So, on the fifth day after I joined the battle. It was at night when the red moon had just risen, and we were still sitting around a small campfire in the endless blood wasteland. Uncle Laer held another collective criticism meeting about my combat style.

"Wu, you have great talent for fighting, and your comprehension is very fast. So far, you haven't suffered any damage."

Laer's tone was gentle as if he was praising me. But with previous experience of being criticized by him multiple times before, I wasn't moved at all. It felt like when a teacher calls a student who has poor academic performance into their office and starts with "I know you've been working hard in your studies and I'm pleased..."

"But..."

As expected, my heart sank as soon as he said that. How dare he use such tactics to try to fool me? Doesn't he remember who I am? Back then, within one semester alone, I drank an entire large jar of cheap expired tea from the teacher's office and became known as an active participant in class discussions.

"There are advantages and disadvantages," Uncle Laer looked at me seriously without joking.

"The advantage is that you won't get hurt; the disadvantage is that you won't get hurt!"

What kind of logic is this? Isn't it wrong not to be injured?

"Wu...listen carefully to what I'm saying."

Seeing my puzzled expression while smiling slightly shaking his head,

"Can you guarantee that in future battles, you will always remain unscathed?"

I shook my head confidently because even level 100 assassins can be surrounded sometimes - how could they dodge everything? Of course, if there were shields protecting them it wouldn't be impossible to pass through dense forests unscathed but only if they had enough courage to invest all their skill points into shields...

"So have you ever thought about what your reaction would be if you were injured at a critical moment?" Uncle Laer continued to persuade me, hoping that I could have an epiphany.

I cooperated and thought for a while. Just when Uncle Laer thought I was about to understand everything, I asked stupidly:

"Reaction after being injured?"

"Yes. If you get hurt at a crucial moment, what will you do? Will you immediately cover the wound and leave the battlefield or roll around in pain waiting for monsters to finish you off? Or will you continue fighting without changing your expression?" Uncle Laer held back his frustration and continued speaking.

"Oh...I see."

Uncle Laer's point was nothing more than getting me used to being injured. To put it simply - if one wants to fight others, they must first learn how to take hits.

Laer nodded with satisfaction and looked at me with eyes like those of Little Red Riding Hood's grandmother: "You actually understood! That's great; I'm doing this for your own good."

"Huh? What...what do you mean?" Suddenly, I had an ominous feeling.

The next day began the inhumane training. Uncle Laer kindly lent me his precious whiteboard leather armor which made me so moved that tears welled up in my eyes on the spot. But as soon as he kicked me into the Abyssal Demon Squad (沉沦魔小队), I immediately calculated how likely it was that this armor would be embezzled...

Abyssal Demons are different from zombies; they have low defense, weak strength, short lives but their advantage lies in their agility and high attack frequency. Such creatures are truly invaluable treasures for developing one's ability of endurance against attacks even compared with divine weapons which pale by comparison. Countless people grew rapidly under their blades then stepped on their corpses continuing forward; there was even once a poet who praised them like this:

Ah, the Fallen Demon!

The mother of all job changers!

With your hoe (small blade) stained with sweat (and blood),

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You have nurtured generations of warriors.

You devoted your life to them and merged with them;

Do you see it? Your milk has helped them grow up;

Gently, you left as gently as you came;

Praise be to you, Fallen Demon, the lovely monster in this world;

Mother of all job changers...

Of course, in just a moment, this poet was hung on a tree and used as a kite by angry job changers. Unfortunately, the poem had already spread and became a thorn in their hearts and eyes forever...

When I discovered the rules from battles,

I realized that being injured is not such a terrible thing in this world.

Firstly, there are no "critical hits" marked for protagonists like those found in online games...

How can we understand the meaning of this sentence? Let me give an example:

Suppose you are wearing armor with 10 defense points. These 10 defense points will be distributed throughout your body but not evenly. For example, stronger arms and abdomen may receive less than one point of defense while vital areas such as eyes or throat may receive two or three points. Therefore whether attacking arms or eyes would cause similar damage; even if there is any difference it's only due to weapon attributes.

