Inside the game world of the main island, player matchmaking mode.
Ging was sitting cross-legged on a hilltop next to a river, looking down at the surrounding environment from a high vantage point.
Right now, he was teaming up with a few mafia members, and fighting against the enemy's five people.
His appearance had changed. He had used a card to choose the jungle position hero, Graves, the Outlaw.
He was holding a shotgun with a very tough outline, and wearing clothes that didn't match him at all. This was just a change in appearance. The player's experience didn't have any uncomfortable or unaccustomed feelings... There was no effect on his limbs and actions.
However, after entering the game, he found that his ability had been completely suppressed, almost sealed. It was the effect of a game rule...
All players in the red and blue camps were like this. They needed to constantly become stronger through growth in the game.
To get experience points and purchase equipment, etc., and then push down the enemy's base crystal...
This gameplay was very interesting.
Most importantly, the five people in the same group could also have mental communication... No matter how far apart they were.
The ID name and level were floating above his head. He was currently level 3.
In the distance, on the wide road where the two armies' minions were fighting, his teammates were fighting with one person from the enemy.
However, because they weren't too familiar with the hero's skills, the two people's battle seemed very clumsy, and also comical in Ging's eyes.
What he was approaching was the middle lane, judging from the map display.
The other party's jungle position, on the other hand, had appeared in the top lane, 2v1.
The situation wasn't optimistic.
This caused Ging's brain to be filled with the top lane's friendly teammate constantly cursing, and wondering what he was doing.
"Sigh..."
Ging sighed lightly, and intentionally blocked out his teammate's greetings.
The mafia people all had violent tempers... He had promised that he could help these four people win the game before they had agreed to team up with him.
In Ging's opinion, the enemy's jungle hero's thinking was completely wrong... It was obvious that the resources in this bag game were limited.
The word 'jungle' had already revealed some information. Moreover, judging from the level-up mechanism, the best way to level up quickly was to rationally allocate resources, and shorten the time it took for the advantage to come.
What the jungle position hero had to do was to clean up the monsters that were similar to magical beasts in these mountains.
In this way, the terrain created by the game would be more reasonable. Otherwise... There was no need to create these areas.
These mafia Nen ability users were just messing around...
Very interesting!
Ging gave his evaluation not long after entering the game.
Although this game mode was very simple, it was very fun... What was being compared was the minds and operating strategies of both teams, as well as teamwork and other aspects. It also tested individual thinking.
Moreover, these hero characters, as well as the terrifying creatures in the wild... Were all very unique.
This was something that ordinary people couldn't think of.
All of this stemmed from Oboro's creativity alone.
It made him have to look at him with new eyes.
You had to know that even many of the game content of Greed Island wasn't handled by Ging alone. The other partners had also participated in it, and had given a lot of suggestions... From this point of view, he was actually slightly inferior to Oboro.
"However..."
Ging quickly ran down from the hilltop, raised the muzzle of his gun, and pulled the trigger at a few Razorwings that were entrenched at the foot of the mountain, causing the few huge raptors to pounce at him instantly.
Ging turned around and ran, distanced himself, and aimed while shooting... At the same time, his brain even had the energy to consider other things.
Oboro...
He had gone to Whale Island a few years ago, which showed that he had known of his existence a long time ago.
At that time, Oboro had probably not entered the Association yet.
Based on this point, how did he know about him?
Was Oboro's purpose in entering the Association, besides the old man and a few others, also including him?
Ging didn't believe that Oboro had no thoughts, and had gone to Whale Island unintentionally.
The Chairman, Biscuit, Pariston...
Ging flipped over and dodged a shadow that was swooping down from the sky, and narrowed his eyes.
He accurately timed it, and used the hero skill End of the Line, which was the Gunner's Q skill. An even more turbulent fireworks spurted out of the barrel, making a loud sound. It left a trail of burn marks on the spot, and the buckshot quickly bounced back the way it had come, causing secondary damage.
"Oh? There's also a slowing effect..."
Ging discovered that the Razorwings that had been hit were screaming, and their movements had become stiff. He couldn't help but feel excited.
He felt happy...
The details of this game were also well done.
Various abilities had additional effects... He needed to become thoroughly familiar with them.
Immediately after, he continued to analyze.
Netero had vaguely said that... Oboro had aroused Pariston's interest, but the old man hadn't indicated who was better.
For the Chairman, what he preferred was to watch the show.
To watch the fun from the side, without getting involved.
At least, judging from the few years that Oboro had been in the Association... Pariston hadn't succeeded.
The method that Oboro had chosen was the same as his, which was to ignore him.
And to stay away...
This was an extremely clever decision. Ging himself had also done this.
He had always treated Pariston as air...
Ging felt that it was troublesome... And he thought that Oboro was more disdainful.
If they fought, the old man wouldn't interfere under normal circumstances, unless it became serious.
It was also because of Netero that the two sides couldn't really 'fight to the end', so... It was better not to choose to enter the game from the beginning, and not do what Pariston wanted.
That guy wanted someone to fight with him... The more he was hated, the happier he was.
Pariston liked to destroy everything that seemed beautiful.
What was beautiful?
The peace within the Association, talented people with a bright future, beautiful appearances, excellent personalities, etc., in various aspects.
As long as it was something that he recognized as good, Pariston wanted to destroy it.
Furthermore, the Chairman had also mentioned that... Even Biscuit couldn't handle Oboro, and would often sulk.
Combining all of the above, Ging came to a conclusion, which was that Oboro... Was very familiar with them.
The fact that he had appeared on Hero Island, and had ultimately agreed to make a deal with Oboro, all of this seemed to be within the latter's expectations.
It was precisely because he knew his personality.
"Perhaps... From a very early time, he had already understood some of the important characters in the Association. Earlier than everyone imagined. And one thing can be confirmed, he couldn't have done all of this by simply using the mafia...
Moreover, in terms of his attainment of Nen, he had already revealed a clue when he first met Biscuit at the Heavens Arena, and had an unparalleled level."
After solving a group of Razorwings, a golden light rose from his body, and felt warm.
Ging leveled up to 4.
Looking at the number of gold coins jumping in the player's personal interface...
A word appeared in his heart.
Omniscient and omnipotent.
Ging was very calm. He didn't feel shocked because of the results he had analyzed.
Although it was absurd, it wasn't completely without credibility.
There was also one point that could explain it... Which was Oboro's understanding of the Dark Continent. The latter had definitely not been there.
Some secrets, even he had only learned many years after entering the Association.
"He started planning a long time ago, and every step he takes is predictable... This game is also the same. The player agreement is a contract. All of the plans stem from your personal will, and there are no hidden people or forces behind it... So, where does your omniscience and omnipotence come from?"
"That land?"
Ging raised his head to look at the sky, and muttered to himself.
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