What was this?
The scene in front of Ryan made him flabbergasted.
Originally, the HP fighting spirit demonic element only occupied the upper left corner in total.
But when the Rubik's Cube was broken, everything was different.
One after another, the data appeared in front of Ryan's eyes until the entire board was filled.
Fighting spirit: 0 (locked)
ADA: 0 (locked)
Endurance20
Strength: 16
Intelligence: 115
Physical defense: 7
ADA resistance: 3
Fighting spirit adaptation: (lock)
ADA adaptation: (lock)
Talent: (locked)
The maximum level: 15/15/680/ infinity (locked)
Experience point:150/150 (locked)
Skill: (lock)
Lock, lock, lock.
In a series of data, nearly 80% of the suffixes were locked.
What did this mean?
Lock?
Was it because
Without hesitation, Ryan clicked the lock button of experience point.
Sure enough, a task box popped up.
"Do you want to unlock it?"
Yes.
The moment he clicked the key, the 'lock' word, instantly emitted golden light and shattered.
Experience point instantly changed from 150/150 to 0/160.
Then Ryan looked at the top of the data.
Ryan saw the most unbelievable scene in his life.
Ryan's level suddenly changed to Lv16!
How could it be possible?
In this world, the highest level of all creatures was set.
For example, the maximum level of the evil spirit skeleton of the ghost race was lv40, the maximum level of the horse head man of the orc clan was lv51, and the maximum level of the pig head man of orc clan was lv63.
Although different species had different limits, there was only one certain thing.
No creature could reach the limit of their race in breakthrough, and no matter how hard they tried, it was impossible.
Ryan didn't think it was reasonable because he was a traverser.
For everyone in this world, this was the most common sense, just like eating and peeing.
The highest level of human beings was lv15, which was the lowest level among all intelligent creatures.
Besides, it was the only intelligent creature that could reach the full level of knowledge after adulthood without any exercise.
Everyone believed that even if a person grew normally, he or she would reach the maximum level after he or she reached adulthood. This was the evidence that humans were born weak and should be livestock.
But now, the cognition of being here for fifteen years had been overturned.
It was man-made.
It must be man-made.
Someone
Someone had locked the limit of human growth!
Who is that?
Who could do that?
Without hesitation, Ryan began to click all the lock buttons in his sight.
As expected, without any hindrance, all the locking options were easily removed.
Then, the data of Ryan changed into:
Fighting spirit: 8
ADA: 4
This is?
'Fighting spirit and ADA, surpassed 0?'
Humans can't comprehend the fighting spirit and the ADA. This was the unique strength of the twelve races.
Now, I
Holding back the ecstasy in his heart, Ryan calmed down.
It turned out that the Rubik's Cube was no decoration at all, but a right to visit the backstage of the world rules.
Although Ryan didn't know who set it up, the person whose psychic intelligence could remove the Rubik's Cube had the qualifications to remove the road of human growth.
No, No.
On second thought.
The Rubik's Cube was not difficult to crack. Even if an ordinary person with ordinary intelligence had never come into contact with the Rubik's Cube, as long as he had enough patience, he could crack the Rubik's Cube.
The real difficulty was the words.
If you want to solve this problem, you have to understand at least one of the six languages.
It was more accurate to say that it was a test of psychic intelligence.
This is more like a restriction for me.
And then, something more incomprehensible happened.
After all the locks were unlocked, Ryan found that there were two-parent options above the center.
One of the two options was named personal data.
The other option was named race data.
Ryan clicked on the race data.
There were thousands of locks inside.
With a closer look, Ryan found that these data were all related to the human race.
From the average height to the average weight, even the average life span, and the average growth factor, there were all kinds of things.
I see. Now I understand what the so-called permission to visit backstage is?
The person who unraveled the Rubik's Cube not only had the right to unravel his or her restrictions but also had the right to access the data of his or her race?
Moreover, almost all the data that the human racing could grow were locked.
Ryan tried to unlock one of the locks, but this time it was not as smooth as before.