This was what I noticed when I put on my Larp Armor for the first time - feeling warm air flowing through my body unevenly distributed across different parts including some thick streams at vital positions.

So since critical hits don't exist here does that mean negative attacks don't exist either? For instance if I stab someone's eye would it not increase damage but blind him?

Although I dare not try myself but it should not happen because there must be some rules limiting these things. For example no matter how strong you are, how high your damage is or how weak the opponent is, you cannot destroy his vital points until he dies.

Otherwise, the professional titles of certain three people who are standing not far behind me watching the show may have to be prefixed with some words such as "barbarian uncle missing an arm" or "blind and lame crusader Uncle Xiong"...

Uh~~, those added suffixes definitely do not represent my true thoughts. Please don't make any wild guesses...

Looking at it from another perspective, if opponents can easily be blinded or disabled, wouldn't many professions' skills become useless? For example, a necromancer's dark vision would be pointless since anyone could just poke their eyes out and blind them. You would only be able to significantly reduce your enemy's field of view by risking your life in battle. Isn't this ridiculous?

In short, I find the rules of this world quite strange - typical case of robbing Peter to pay Paul - making it difficult for people to accept.

It's like me taking out a laptop and explaining its functions and how amazing its integrated chip is and how complex its program is to Ral and others. Even if they understand what I'm saying, they might not immediately accept it.

Although meaningless, I still want to complain about the crude rules of this world. It's just too much! Even if you casually search for online game novels on the internet, their settings are more rigorous than this world's; at least they have critical attacks.

But looking at it from another angle, these crude rules are advantageous for someone like me.

Actually up until now my only motivation in supporting myself in this world has been finding a stable place to live. As a druid with that identity alone should make finding a virtuous wife relatively easy. Then occasionally going outside killing monsters while playing the role of brave warrior fighting against evil forces from hell before selling off whatever loot obtained for household expenses... My wife will be gentle and kind-hearted while being adept at managing the household. That's all.

In conclusion, after realizing this reality, any fear I had towards combat has vanished into thin air. Although getting slashed would still hurt a lot, at least I don't have to worry about being despised by others for being disabled and living as a bachelor for the rest of my life...

Finally, after several days of training, I am now able to remain calm and composed even after being slashed multiple times. Even if the knife is aimed at my vital points, I can treat it as nothing. In other words, I have been assimilated by the mindset of the Dark Continent. After all, there is no concept of vital points in the Dark Continent.

Now that I can shuttle through the abyssal demon group without changing my expression and exchange injuries for injuries while borrowing strength from them (in fact, these two idioms are not related at all), Laer walked over and patted my shoulder with a kind and fatherly look on his face. He praised me for a few words before casually taking off my leather armor and throwing it back into the abyssal demon camp again under the pretext of strengthening training.

So in the subsequent intensive training, I used the tactics of "stealing a dragon and replacing it with a phoenix", "changing day for night", and "fox borrowing the tiger's might" to transform the face of the sinking demon into La'er's appearance. As a result, my efficiency in killing enemies unexpectedly improved significantly, making La'er exclaim that he thought he was teaching me well.

This kind of battle lasted for three days. I carefully counted and realized that since I came to this world until now, it has just passed half a month if we use the same unit of year-month-day as people on Dark Land.

This morning, I woke up particularly early. Even the red moon had not yet had time to hide because La'er told me that we could return to Rogge Camp at noon today. My excitement was beyond words. Those who have never played Dark Land can never understand how important Rogge Camp is in our players' hearts - it is our base camp and holy land for gamers.

Moreover, according to what La'er revealed, there are at least hundreds of thousands of people living inside. This made me even more excited but also despise Blizzard again for their lazy design - using only a few NPCs, chickens and cows enclosed by wooden fences as Rogge Camp? They really need to put more effort into game design...