Ghost Street

There are few contractors on Ghost Street; most of them seem to have gone to Las Vegas to seek pleasure or adventure in plot worlds. In a secluded intersection, under a dim streetlamp, a contractor sat on the ground with a cloth spread out before them, displaying several items.

Kirk was a bit curious. Fortunately, there were no city management officials in The Space, or this kid would definitely be chased all over the place.

He squatted down to examine the goods. None of the items were particularly special, yet their prices were outrageously high. A light blue rapier with an attack power of 15 was priced at 7,000 survival points. Kirk shook his head and turned to leave.

"Little brother, what do you want?" the seller asked in a hoarse voice.

"Skills." Kirk had already inquired; skill books could drop. He wasn't short on equipment now, but he wanted to further enhance his skills. In the world of The Walking Dead, Throat Cut had left a deep impression on him. However, such advanced skills usually required self-comprehension or instruction from a plot character.

"You want skills? I happen to have one, but it's expensive. How many survival points do you have?"

"Why do you ask?" Kirk became vigilant.

"If you don't have 20,000 survival points, we won't talk." The seller's attitude was very firm. "The Space can notarize it. If The Space says you have it, then you have it."

Kirk thought about it and decided to see what treasures this seller had that were worth 20,000 survival points. Although prices in Las Vegas were high, a normal Basic Small Arms Mastery only sold for 2,000 survival points and 2 skill potential points.

After The Space gave an affirmative answer, the seller took out a crumpled, blood-stained skill scroll. Kirk took it and his heart began to race.

[Basic Weapon Dual Wield Mastery] Level 3: Special Advanced Skill. Passive Skill. Allows the contractor to wield weapons in both hands, reducing the corresponding weapon dual-wielding penalty and improving dual-wielding effects.

Level 1 effect: Allows the contractor to dual-wield weapons, with a 50% reduction in attack speed.

Level 2 effect: 40% reduction in attack speed.

Level 3 effect: 30% reduction in attack speed, allows weapon blocking (requires mastery of related skills).

Currently, Kirk's main weapon slot was [Mori's Hand-Cutting Blade], and his off-hand slot was [Michonne's Sorrow]. Although he could equip both, he couldn't use them simultaneously in combat. If he had to use them together, he could only stab with [Mori's Hand-Cutting Blade] first, then slash with [Michonne's Sorrow]. The time it took to switch weapons was enough for an opponent to kill him three times.

If he mastered this powerful skill, he wouldn't have to endure the huge penalty of weapon dual-wielding. Kirk imagined himself with the light green weapon [Mori's Hand-Cutting Blade] in his left hand and the deep blue weapon [Michonne's Sorrow] in his right, like a whirlwind of death, charging into the enemy ranks, slaughtering them, blood splashing, and heads rolling.

After fantasizing for a moment with drool, he sneered, "You want to sell this thing for 20,000? I can consider 2,000."

The seller let out a cold laugh, put away the scroll, and ignored Kirk.

The first negotiation failed. Kirk wasn't discouraged. Although he was an otaku, he had seen his mother bargain when shopping. He also let out a cold laugh, paced, and slowly wandered off to other places.

When buying things, one must have patience. If the other party thinks you desperately need something, how can they not ask for an exorbitant price? Kirk would rather not have the skill than be ripped off. Besides, 20,000 points was all the survival points he had. The price was too high, so it was better to wait for another time. As long as he was alive, there would always be opportunities.

"You're a newbie, aren't you?" the seller finally spoke, with a cold laugh.

"Yeah, I'm a newbie, just entered The Space." Kirk wasn't in a hurry. He decided to mix truth with lies; this way, it wouldn't arouse suspicion.

"Only a newbie would talk nonsense about this. A special advanced skill, passive, and at level 3 right from the start, and you dare to offer 2,000? You must be in your first day here."

"Since it can sell for a high price, find someone else. I'm not forcing you to buy." Kirk also patiently started to bargain.

