Abuse, it had to be abuse.
As someone had said, only angst stories were real; feel-good stories were all too fake.
Wenren Sheng had another major goal: to elevate his world and turn the false into the real.
That required World Reality Value.
Where could this thing come from? Only from the real world.
Humans in the real world had many advantages, but they were still in a state of ignorant confusion.
Their technology could not even properly explore another planet, much less other worlds.
Wenren Sheng thought it over and decided to visit a few classic scenarios to see just how much World Reality Value had been obtained.
He himself had declared and defined this variable.
Whether it could actually be acquired would still depend on the results of practice.
This was a game scenario.
Hua Gang, Pan Yisheng, and Director were teaming up with a Great Savage Team to farm a BOSS.
"Tank, hold aggro. Archers, get into position. Priests, heal. Mages, deal damage..." Director was directing the battle.
A BOSS as huge as a mountain was stomping about.
A string of ants beneath its feet was concentrating their fire on it.
Damage numbers floated over the mountain one after another.
"-2234!"
"-333!"
"-3444!"
"-8!"
"-71!"
"Whose damage is that low?" Director cursed. "Leecher, get lost!"
No one answered. Every one of them was shooting, healing, and refreshing BUFFs with all their might.
That was how pickup teams were.
You never knew how many leechers would show up in a random party.
Besides, this BOSS required hundreds of people to take down.
Director had no way of telling who it was for the moment. Damage numbers did not display names or IDs after them.
"Bang!"
The BOSS's first berserk phase arrived.
The tanks dropped like flies.
"Get