This Is What You Call a Spell Machine Gun!

Origin Internet Cafe.

The atmosphere inside the shop was buzzing, but from the private room area where Huo Yuhao's group of three sat, a shriek filled with disgust and despair suddenly rang out.

"Ahhh! I can't take it anymore! I'm not playing! It's disgusting!!"

Wang Dong took off his helmet, his delicate, handsome face utterly pale, as though he had just crawled out of a garbage dump. In a panic, he grabbed some wet wipes from the table and frantically wiped his fingers, which had not touched anything at all, while muttering nonstop.

"That draugr... that draugr's guts were spilling out! And that huge spider actually spat on my face! It was sticky and green... blegh!"

Even in real life, Wang Dong had a rather severe obsession with cleanliness. And as a realistic masterpiece, The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim had exceptionally lifelike physics and execution animations.

Just now, the character Wang Dong controlled had been wielding a one-handed axe and triggered a decapitation execution animation. The sight of blood spraying everywhere delivered a direct mental critical hit to the pampered young master of the Clear Sky Sect.

"Why does fighting monsters feel so weak?!" Wang Dong said indignantly. "Boss! Do you have any powerful spells? The kind where I can stand far away, not get any blood on me, and still look cool with flashy effects?"

Lu Yuan, sitting behind the counter, pointed at the map in the upper-right corner of the screen without even looking up. "Head north. The College of Winterhold is there, the sacred land of mages. All you need to do is move your fingers, and you can reduce enemies to ashes with the power of the elements."

Wang Dong's eyes instantly lit up. Though soul masters on the Douluo Continent were also divided into different types, assault-type soul masters like him still had to fly over and fight people up close. The idea of reducing enemies to ashes with a flick of his fingers sounded perfectly suited to the noble temperament of his Radiant Goddess Butterfly!

In the game, northern Skyrim, Winterhold.

After Wang Dong's character went through countless hardships and finally arrived at the magnificent academy perched atop steep cliffs and blanketed in snow all year round, he was deeply awed.

A massive stone bridge connected to the isolated academy. Far below, the sea roared within the bottomless abyss. There was no smell of blood in the air, only restless particles of magical energy. Everyone here wore flowing robes, with mysterious blue light or flames flickering in their hands.

"This is where I belong!" Wang Dong excitedly guided his character onto the stone bridge.

At the entrance, a High Elf sorceress named Faralda stopped him.

"To enter the college, you must prove your talent," Faralda said proudly. "Cast a Fear spell for me."

Wang Dong clumsily opened the magic menu and spent the gold he had earned scavenging junk to learn the spell. He cast it at the magic circle on the ground.

A ball of red light shot from his palm.

"Very good." Faralda nodded and activated the magical well behind her. "Welcome to Winterhold, apprentice."

As he entered the academy hall, Wang Dong felt as though the door to a new world had opened before him.

There were no restrictions from soul rings here, no constraints from martial souls. As long as you had magicka and had learned the spell tome, you could cast elemental magic of all forms through both hands.

Wang Dong eagerly found Tolfdir, the master of the Destruction school, and spent all his savings to buy several basic spell tomes.

[Fireball]: Launches an explosive fireball.

[Lightning Bolt]: Fires a precise bolt of lightning.

[Ice Storm]: Releases a slowly advancing storm of extreme cold.

"Let my path of destruction begin!"

Wang Dong accepted his first clearing quest and arrived at a bandit camp near the academy.

At first, Wang Dong still fought according to a soul master's habits.

"First soul skill... no, Fireball!" He threw out a small fireball, then threw another.

The bandit charged at him with a shield raised and slashed him with a sword.

"Ah! Don't come closer!" Wang Dong screamed as he retreated and cast spells wildly. His magicka was instantly drained, leaving him no choice but to brawl with the bandit using a small dagger. The scene became incredibly awkward.

Huo Yuhao's calm voice came through the headset. "Wang Dong, have you noticed that you have two hands in this game?"

"Obviously! Of course I have two hands!" Wang Dong snapped.

"Then why are you only casting with one hand?" Huo Yuhao prompted. "Look under the Destruction skill tree. There's a perk called—Dual Casting."

Wang Dong froze, then hurriedly opened the skill tree.

[Dual Casting]: When both hands equip the same spell and cast it simultaneously, the spells merge into one, greatly increasing their power.

Above that perk was an even more outrageous core perk—

[Dual-Hand Impact]: Destruction spells cast with Dual Casting will always stagger enemies.

