Every time a special Trial ended, Cheng Shi would spend some time in the chat channel to gather information.
Among the vast and fragmented information, most were meaningless venting and complaints, with only a small amount of valuable information worth a glance.
Whether He remembered what He saw depended entirely on His mood.
He first opened the Area chat. The Area chat encompassed Players in the nearby blocks. Yesterday, there were over 7600 online, but now only 6400 remained.
The chat only displayed content, not IDs, so no one knew if the speaker was human or ghost.
"The God has once again punished the atheists. A new God's kingdom is slowly forming. Brothers and sisters, join the God's kingdom and share in the God's grace!"
"Feel the grace, embrace the greatness!"
"Everything is the Lord's charity. We survivors should all be grateful! Thank the Lords, thank the Gods!"
This kind of crazy talk was typical of the Advent Faction's speaking style, which Cheng Shi usually skipped directly.
However, judging by the attitude and tone, it shouldn't be the neighbor across the hall.
"Damn it, 1 billion died, the world is going to hell. If the Gods wanted to save the world, why kill so many people? And grateful? Grateful for your mother, you big idiot."
"Joyful Night advertisement, Location: 2nd floor, whole floor of Lemon Apartment, 142 Nanjiang Road. 7 areas have been connected, the area is super large, and participants have reached 14 people. Friends who want to experience the thrill of surviving disaster, hurry and join us! Ps. Those with conflicting Faiths, please do not enter. We do not accept Birth believers."
"Did Birth eat your family's rice?"
"Upstairs, you can give Birth to one yourself, no need to share a venue..."
"1301, 7 Nanjiang Road, a young lady is by herself, scared."
"Everyone, don't believe it. 1301 is above me. She's banging on the wall all day, she's crazy!"
"Looking for medicine, A-Level and above healing potions. Can trade for a Professional weapon Trial run. Urgent, thank you."
Although many people had died, the chat channel was as chaotic as ever.
Cheng Shi only noticed the message asking for medicine, but since there was no private chat in Faith Game, He could only type on the public screen:
"The one asking for medicine, Nanjiang Road or Muliu Road?"
A flood of chat messages instantly drowned out Cheng Shi's Speech, but He still keenly saw the other party's reply.
"Muliu Road, high floor."
Cheng Shi raised an eyebrow. He was on Muliu Road, on the highest floor.
"Tsk tsk, it couldn't really be across the hall, could it?"
Remembering the neighbor across the hall covered in blood, Cheng Shi walked to the edge of the rooftop and called out from a distance:
"Hey, are you the one asking for medicine?"
A dirty head poked out from the large tent across the way, full of surprise and doubt, and hesitantly replied:
"Buddy, how did you know it was me?"
As expected!
Cheng Shi smiled slightly: "Just guessing. I have A-Level Old Prosperity. How about it?"
The young man named Xie was clearly knowledgeable. He stared at Cheng Shi with wide eyes for a long time, then said seriously:
"You have 2000 points?"
In His understanding, Players below 2000 points wouldn't be willing to trade this kind of medicine to others.
Cheng Shi was indeed reluctant, but He was very interested in the young man's offer to run a dungeon for Him. He currently lacked a handy tool.
This tool was crucial for His next Trial.
Most importantly, His stock of Old Prosperity was still sufficient.
"No, I just happened to pick it up in a Trial."
"..."
Looking at the 93 bottles of potion in His personal space, Cheng Shi recalled the happy time He was matched with "that Da Lao" in a certain Trial.
In that prosperity Trial where they were supposed to protect the pharmacy Boss, they teamed up to kill the Boss early and looted the pharmacy, avoiding the bad situation of the Boss falling into enemy hands, and ended the Trial illogically and illegally.
For this, each teammate had 20 points deducted from their ranking.
But each person got 120 bottles of Old Prosperity.
Tsk, a small loss.
"What do you want? Are you short on weapons?" The young man named Xie was very confused. He said somewhat awkwardly, "I haven't reached 2000 points, so I probably can't get the weapon you want. At most, it can only be A-Level."
Cheng Shi was very puzzled. Running a weapon dungeon, especially for an A-Level weapon, was a very dangerous thing. Since He was injured, why bother Himself instead of recuperating properly?
Even if He healed Himself with medicine, wouldn't He get injured again after the Trial?
Did He have a way to avoid getting injured in the Trial?
"I see your injury isn't serious. Is it really that urgent?"
The young man named Xie pursed His Mouth slightly, saying with a touch of sadness:
"It's Xu Lu, she's not doing well."
"Who?"
Cheng Shi thought for a long time before remembering that a girl named Xu Lu lived in an apartment far down the hall from the young man. Since it was on the side away from Cheng Shi's floor, He had never seen her, only heard people downstairs talking about her from a distance.
According to them, she was a Singer who spoke in a cutesy way.
"You guys..."
"She just agreed to be with me... I can't leave her alone..."
Holy cow, love makes people blind, buddy.
Cheng Shi could tell the young man wasn't lying and was sincere, but the problem was, the person across the hall was definitely not sincere.
If the injury was so severe it needed an A-Level potion to save her life, she would have already died in the time it took to delay, how could she still be asking someone to call for medicine in the channel?