"Do you know how rare this is in The Space? The last time a Level 2 [Weapon Dual Wielding] sold at auction for the exorbitant price of 20,000 survival points and 5 Base Attribute Points."

"Bullshit!" Kirk didn't believe it at all. Only when the other party brought out a laptop and played a video of the auction did Kirk fall silent. However, he quickly found another topic: "If that's the case, why didn't you put it up for auction? This is Ghost Street; you definitely won't get that price here."

The seller sighed, "Do you think I'm willing to waste my breath on you? But the auction was held yesterday, and the next one isn't for another seven days. Our team just wiped out, and we have to enter a plot world tomorrow... Damn it, are you going to buy it or not?"

Kirk was somewhat skeptical. Seeing that he had accidentally let slip some information, the seller decided to tell him everything. It turned out that in the last world, their team of 12 contractors had entered Merlin Legend. As an epic legend of medieval England, coupled with the large number of team members, Merlin Legend's difficulty reached B+. Unable to complete the main quest, they decided to hunt down one of King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table to recoup their losses and retreat. They succeeded, at the cost of two lives, killing a Knight of the Round Table who wielded two weapons. This scroll dropped as a major item. However, their hunt alerted Lancelot, the leader of the Knights of the Round Table. Only 3 of these unlucky kids managed to escape. Now they needed to sell the item to recover their costs.

Kirk was half-believing. In any case, he wouldn't buy it if it was too expensive. After another round of verbal sparring, the seller finally sighed. He had been waiting here for a full 5 days. Initially, he was full of confidence, planning to sell it for a high price of 30,000 survival points and 10 skill potential points to recoup the losses from his team's wipeout, even missing the auction. But with the next plot world looming, this scroll just wouldn't sell, and no one was even interested. He finally realized the huge gap between his ideals and reality.

If he could survive the next world and make it to the auction, he was confident he could sell it for a high price.

But in the next cruel plot world, who the hell knew what bad luck he'd encounter? Without survival points now, there would be no supplies. Would he even survive long enough to make it to the auction?

Even if it was cheap, he had to accept his fate. Living was more important than anything.

After a round of bargaining, Kirk exchanged 13,000 survival points + 2 white keys for the [Basic Weapon Dual Wield Mastery].

He quickly used the scroll, and countless valiant figures appeared in his mind, wielding weapons in both hands, swords and sabers, dancing and slashing, creating a whirlwind of death among the enemy ranks.

[Basic Weapon Dual Wield Mastery]: Level 3 effect: 30% reduction in attack speed, allows weapon blocking (requires mastery of related skills to activate).

Since Kirk had already increased his attack speed by 30%, which offset the skill's penalty, the two deadly weapons from The Walking Dead were no longer subject to any penalties, allowing him to unleash the high burst damage of dual-wielding to his heart's content.

Now, Kirk only had 7,000 survival points left. He walked into the casino and took out his remaining white keys, throwing them into the casino as stakes for contractor duels. Whoever bid higher would get them. As it turned out, there really were gamblers who were addicted to gambling, not even letting go of the white keys with their incredibly low drop rate, managing to sell them for 2,000 points.

Here, the long-lost Little Fatty appeared before Kirk's eyes. This kid was actually surrounded by women in the casino, a busty blonde beauty and a tall Eastern beauty, both of whom he was teasing and flirting with unrestrainedly. They giggled as they caught the chips Little Fatty stuffed into them with their deep cleavage. Looking further, Little Fatty held a poker hand and threw it down, laughing heartily as he raked in the chips on the table, all while not missing an opportunity to pinch the blonde beauty's plump, round, and perky butt.

"What the hell, this works? This kid can even gamble?" Kirk was truly dumbfounded. He had never thought Little Fatty's Intelligence stat could be that high. According to Little Fatty's own boasts, he never lacked energy points. Kirk guessed that Little Fatty couldn't use any skills that required energy points.

