The Strongest Skill System

The west side of the village was desolate. There was a gray and black grass shed that leaked the rain.    

    

Next to the grass hut sat an old, thin beggar. His hair was dirty white, and he was dressed in rags. Most of his face was covered by his unkempt hair, making it impossible to see his face.    

    

Next to the beggar was a fat yellow dog.    

    

According to the rules of the game, players could give things to the old beggar.    

    

Copper Coins, Steamed Bun, Meat, Clothing, Equipment, they were all the same to him. He wouldn't refuse anything, he would even call out in a sorrowful voice, "Give me some more …"    

    

But it was true, it was true, there was no return.    

    

During the years when Infinite Throw was prevalent, the beggar was known as the game world's worst NPC.    

    

The lines "Old beggar, get out of the game" and "moon cake, get out of the moon" were both classic words.    

    

According to the statistics, 90% of the country's nearly 100,000 "Infinite Throw" players had sent items to the old beggar. Their total value was equal to one hundred novice villages.    

    

It was Ye Mo's first time playing this solo game, so he gave him 999 steamed buns without any hesitation. Since then, he has never done anything as stupid as this.    

    

Ye Mo shot a glance at the old beggar, who was looking at the sky silently and turned a blind eye to him.    

    

Ye Mo decided that the next time he could cross into the game, he would give the yellow dog that he was raising a canned dog food.    

    

Following the game guide, he walked towards an old locust tree that had towering leaves and branches. The locust tree was lush and verdant, with deep roots.    

    

He looked up carefully, and the sun was shining brightly, and when he saw the soreness, he found a small crow's nest hidden in the foliage.    

    

Ye Mo smiled, bent down to pick up a rock that was handy, aimed at the crow's nest and threw it away.    

    

"Swoosh ~ ~"    

    

The stone drew a beautiful parabola and accurately hit the target before it fell to the ground with a thud.    

    

Ye Mo quickly caught up and squatted down to pick up a glistening yellow gold coin.    

    

Weighing the amount, I can sell it for about 2500 yuan, making a small profit. I can eat red-braised pork this week.    

    

Ye Mo was very satisfied. After rummaging for a moment, he fished out an egg.    

    

The egg was round and slightly bigger than a hawthorn. It was dark green in color and covered in gray spots. It had a strange beauty to it.    

    

Ye Mo looked at it for a moment and felt that it was useless. Even a fart sized thing like an omelette would not be enough to make an omelette, so he casually threw it away.    

    

The old beggar, who was originally looking up at the sky, silently stared at Ye Mo until he saw that Ye Mo was about to throw the egg. He impatiently let out a hoarse and deep roar: "Stop! Give it to me! "    

    

"Holy shit, you actually dare to say such words?"    

    

Ye Mo turned his head when he heard this. In the blink of an eye, the old beggar had already moved to his feet. He sat on the ground limply and stretched out his skinny hands as if he was begging.    

    

The western part of the village was a wasteland with very few people around. When it was night time in the game, players could turn up the computer's volume and hear the wailing of ghosts.    

    

In the past, it was not obvious when they were playing games, but now that he was in it, Ye Mo could smell the faint stench of corpses in the wind.    

    

It came from the old beggar.    

    

In such a place, the person in front of him looked like a monster.    

    

In his unknown past, he had experienced countless life and death situations. It was thrilling. It was not difficult for him to adapt to a game world.    

    

Standing up, he looked down at the old beggar condescendingly, looking at the crow egg in his hands, and said with some anticipation: "I have an egg, do you have any money?"    

    

The old beggar's eyes were filled with hunger that he could not wait any longer. He was filled with desire. Listening to Ye Mo's question, he shook his head at a loss.    

    

"Then I have a story. Do you have wine?"    

    

The old beggar shook his head again, his eyes glazed over.    

    

"Then you can't possibly take my things for nothing, right?"    

    

Ye Mo was worried, communicating with an NPC would be difficult.    

    

Fortunately, the old beggar understood his words, and an awkward and strange expression appeared on his face.    

    

This was probably the first time he met someone who asked for money from a beggar.    

    

After rummaging through his clothes for a long time, he took out a round pill the size of a longan.    