Cheng Shi hesitated for a moment, but still decided to remind Him.
He could tell the other party was very grateful, but still insisted on getting the medicine.
"Thank you. I know how to judge whether a person is good or bad, just as I can tell that you are not a follower of an Evil Gods."
"..."
"Forget it, no need to hide it from you. Actually, she's a Prophet. She foresaw the danger of her next Trial, so she wanted to prepare beforehand."
Cheng Shi froze, blinking in confusion.
A Prophet, a Singer of destiny.
No wonder, so two-faced.
Seeing that He couldn't dissuade the other party, Cheng Shi still threw the medicine over.
The young man caught it, very shocked.
"Aren't you afraid I'll keep your medicine?"
Cheng Shi smiled casually: "I wish you would keep it."
The young man named Xie trembled, grasping the potion bottle tightly, and promised solemnly:
"Thank you! I'll go deliver the medicine first, and then come back to hear about the weapon you need. I will definitely bring it back for you! My name is Xie Yang!"
After speaking, He bowed.
Quite chuunibyou.
Just as Cheng Shi was wondering how to reply, Xie Yang's next action completely stunned Him.
He saw Him hurry to the other side of the rooftop, pick up a fishing rod, hook the potion, and start lowering the line...
"Wait... She agreed to be with you, but didn't open a merged space Trial with you?"
Xie Yang turned around and explained earnestly: "Lu Lu is a sensitive person and isn't ready to open up completely to me yet, but it's okay, I can wait."
"..."
Good heavens, I thought you were a spirited young man, but I didn't expect you to be a mentally ill young man. You can believe this?
Tsk.
Fate, really is a bitch.
Seeing Xie the simp lying on the rooftop delivering medicine downstairs, Cheng Shi clicked His Mouth, turned around, opened other channels, and continued searching for useful information.
[Faith Channel]
"Made a new medicine, Dragon Whip Powder. It can increase the three stats of Warriors, making the front row fierce and strong. It's good, but unfortunately, I can't sell it to you guys. Ah, what a pity."
"Saw a girl I liked in a Trial, she was really pretty. When I asked about her Faith, she was a memory believer. She could describe her ex-boyfriend's story down to the number of times, how disappointing..."
"Speaking of which, our Area chat is full of wailing. Was this Trial really that difficult? I tricked the NPC so badly He didn't recognize His own mother, and cleared it easily."
"Haha, laugh it off, buddy. Just trick us, don't trick yourself too."
"Haven't you noticed that the corners of the mask in your hand are grinning wider? Could it be that the more people die, the wider the mask's smile?"
"I don't know about that. I only know that destiny's dice seem to have more and more sides. Today I encountered a 20-sided one. Holy cow, isn't that a Fate Chosen."
Cheng Shi frowned and looked at the dice in His hand.
The bone-white dice was still six-sided, completely unchanged.
But the strangest thing was, deception's token was clearly a fake smiling mask. What exactly was this dice in His hand?
He really wanted to ask everyone whose mask had turned into dice, but He didn't dare.
The test subjects always die first, He firmly believed this.
Forget it, take it one step at a time.
The Faith channel was full of lies, only the Professional channel was worth looking at.
As soon as He switched over, He saw someone asking a question.
"Seeking advice from all Da Laos, A-Level potion Elixir of the Dead's Disdain, has anyone seen it?"
Cheng Shi was slightly startled, and instantly smiled.
It seemed this was the flat-chested Miss Nangong.
"What is that thing? What are its effects?"
"Sounds like a Death potion, what does it do? Life-sustaining?"
"Currently, 1843 types of A-Level potions have been statistically recorded. Haven't seen this one. What point range did it appear in?"
"Holy cow, Da Lao, you remember that clearly! Are you a memory Da Lao."
"No, I matched into two Trials with generators and computers. It's much easier to record things when you get them, and you can even use the computer to connect to the chat room, it's just that the interface is quite old and takes some time to get used to."
"...That works too?"
"It is indeed life-sustaining. I don't know if the Da Lao who saved us is around. I was saved by a Da Lao and haven't repaid the favor. I wanted to ask what level of medicine is of equivalent value."
The value of A-Level potions also varied. Nangong was clearly remembering Cheng Shi's kindness.
Just as Cheng Shi was about to reply "Meeting is fate," He saw a message pop up in the chat channel.
"I once saw Elixir of the Dead's Disdain, but couldn't find it again for a month after that. Where did the upstairs user see it? In the hands of someone surnamed Cheng?"
Cold sweat suddenly broke out on Cheng Shi's forehead, and He inwardly thought, 'That's gone too far.'
Fortunately, there were too many messages in the chat channel, and this message quickly disappeared like mud in the sea.
After watching for a long time without any follow-up, Cheng Shi slightly relaxed.
If you walk by the river often, you'll eventually get your shoes wet. From now on, this medicine will have to be called by a different name.
Just as He was diligently continuing to read everyone's chat, in a large apartment in another city, a woman lying in a bathtub quietly squeezed the wine glass in her hand.
"Elixir of the Dead's Disdain? Elixir of the Dead's Dislike?
...
Someone surnamed Cheng, how many things do you have that I don't know about?
You couldn't be a follower of Him, could you?
I'll remember you."