As soon as Ryan pressed the button, he heard a piercing alarm. The whole interface was flashing with red and green.
"Error, the permission of visitors is too low, so we can't operate the racing interface. The operation requires the highest authority."
The number of online users of the current top administrator: 11/11.
Current management authority: the specially approved top management right.
The top manager?
Eleven?
The twelve races were eleven God-formed races. Plus the eleven winning races they belonged to, they were twelve races in total.
Was it because
Puzzles came one after another, which made Ryan dizzy.
Why was there an element board?
The rules of this world were different from that of the earth. This was a world where all life was bound to a certain system.
For some unknown reason, the entire race's backstage data had been locked, so humans had become the current animal.
Born like this? Or was it tampered with?
But no matter what, Ryan, who had broken the Rubik's Cube, did get a chance to live.
Crack the Rubik cube wouldn't change the race's life seats, but it could indeed remove the lock on their data.
What if I teach everyone to crack the Rubik's Cube?
Ryan thought for a while.
I don't think so?
First of all, I can't see the Rubik's Cube on other people's boards, so I can't teach it to them.
Humans didn't know the earth language.
In addition, they only looked at one side of the box.
If the three of them worked together, it would be as difficult as teaching a pig to get the Nobel prize in Particle Physics.
Even if it was taught, all the words backstage were Chinese, and no one else could understand them at all. And only the supreme manager had the right to modify the language type.
After thinking for a while, Ryan gave up the idea.
But anyway, he did get a chance to survive.
Turning back to the personal data page, Ryan found the pain index.
One was the lowest, and 20 was the highest. All the humans were locked at the level of 10.
He pulled the pain index to the left to the minimum of one.
In an instant, the sharp pain in Ryan's belly was reduced by more than 90%.
The pain, which used to be fatal, now became like a slight stomachache.
The loss of HP had also been reduced from four or five minutes to more than ten minutes because of the relief of the severe pain.
With the increase of one level, the HP limit was increased by 10. Now, there were only 37 points left in HP.
It could last for about 6 hours.
The pain was relieved, so the impact of the liver and abdominal cavity on the body was suppressed to the limit.
But this was only to quench thirst by drinking poison.
Although Ryan couldn't feel the pain, it didn't mean that he was not hurt.
But there was no pain, and his body at least gained the most basic movement ability in a short time.
The pain was at least level one and could not be eliminated.
Even if my HP is suppressed to the limit, I'm afraid that when I have only 20 days left, the pain and illness will completely deprive my ability to move, won't they?
So I only have three hours left.
The pasture owner can't hire an elf mage for me.
However, the pasture was one of the most important properties of orc.
There were nearly three thousand pastures of different sizes all over the world, which were the basic facilities for the orc to survive.
Other races, beasts, and monsters could attack the pasture.
As for the pasture owner, he was not only the manager of the pasture but also the only one who had the fighting ability.
Therefore, there were always medical boxes in the office of the pasture owner, which were specially prepared for fighting in an emergency.
Magic could be sealed in the scroll and used when necessary.
And magic scroll was often more expensive.
I heard that the annual income of the pasture owner is four hundred to five hundred gold coins.
Do you think there is no cure for magic scroll in the life-saving medical kit?
Do you believe me?
So…
There was no other choice.
Three hours of life and a narrow escape from death.
There was no need to hesitate about this kind of choice question?
What's more, I have the fighting spirit and ADA.
Although I didn't know how to use it.
Thinking of this, Ryan turned off the board.
He stood up suddenly.
All of a sudden, Ryan sat up like a fake corpse, and Connor, who was sleeping, was frightened to fall to the ground.
"Huh? Ryan?"
When Connor saw that Ryan suddenly sat up full of spirit, he was stunned. "You... Why... Are you all right?"
Ryan pushed away from the straw quilt and got out of bed as if nothing had happened.
Putting on his shoes, Ryan looked at his only friend in his life.
"Connor, can you do me a favor?"