    

He handed the pills to Ye Mo and asked, "Do you want to exchange them?"    

    

Ye Mo answered unhurriedly, picked up the pill and carefully examined it for a while, then asked cautiously, "You didn't just rub the mud on your body, right?"    

    

Motherf * cker, I don't think this beggar has ever heard such a vulgar joke in his life. For a moment, he felt nauseous.    

    

While Ye Mo was stunned, he read the piece of information that just appeared in his mind.    

    

"Body Nourishing Pill (Grade C), a good medicine for clearing hidden injuries, and removing obscenities."    

    

Beginner Village general store also bought C grade medicine, but there weren't any of these body tempering pills on the shelves. They were considered a special item in the game, and the words [Cleaning of internal injuries] made Ye Mo's heartbeat quicken.    

    

The reason why he was like this was because he was suffering from severe internal injuries. Not to mention that he had lost all of his ability, his physical fitness had also been reduced to a third of a normal man's strength.    

    

Could it be that Ye Mo would be able to turn the tables today, allowing the old tree to take root in the spring?    

    

No matter how possible, it was a hope.    

    

"Switch." Ye Mo put the pills into his pocket. He passed the crow egg to the old beggar.    

    

The latter carefully received it as if it was a precious treasure, and could not help but mutter, "A good treasure …"    

    

Ye Mo couldn't bear to see such a pitiful look on Ye Zichen's face.    

    

He bent down to pat the old beggar on his shoulder and said sympathetically, "Brother, you've never eaten a Herbal Tea Egg in your life before right? Next time, I'll bring you a few catties of it. It's with the sliced cake …"    

    

Before he could finish his sentence, Ye Mo stopped halfway because, in a flash, the old beggar was back at the grass shed not far away, stretching his feet and basking in the sun as if nothing had happened.    

    

Ye Mo was stunned. He wanted to ask something, but the old beggar winked at him and pointed to the sky with a gesture of silence.    

    

His demeanor was that of a thief who had just sold a loot, sneaking around and feeling proud of himself.    

    

Ye Mo was puzzled, but he did not have the time to ask anything because he had already seen the bottom of the hourglass.    

    

"Beginner experience ended. I'm looking forward to the player's next teleportation."    

    

Ye Mo felt dizzy and the ring in his hand emitted light once again, enveloping him.    

    

When the light dissipated, Ye Mo had disappeared.    

    

Inside the rented apartment, the pickled noodles from the old jar were still hot from eating a few mouthfuls, while the game interface was still lit up.    

    

Ye Mo sat on the old swivel chair and looked at the table in shock.    

    

A pure gold coin and a round pill.    

    

These two things proved that the previous experience was real.    

    

Ye Mo touched the ring on his hand, while a paragraph of information about the rules flowed into his consciousness.    

    

"Every time the ring absorbs 100 gaming experience points from 'Infinite Throw', it can be converted into a player's one minute stay in the game world. The real world's items can be brought in and out of the game world's items."    

    

"Rule: Players can do whatever they want."    

    

"I'm rich!"    

    

The reality was too beautiful to believe.    

    

In order to dispel the feeling of unreality, Ye Mo didn't hesitate anymore. He picked up the body recovery pill and threw it into his mouth. The black pill instantly melted in his mouth and turned into a stream of heat that rushed into Ye Mo's limbs and bones.    

    

At this moment, he felt as if he was in a hot spring. There were dozens of beautiful girls constantly massaging his body, making him feel extremely comfortable. He couldn't help but close his eyes, intoxicated by them.    

    

The effect lasted for a whole half an hour before it finally dissipated. Tsk tsk, at this time, at least 80% of the men were out of reach.    

    

Ye Mo breathed out a mouthful of purplish black turbid air and leaned back. At the corners of his eyes, there was a faint sense of satisfaction and surprise.    

    

He understood his broken body the best. His meridians were blocked, his meridians were blocked, his meridians were closed, and his organs were functioning poorly. He was just barely hanging on to his life.    

    

As though a rotten piece of wood, its outer skin was undamaged, and its internal organs had already decayed. No matter how good a physician or a skilled physician was, they would be incapable of turning the situation around.    

    

However, it was different now. He could clearly feel that his injuries had healed by less than half in just half an hour.    

