pjbooks Chapter 147 We Don't Want to Be a Burden
Chapter 147 We Don't Want to Be a Burden
Jiangcheng, Tianxing Guild, Targeted Dungeon #7.
[E-3 Tier Dungeon: Abandoned Steel Mill]
A fierce wind howled.
A three-meter-tall "steel vengeful spirit" swung its rusted mechanical arm and smashed it towards the sturdy figure in front of it.
thump—
The ear-piercing sound of metal clanging tore through the entire factory.
Wang Fugui's legs were firmly planted on the ground, and the tower shield shone with a thick, earthy yellow light.
The immense force struck, and the concrete ground beneath his feet instantly cracked like a spiderweb. He was pushed backward and slid several meters, carving out two deep furrows.
The immense impact left his arms numb and his thumbs almost split open.
He gritted his teeth to keep the tower shield from slipping from his grasp.
That honest face now only showed a beastly ferocity.
It's now!
The old power of the steel vengeful spirit has been exhausted, and new power has yet to be generated.
A clear, crisp female voice rang out.
Dozens of dark green vines shot out from the shadows around the factory, precisely binding the vengeful spirit's ankles, knees, elbows, and all its vulnerable joints!
【Bloodthirsty Poison Girl】!
The vines are now much tougher than before, and their surface even has a strange metallic sheen.
The massive body of the steel vengeful spirit suddenly stiffened.
Operation thwarted!
"die!"
Seizing the fleeting opportunity, Wang Fugui roared as he withdrew his shield, twisted his body, and slammed his shoulder into the vengeful spirit's chest.
[Shield Warrior Class Skill: Savage Charge]!
He poured all his strength, anger, and resentment into that bull-like charge.
The metal shell on the steel vengeful spirit's chest groaned under the strain, and it staggered backward as it was struck.
But this is only the beginning.
The vines that were binding its joints suddenly burst open, transforming into ferocious maws covered with fine, sharp teeth, frantically gnawing at the energy lines inside!
sizzle-
Amidst the pungent smell of burning, blue sparks flashed.
The massive body of the steel vengeful spirit trembled violently before finally collapsing to its knees and turning into a pile of scrap metal.
huh... huh...
Wang Fugui plopped down on the ground, his chest heaving violently.
His combat uniform was already torn, and several new, deep wounds that exposed bone were added to his skin, interspersed with old scars, a shocking sight.
"Xiaoyu, you..."
He caught his breath and immediately looked at the girl not far away.
"I'm fine."
Lin Xiaoyu's face was pale, and her forehead was covered in sweat.
Simultaneously manipulating so many vines to perform precise strangulation is a huge test of her mental strength.
She shook her head, walked to Wang Fugui's side, took out herbs and bandages, squatted down, and skillfully treated his wounds.
Her movements were very light, and her eyes were focused and silent.
Since leaving the goblin mine, she has stopped stuttering and rarely cries anymore.
"Brother Fugui, you have more injuries now."
Her voice was very low.
"Hey, what kind of man is he if he doesn't have some scars?"
Wang Fugui tried to smile, but the movement aggravated his wound, causing his expression to contort.
"Besides, I'm tough and thick-skinned; I'm meant to take a beating. Isn't that my value?"
As he spoke, the smile on his face slowly faded.
His eyes also dimmed.
value……
For the past week or so, the two of them have been acting like they've gone mad.
He used the huge sum of money left by Chen Yifan to spend all his time on the game.
I've progressed from the lowest F-rank to the current E-3-rank, which requires a team to challenge.
Day and night.
The equipment was changed one set after another.
The wounds on my body keep healing only to be replaced by new ones.
They were like two wind-up mad dogs, frantically squeezing every last bit of their potential.
To outsiders, they are the most popular "rising stars" in Jiangcheng recently.
It is a prime example of a loser turning their life around.
In just one week, my level soared to 25, and I completed the job change.
But only they themselves know the anxiety and resentment that gnawed at their hearts.
"Xiaoyu, you said..."
Wang Fugui looked at Lin Xiaoyu bandaging his hand, his voice muffled.
"Are we...too weak?"
Lin Xiaoyu stopped moving.
"Compared to Brother Fan," Wang Fugui's voice was tinged with helplessness, "it seems we can only ever follow in his footsteps."
"He has arranged everything; we just need to follow his instructions."
"He earned the money, he gathered the intelligence, and he dealt with the most dangerous enemies all by himself."
"And us? I'm the fucking tank, and you're just a support."
"It sounds nice, it's called 'Sword and Shield,' it's called 'Backup.'"
"But what if one day Brother Fan's 'sword' can no longer cut through the enemy? How many blows can my shattered shield withstand?"
He slammed his fist into the ground, instantly scraping his knuckles until they bled profusely.
"I'm not reconciled!"
"I don't want to only ever see Fan Ge's back every time!"
"We don't want him to be in danger, but there's nothing we can do but worry helplessly!"
"I don't want to be a burden anymore!"
He practically shouted the last sentence.
Lin Xiaoyu lowered her head and remained silent.
Yes.
She thought the same thing.
Chen Yifan was the light that shone into her dark world, the god who pulled her out of the mud.
She wanted to stand by his side.
It is not intended to be protected.
Rather, they were his comrades-in-arms.
She wanted the vines she controlled to tear apart all enemies for him, not just to swagger around in low-level dungeons.
But she knew even better that this power was far too fragile in the world that Fan Ge was about to face.
Just like this time, Fan Ge left alone for more than a week.
Where to go, what to do, who to face...
They knew nothing.
It's not that Brother Fan doesn't trust them.
They... weren't qualified to get involved.
That feeling of being excluded and powerless was like a dull knife, repeatedly cutting into the hearts of the two people.
"Brother Fan said..."
Lin Xiaoyu finally spoke, her voice still trembling slightly, yet incredibly clear.
"We should both apply to Wuhan University."
Wang Fugui was suddenly startled.
Wuhan University.
One of the top professional training institutions in the Dragon Kingdom.
It is a place that gathers the most extraordinary geniuses in the entire country, possesses the best resources, and has the most powerful mentors.
That was a place they never dared to dream of before.
"Yes... Wuhan University!"
Wang Fugui's eyes were instantly ignited, as if he had seen a spark igniting a prairie fire in the endless darkness.
"What Brother Fan means is that we should go there with him to get stronger! Not like we are now, randomly grinding dungeons like two headless flies!"
Running dungeons only increases your level and equipment.
But true masters need systematic instruction, a broadened perspective, and rigorous training in combat skills!
Chen Yifan had already pointed them in the right direction.
It was only after reality slapped them hard that they truly understood the profound meaning of that sentence.
That wasn't just a casual agreement.
That is the path to power!
A road that will allow them to catch up with that figure!
"Walk!"
Wang Fugui suddenly sprang up from the ground, as if the wounds on his body no longer hurt.
He pulled Lin Xiaoyu up, his eyes filled with a resolute determination.
"Where are we going?" Lin Xiaoyu was startled by him.
"【Hell's Corridor】!"
[Rank E - Nightmare Difficulty: Hell Corridor]
The mortality rate exceeds 50%.
Lin Xiaoyu's body trembled slightly.
But she nodded vigorously without the slightest hesitation.
"it is good."
The two looked at each other and saw the same flame in each other's eyes.
Unwilling to be merely a vine and shield protected by him.
Then it will become the thorns and walls that shelter him from the wind and rain.
From this moment on, embark on the most difficult, yet most correct, path.
Now, the first step.
I got into Wuhan University!