A Smiler.
A lively Smiler that could even run away.
The moment the Smiler saw Yang Tao approaching with his Battle Lance, it didn't hesitate for a second and turned to leave.
But just as it turned around, a warm, large hand rested on its body, and a magnetic voice sounded from behind it: "Oh, my friend, where are you going?"
The Smiler's body trembled.
What terrible luck, why did it encounter Yang Tao, 9527, here?
Before it could even think of how to respond, the sharp blade was already resting on its neck.
Invisibility is not disappearance.
"Hehehe..." (Let me go.)
Hearing the Smiler's answer, Yang Tao's face showed a satisfied smile. Not all Smilers could communicate; their minds were dominated by all sorts of chaotic desires.
Except for Frowny, who had a peeping Hobbies.
Since it could communicate, then it was easy to talk.
Yang Tao put away the Battle Lance in his hand, and kindly patted the Smiler, saying, "First, turn your body around."
Actually, when invisible, the Smiler looked pretty much the same from the front or back.
"You said to let you go, but you should at least give me a reason. I can't just let you go because you said so; wouldn't that make me seem unprincipled?"
Pfft!
The Smiler spat inwardly.
Principles? If you had such a thing, would you have been secretly blacklisted by so many levels? The ancient Smiler at home said, 'Level! If you don't want to die, run quickly; the entire level will be destroyed by you.'
"Hehehe..." (I don't want to die...)
"That's a decent reason, but tell me about this level's situation, and if there are any humans in this level."
"Hehehe... hehehe..."
(I don't know what this level is called either, but in the distance, in a place called the 'Trading Zone' by those humans, there are many humans.)
Yang Tao nodded upon hearing this. It was indeed a bit difficult to ask a Smiler to remember a level named by humans. He reached out and patted its butt, saying, "Alright, I'm in a good mood today, you can go."
The Smiler didn't say a word and immediately rushed towards the sea, leaping with a splash into the ocean.
Watching the Smiler gradually disappear into the sea, Yang Tao's emotions were very complex for a moment.
"Is it that agile?"
Shaking his head, he followed a small path towards the city not too far from the dock.
The road was not empty; in fact, it was quite lively. Various Facelings walked along the path or the edge of the city.
They were all adult Facelings in the traditional sense, and they showed no obvious malice towards him. They were like ordinary people living here, completely oblivious to him, an outsider.
He stepped into the city's outskirts.
A standard European-American style city, old buildings, dilapidated streets, with some scattered debris and trash.
Under the dim lights, shadows flickered, and it was bustling, completely unlike the quietness of a typical night.
Many shops on the street were open for business, from roadside stalls to multi-story shopping malls.
Soon, he locked onto a target.
'Watcher's Lamp'
This was a small-to-medium-sized restaurant. No matter where, bars and restaurants were good places to understand a city, second only to taxi drivers.
Clearly, finding a taxi driver in this broken place would probably be difficult.
Just as he was about to step in to have a couple of drinks and some food.
A figure walked up to him and blocked his way. He was wearing a dark brown hooded sweatshirt with a black backpack on his back. His body seemed a bit thin, and his face was hidden under the hood, making it impossible to see clearly.
When Yang Tao saw him, a playful smile appeared on his face. He heard the other party whisper, "Friend, want some good stuff?"
"Good stuff? Are you selling discs? Then let's agree first, I don't want 'cavalry,' I only want 'infantry.'"
'Cavalry' has mosaics, 'infantry' doesn't.
The other party was clearly stunned by his words but quickly said, "Discs? What are those? I sell Almond water..."
"Just Almond water?"
Yang Tao's tone was filled with undisguised disdain. He always lacked this stuff, but one or two thousand bottles meant nothing to him, and judging by the other party's stance, it clearly required money or items in exchange.
Seeing that Yang Tao was not satisfied with the Almond water, the other party's demeanor changed slightly.
How to describe it... it seemed to become a bit shifty.
He muttered some words to himself and secretly sized up Yang Tao, but he quickly said, "I don't have discs, but I've put some good stuff in a certain place. You can come with me to see it; maybe there's something you need inside."
His voice became hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time.
Yang Tao narrowed his eyes slightly, and the smile on his face became even brighter. He looked at the other party and chuckled, "Really? Then take me to see."
From the moment he appeared, Yang Tao knew this guy was an Entity. Out of a desire to amuse himself, Yang Tao wanted to know what this guy was trying to do.
"Then follow me."
With that, the hooded man turned and walked into a small alley, dim and messy, with only the faint light from outside shining in.
"How much further?"
The alley was very deep; besides the rustling wind, only their footsteps remained.
"Soon... soon..."
Hearing Yang Tao's question, the other party quickened his pace. The other party didn't lie to him; after continuing for a short distance, they reached the end of the alley.
Many figures wearing hooded sweatshirts or cloaks stood there. They had been whispering but stopped talking when they saw him and slowly approached his position.
"Where's the stuff?"
As soon as Yang Tao's words fell, the guy who had been leading the way initiated a 'true' zero-frame attack. His body distorted in a completely unconventional manner, spreading his arms and pouncing towards him.
Pfft.
The Battle Lance directly pierced his body, and his less than one hundred health points were cleared.
And the other hooded Entities also pounced on him.
Sweeping Thousands of Armies.
Heads rolled onto the ground.
No face!
Facelings, mutated Facelings.
'You are starting to feel good using the Void Gold Battle Lance.'
A prompt appeared in his eyes. The level of the Battle Lance in his hand had increased, and it now had an additional enhancement slot.
Yang Tao bent down and picked up the backpacks from the backs of these mutated Facelings, muttering, "Sure enough, this kind of no-capital business makes money fast."
Opening the backpack, the contents were quite diverse.
Almond water, knives, kerosene lighters, pipe guns, bullets, moth jelly, antidotes...
There were all sorts of scattered items. Although their value wasn't high, some things were very useful at critical moments.
Also, the most interesting thing was the contents of some people's backpacks, which were all 'loaded' items.
Pain juice, chloride-infused Almond water, highly toxic potions, a bottle of seawater...
The items in these guys' backpacks were either deadly poisons or shoddy trash.
Clearly, these were swindlers among swindlers.
He threw everything into his backpack.
"This level is quite interesting; there are even wandering merchants..."
Many levels have a large number of Entities, but they are all confined within a specific level.
They are considered a type of specialty.