    

Ye Mo was filled with disbelief. He tried to calm himself down as he flicked his finger with a trembling hand.    

    

"Bang!"    

    

A sharp stream of energy flowed from his dantian to his fingertips, then shot out and pierced the bowl of instant noodles on the table, causing the soup and water to splash all over the floor. A few of the instant noodles stuck to the wall.    

    

"There should be soldiers."    

    

Ye Mo's eyes were burning with passion as he judged his own strength.    

    

The organization that he was from before was called reverse scale, and the members were divided into six levels according to their strength.    

    

"Soldier, Rider, General, Hou, King, and God!"    

    

Any one of the reverse scale s were all Rankers, and the number of members in this ancient organization had never exceeded thirty.    

    

In the past, Ye Mo was an outstanding existence among the reverse scale. He was as resplendent as the morning sun, similar to the young hussar general from ancient times.    

    

Yet, he died sadly just as he was about to reach the peak.    

    

The hatred, bitterness, pain, and regret in his heart seemed like a lifetime ago to this young man who had been reduced to eating instant noodles in a rental house.    

    

His madness, his anger, his despair, his sorrow, all of these emotions eventually turned into sadness.    

    

After all, he had been ambushed and crippled, so there was no possibility of him making a comeback.    

    

But from now on, everything was different.    

    

Not only had his injuries recovered, even part of his previously spent and imprisoned strength had been restored.    

    

A faint aura started to rise from Ye Mo's body.    

    

Sharp, domineering, proud … He was like a monarch descending to the world.    

    

This temperament only lasted for a few seconds, before Ye Mo returned to his trashy look.    

    

"Acting tough shouldn't last too long, otherwise my body and kidneys will be hurt, so I will keep a low profile."    

    

Ye Mo laughed as he threw the gold coin in his hand high into the air. It rotated and flew straight down when it reached the highest point on the roof.    

    

"Clang ~ ~"    

    

He casually stretched out his hand and precisely caught the gold coin between his slender fingers and put it into his pocket.    

    

Looking at the time, it was time to go to work.    

    

He was currently working as a waitress at a bar in the city, helping customers order wine. Occasionally, he would get commission, but it wasn't much.    

    

There was still hot water in the thermos. Ye Mo washed up and went out with his work clothes.    

    

With his current strength, he could jump down from the window on the third floor.    

    

However, to avoid scaring his friends and grandma, Ye Mo did not drop in a wave.    

    

He obediently took the stairs and waited for the bus to arrive. Along the way, he asked for a fried pancake fruit to fill his stomach.    

    

It was just after New Year's Eve, and the streets were still filled with the smell of snow and the smell of the year. Ye Mo had a peaceful mind as he sniffed the smell of pancakes, tobacco, and perfume.    

    

This kind of peaceful and comfortable life in the city was like a poppy that caused people to involuntarily immerse themselves within it. Indistinctly, they would be assimilated and slowly wear down the hostility and wildness of others.    

    

The alcohol beauty's peaceful days were like a knife, not a single drop of blood could be seen. All she did was turn the hero into a bear.    

    

Ye Mo was secretly alerted. He swallowed a mouthful of cold air and swallowed it slowly. The winter in the north was very cold, and it made his throat hurt slightly. His originally calm heart throbbed again as he began to regain his three years of calm and decisiveness … Cruelty.    

    

A man who wanted to achieve great things could be greedy for money and sex, could be narrow-minded, and could be vicious.    

    

But conquest and encroachment must always be maintained.    

    

Thinking about this, Ye Mo, who had the courage, shouted at the peddler,    

    

"Hey, bro, give me two more eggs. I'm going to eat that! Delicious!"    

    

"Stop bullshitting. Why don't you let me add a chicken? I can't even make money on this! Do you know that?"    

    

The fat boss rolled his eyes at him, neatly scooped up the pancake and put it in his bag, then handed it over.    

    

"Alright, thank you. See you later."    

    

At this moment, the car just arrived. Ye Mo got on the car lightly with light steps.    

    

After Ye Mo got off the bus, he walked two to three hundred meters to a bar called "Nocturnal Secret". He pushed the door open and entered.