"Always... stagger?" Though Wang Dong did not fully understand gaming terminology, he understood what "making the enemy unable to move" meant.

He quickly spent his level-up points to unlock both perks, then equipped [Fireball] in both his left and right hands.

"Let's try that again!" Facing the bandit leader charging at him while waving a two-handed warhammer, Wang Dong took a deep breath and stopped running.

The fire elements in both his hands instantly gathered before his chest. Rather than forming two small fireballs like before, they fused into a blazing explosive flame even bigger than his head!

"Get back, you bastard!!"

Boom!!!

The massive fireball struck the bandit leader squarely in the chest with a terrifying howl. The bandit leader's two-hundred-pound body looked as though it had been hit head-on by a truck. He suddenly arched backward, both feet leaving the ground, and let out a scream as he was sent staggering violently backward!

Before he could regain his footing, Wang Dong cast again.

A second massive fireball followed immediately after. The bandit leader was blasted backward once more, unable even to raise his warhammer.

"Hahahaha! Move! Go on, move!" Wang Dong burst out laughing in real life, his eyes gleaming with an excited light known as sadism.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

On the screen, the once-arrogant bandit leader had become like a pitiful ball. Every time he tried to raise his head, a massive fireball smashed into his face. Every time he tried to lift his weapon, the tremendous impact sent him reeling backward.

From the entrance of the camp all the way to the edge of the cliff, he had no ability to fight back at all!

This was the most shameless way for mages to fight in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim—permanent stagger!

"This feels way too good?!" Wang Dong watched as the bandit was finally blasted off the cliff, feeling every pore in his body open up.

The feeling of not needing to dodge or maneuver, of simply standing still and unleashing a wild barrage, was ten thousand times better than cutting people down with Winged Guillotine!

"And..." Wang Dong looked at the half-full magicka bar and suddenly fell into deep thought.

On the Douluo Continent, soul masters faced "cooldowns" and "soul power circuit limitations" when using soul skills.

For example, his second soul skill, [Butterfly Goddess's Light], was an area bombardment attack, but it required charging before use and left a brief vacuum period in his soul power afterward.

But here... as long as the blue bar held out, spells were machine guns!

What if, in real life, I stopped treating soul skills as individual moves and instead treated them as elements? Wang Dong lowered his head and looked at his jade-white hands. His Radiant Goddess Butterfly martial soul was itself an ultimate controller of the light element.

Why do I have to throw out all my light orbs at once? Could I gather a light orb in my left hand and another in my right, then fire them alternately like this?

Or even... use the technique of combining both hands to give the light orbs an impact effect and completely disrupt the enemy's rhythm?

"Spell... machine gun." Wang Dong murmured, the light in his eyes growing brighter and brighter, as though he had opened a door to a new world.

Just then, Xu Sanshi leaned over. In the game, he was playing a heavily armored shield warrior and happened to be passing through Wang Dong's quest location.

"Yo, Wang Dong, done already?" Xu Sanshi controlled his character, who was dressed like a walking tin can, and ran over. "I saw that wild barrage just now. It was pretty loud. So, are mages in this game strong or what?"

Wang Dong proudly tossed his head. "Of course! This young master is now the King of Destruction! If gods stand in my way, I'll kill gods!"

"Really? Then help me fight that dragon up ahead." Xu Sanshi pointed at the sky.

"No problem! Watch me!" Wang Dong charged forward confidently and unleashed a barrage of Dual-Cast Fireballs at the frost dragon that had just landed.

Boom boom boom!

The dragon howled from the bombardment and was indeed staggered, but Xu Sanshi, who had been tanking at the very front, suddenly let out a scream.

"Holy shit! Wang Dong, where are you aiming?! Stop burning my ass! Ahhh! I'm staggered too!"

The spells in The Elder Scrolls had friendly fire. Wang Dong's massive fireballs not only hit the dragon, but also blasted Xu Sanshi, who was standing in front of it, away.

On the screen, Xu Sanshi's character rolled all over the ground like a rag doll from the shockwaves of Wang Dong's fireballs. His health bar was dropping even faster than the dragon's.

"Oops! Sorry! My hand slipped!" Though Wang Dong apologized with his mouth, his hands did not stop moving in the slightest. "Senior Brother Sanshi, hang in there! For victory, someone always has to make sacrifices!"

"Sacrifice my ass! I'm done!" Xu Sanshi tore off his helmet in grief and outrage. "Huo Yuhao shoots me in the knee, and you blow up my ass! Do any of you people have even the slightest team spirit?!"