hao's gaze swept across the screen again, each monster's image reminding him of his experiences in the game world. His hands clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white from the force. This hypothesis seemed to explain everything before him, but it also brought forth more unsettling questions.

If such a spatial rift truly exists, wouldn't more and more powerful monsters flood into the real world? How should humanity deal with such a threat? Xu Hao felt a wave of dizziness; the potential consequences sent chills down his spine.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down. He started thinking quickly.

Xu Hao struggled to sort through the complex information in his mind. His gaze swept across the screen again, carefully observing the details of each monster. Suddenly, an unsettling thought surfaced in his mind.

“Wait a minute…” he muttered to himself, his brow furrowed. “These monsters… while they have caused immense destruction in the real world, by the standards of the Fama continent, they are not particularly powerful.”

The most formidable monster in the video is probably the white boar that is rampaging through New York. There seem to be only three or four of them, while there are quite a few black and red boars.

But what kind of formidable monster is the White Boar on the continent of Fama?

No, that doesn't count!

Theoretically speaking, any mage who has mastered lightning magic can defeat it with the right terrain and positioning. I don't think anyone else can, but I believe Zi Yu can do that now.

This realization sent a chill down Xu Hao's spine. He recalled the even more powerful creatures he had encountered in the game—the Demon Dragon, the Bull Demon, Zuma, the Crimson Moon… These names flashed through his mind; weren't they all far more powerful than the White Pig?

Xu Hao's heart raced, a sense of foreboding creeping into his mind. "If these relatively weak monsters can cause such destruction, then what about those more powerful beings..." He dared not continue thinking, fear gripping his heart like a cold hand.

"This...could this just be the beginning?" Xu Hao's voice trembled slightly with fear. His mind raced. What kind of catastrophe would humanity face if even more powerful monsters crossed over into the real world?

"How powerful would the monsters of the Fama Continent be in the real world? How much damage could firearms actually inflict on them?" This question cut into his mind like a sharp knife.

Xu Hao recalled the ideas he had always been taught: firearms were ineffective against the supernatural. The video before him seemed to confirm this. He carefully observed the details in the footage, his heart pounding with each frame.

The video shows that human-made firearms are indeed ineffective against these monsters, but they still pose a certain threat. Xu Hao's gaze lingered on the thousand-year-old tree demon, which had been burned into a giant torch.

In the footage, the French military, like madmen, relentlessly bombarded the damned tree. Napalm bombs rained down, instantly engulfing the thousand-year-old tree spirit in raging flames.

When truly faced with a life-or-death situation, the men of the old revolutionary base areas ultimately did not raise the white flag again. Countless heroic soldiers defended the glory of the Third Reich with their lives. Some soldiers even charged directly at the Tree Demons carrying incendiary bombs!

The tree spirit let out a piercing scream, frantically waving its branches in an attempt to extinguish the flames on its body. But the sticky, solidified gasoline was like a persistent leech, impossible to shake off.

As the fire raged, the tree spirit's screams grew increasingly shrill. It writhed wildly, leaving devastation in its wake.

Sure enough, the Eiffel Tower collapsed in the footage, turning into a pile of twisted metal debris. Surrounding buildings also collapsed, and smoke and dust filled the air.

The French won the first Battle of Paris in history, but at the cost of half of Paris and the Eiffel Tower.

But as brave as they may be, what if the Red Moon Demon or the Dragon God were to occupy the Iron Tower? In that case, all of Europe would likely be doomed, and even a dwarf couldn't save them!

And then there's Italy, which always seems to have good luck.

Chaos reigned in the streets of Rome. Hordes of skeletons emerged from the ground, wielding rusty axes and sickles, and attacked the surrounding buildings and crowds.

Italian military and police reacted swiftly. Armored vehicles roared in, heavy machine guns swarming the skeletons. Bullets struck the skeletons with a crisp sound, and many fell to the ground. Special forces also joined the battle, using high-explosive grenades and rocket launchers to blast the skeletons to pieces.

Although these skeletons were numerous, their individual strength was indeed weak. They appeared extremely vulnerable in the face of modern weaponry. One sniper even successfully used a large-caliber sniper rifle to accurately blow a skull off its head, shattering the skull.

As time went on, the Italian military and police gradually gained the upper hand. They adopted a strategy of encirclement in sections, breaking the skeletons into small groups and defeating them one by one. Bone fragments and weapon remnants were everywhere, and the streets of Rome had become a sea of ​​bones.

The Italians won, but the monsters they fought, on the continent of Fama, only deserve to appear in Bichon Province, the kind of monsters that every warrior has to tread on countless times during their childhood.

What if these skeletons were replaced by the Bone Demons of Crescent Moon Island?

Xu Hao's brain worked at lightning speed, and he could now conclude that firearms were indeed effective, but only adequate against low-level monsters, and far from sufficient against high-level monsters.