Seeing Little Fatty's glorious appearance, Kirk suddenly felt indignant. This kid was being ungrateful. Why was he having so much fun without sharing some of it with his big brother? Just as he was about to walk over, he saw the opponent shout, "This fatty is cheating! What a flush! Beat him!"

Little Fatty laughed, calmly saying, "Kid, do you think I'm that kind of person! Look closely, it's a flush..."

Little Fatty didn't finish before a deck of cards was thrown in his face. "These cards are from the table opposite! They're marked! You pighead! Trying to play dirty with me!"

Little Fatty's eyes darted around. Kirk sensed trouble and was about to slip away when Little Fatty spotted him. He shouted, "Big brother! Come quick! Someone's a cheat! Big brother, you be my justice..."

Kirk shouted as he ran, "Who's your big brother! Don't follow me..."

Little Fatty and Kirk walked down the road with swollen faces. Kirk asked, "How did you get into Las Vegas?"

Little Fatty said proudly, "This fatty... no, this little brother, has followed you, big brother, for one world. I still have 10,000 points."

"You seemed to have won quite a bit just now?" Kirk asked with a half-smile.

"Don't..." Little Fatty panicked, his face contorted in a grimace. "I just have quick hands. I rely on stealing cards. I lost a lot without stealing cards. The only hand you saw was the one you saw, big brother."

Kirk became curious. This Little Fatty looked honest and slow, yet he had such dexterity? Little Fatty, being straightforward, recounted his peculiar encounter.

It turned out that Little Fatty was also drawn into this Las Vegas, and he was immediately excited. Think about it: a greedy and lustful otaku arriving in this paradise on earth, wouldn't he indulge himself to his heart's content? Gambling served as a prelude to lust, so the excited Little Fatty rushed into the casino as his first stop!

Then, without any suspense, Little Fatty covered his face, was stripped naked, and thrown out of the casino.

Fortunately, there's always a way out. Outside the casino, Little Fatty actually met a celestial, benevolent old Daoist priest. For the 5000 survival points Little Fatty had left, he traded for a mutated advanced skill scroll [God's Hand]!

Little Fatty spoke animatedly, like a unlucky kid on the street who traded an apple for a copy of Great Strength Tathagata Divine Palm.

Speaking of which, a burst of shouting came from the brothel ahead. An old Daoist priest was stripped completely naked and inhumanely thrown out. It seemed he couldn't pay the bill, leading to a bloody incident. The old Daoist priest patted his butt, cursed a couple of times, and then left dejectedly.

Seeing Little Fatty's vivid expression, Kirk couldn't bear it. This unlucky kid was now left with nothing but his [Huang Rong's Soft Armor]. Besides learning [God's Hand], he hadn't strengthened anything. His next world would be difficult.

"Open the skill description, let me see," Kirk sighed.

Little Fatty knew he had caused trouble again and honestly opened the skill description. Kirk's face turned green as he read.

[God's Hand]

[Grade] Special Advanced Skill

[Level] Level 1

[Description] This skill comes from a great player. He conquered the world football scene with his feet but conquered history with his hands. This fully illustrates that the most brilliant thief doesn't necessarily need agility, but rather the ability to seize opportunities, plus a bit of luck, and what you desire will be yours.

[Effect] At the cost of 10 Energy, for love and justice, steal!

[A line of extremely lewd small print] The success rate of this skill is not determined by Agility, but by Luck. Whether you succeed or have your hand cut off depends on whether God favors you.

To have such a bizarre skill, Little Fatty is truly a talent.

But!

But, what use is God's Hand for a tank MT who relies on 75% faster HP recovery to eat damage (Little Fatty: Who said I'm a tank who eats damage? I'll say it again, Fatty is Little Ma-ge + Bond!)?

Could it be that he's supposed to take hits while stealing the opponent's equipment, making it disappear at a visible speed, stripping them naked, and crushing their spirit?