Opening his eyes, Lu Mingfei looked at the pure white space above his head.

This is hell, the hell of death.

The death in his mind was vivid, and Lu Mingfei seemed to feel that the deep sea was swallowing him up again.

But all this is just an illusion, the remaining traces of the so-called death memory.

"..."

"You are sober and keep your emotions to yourself. It's a good idea. I don't object to you killing me."

According to your knowledge, killing me will have no effect on me.

"What is the next [training]?" Lu Mingfei was neither happy nor sad.

He understood one thing - shouting and killing the system was meaningless.

If you want to kill the system, you need to be strong enough.

Before his claws were sharp enough, Lu Mingfei knew that he needed to "endure" and sharpen his sword to be sharp enough to pierce the life of the system.

"Very good, then the next step is the 81st floor of the dungeon."

The system, or Bai Mo's voice, fell, and the world in front of Lu Mingfei seemed to have lost its original color. The pure white and azure blue melted away one by one, returning to its true appearance.

This is the original cell, and in his hand is an iron sword.

The faint light from the oil lamp illuminated the place. The moss on the wall was dripping with dirty water drops. On the ground nearby were several rotting corpses that had dried up into mummies.

Following the burning oil lamps hanging on the wall, Lu Mingfei looked outside the rusty iron gate.

There were more than a dozen fallen corpses in the corridor, all stabbed with swords and knives, like hedgehogs. The fishy smell of blood indicated that they had not been dead for long.

These corpses were all zombies, and they caused Lu Mingfei to die several times in the beginning.

However, these memories have almost been forgotten, and Lu Mingfei no longer remembers how he died.

Chests cut open, hearts stabbed, throats slit...

Maybe it happened, but Lu Mingfei didn't remember the content.

"To clear the dungeon, you need to kill the boss of the 81st dungeon."

When the voice ended, the zombie in front of Lu Mingfei stood up shakily.

Wearing tattered armor, the zombie rushed towards Lu Mingfei with its fangs and claws bared.

too slow.

Lu Mingfei was somewhat doubtful as to why he was killed by these zombies at that time. They were obviously so slow and posed no threat at all. As long as he kept his eyes on the trajectory of every movement of the zombies, he could determine their attack route through the depiction in his mind and then kill them.

"How...did I die at that time?" Lu Mingfei held the iron sword and felt its vibration in his palm.

With a slight shake, the sword blade cut through the air, and amidst the resistance, it was hit by the zombie's throat.

It looks very funny, or hilarious.

Lu Mingfei was swinging a wooden stick like a child, without any logic or pattern. The zombies were like idiots, bumping into Lu Mingfei's sword stupidly, cutting a huge hole in it, and staggering against each other.

From the beginning to the end, the total time was seventeen seconds, and the zombies on the first layer were completely chopped into hundreds of pieces by Lu Mingfei.

"Sword." Lu Mingfei leaned against the wall, reached out to touch the sword blade, and wiped the black blood off it.

When he calmed down, Lu Mingfei's fingers felt like cold ice in all this.

It feels hard and has average hardness, just like an ordinary iron sword.

But for some reason, Lu Mingfei seemed to be able to feel it breathing, and the sword made the sound of a musical instrument when struck by his fingers.

The sound of bells? The death song of the bells.

None of it matters. None of it matters.

Lu Mingfei stood up, holding the sword in his hand, and pushed open the cell in front of him with his other free hand, then stepped on the creaking steel and walked into the corridor. The dark and deep oil lamp illuminated the corridor, and the only sound in the silent environment was the heavy lingering sound of Lu Mingfei's footsteps.

The sound was extremely strange, and it was not something that could be made by an animal like humans. Instead, it sounded like the pads on the feet of hunting beasts absorbing the sound of the ground hitting the ground.

"The second sword." Lu Mingfei stepped forward and picked up the dagger on the ground.

Unlike the iron sword that was about one meter long, it was very small. The fractures on it showed that it had experienced a large number of wars and the weapons had broken in collisions.

"stairs."

Lu Mingfei raised his head and looked at the stairs at the corner in front of him. He heard the sound of something colliding, like some bones.

Click, click...

"The second level monster." With a solemn look in his eyes, Lu Mingfei entered the state unconsciously. His whole body became a whole, his five senses were replaced by intuition, and his body was fully adjusted during his breathing.

After taking a step, Lu Mingfei moved two meters forward almost instantly, and then repeated it continuously.

There was no sound at all, not even the slightest sound of wind caused by his high speed.

Walking up the stairs, Lu Mingfei took a quick glance and identified the enemy in front of him.

There are seven skeleton monsters in total. The number of these skeleton monsters is scattered. Except for two that are moving, the remaining five stand still, looking ahead.

After calculating the fan-shaped area, Lu Mingfei looked up at the sky.

Although I don't understand how they did it, the space here is not a narrow corridor with zombies and corridors, but a square.

Lu Mingfei was thinking about the scattered piles of stones, and the moving speed of the skeletons around him was taken into his mind.

A battle plan was formulated.

And before that… there’s testing.

Lu Mingfei returned to the original floor, picked up a zombie, and threw it at the nearest skeleton monster in front of him...

"This kind of combat thinking is growing really fast." Bai Mo looked at Lu Mingfei's fangs.

Test your enemies, think about how to use the environment in your mind, roam around to conserve your energy, and then kill them with one blow!
Lu Mingfei is like an assassin, or a bullet loaded into a magazine. He only releases it when he can kill the enemy, and sends it to the position where he will definitely kill.

"This sudden change in style is really amazing."

What is the original Lu Mingfei like?

Good bastard, rotten dirt, just eating and waiting to die.

Now he is tough, decisive and ruthless.

Lu Mingfei is fully committed to killing you, waiting for the moment to come and kill you without hesitation.

"He doesn't need to learn any more skills. He can definitely clear the eighty-first floor of the dungeon this time."

So, how should we choose for future growth?
Bai Mo fell into deep thought.

His character has been corrected, and there are many possibilities for Lu Mingfei's growth.

You can choose to grow into a sword master, the pinnacle of strength, a sword master who cuts through mountains and seas with his sword.

You can also choose to become the new king, manipulate authority, harness the elements, and become the new king by relying on your mastery and understanding of the elements. Words are orders, and prayers are the finale.

You can also choose to do as you are now, struggling to survive through the repeated deaths, transforming again and again, taking off the old tire and welcoming a new life.

The end of humanity and the beginning of divinity.

Besides these, Lu Mingfei has other options. Now that his character has been corrected, he can become many "strong men".

"I'm a little confused about the choice." Bai Mo rubbed his cheek and snapped his fingers.

Let’s see what kind of monster Lu Mingfei would become if he made different choices.

Just do it if you want to. Bai Mo took a step forward, traveled on the timeline, and came to the future shown by another time and space axis. (End of this chapter)