Chapter 1: The most unlucky crossovers in history

Chapter 1: The most unlucky crossovers in history

The afternoon sun filtered through the clear glass and fell into the castle's dining room. A little multicolored on the glass allows the sunlight to reflect the gorgeous colors, which is very beautiful.

Unfortunately, no matter what kind of sunlight, there is no way to make the faces of the transmigrators look good.

On the contrary, because the sun was shining, the luster of the food on the plate in front of them was reflected on their faces, making them all green, just like the legendary "forgive her of course" lovers.

Inside the delicate silver dinner plates like handicrafts, there are plates of emerald green grass.

Produced by famous chefs who have multiple professional certifications, are proficient in the culinary arts of China, Japan and France, and have even worked in two Michelin-starred restaurants. After several processes, the original greenness was removed as much as possible, making the taste rich and delicate enough to serve as food.

weed.

The transmigrators sitting in front of the dining table looked different, some were blonde, some had black hair and black eyes, some had pointed ears, some had big beards, and there were many people with animal heads and human beings.

But their expressions were almost the same, one by one was reflected greenishly by the grass on the plate in front of them, as if torn up bitter gall and smeared the bile on their faces.

"Everyone, eat quickly." The tall, handsome, pointed-eared young man sitting on the table chairman laughed dryly and said, "I made this carefully, and it definitely represents my level. Are you still worried about my level?"

The members of the "Crossing the Earth" guild are of course convinced of their president's cooking skills, especially those members who participated in the original offline party. That time, the president of "Three Years of Wumengsheng" personally cooked and cooked a meal. Table wine and food, they almost swallowed their tongues.

However, no matter how good the president's cooking skills are, how can he handle these weeds?

In the end, a strong man with a black and white panda face started to eat first. He was silent, picked up a large amount of grass with chopsticks, put it into his mouth, chewed it a few times, and then swallowed it with a grunt.

Starting from him, the transmigrators sighed one by one, and put a lot of green grass into their mouths.

They were silent, just chewed silently, and then endured the green feeling that no matter how skilled the chef could not completely remove, and swallowed the stewed weeds hard.

A girl with wings on her back probably wanted to ease the atmosphere and said with a smile, "Look, this is actually very similar to fried leeks."

She picked up a chopstick of green grass and showed it to everyone: "I remember when my mother cooked for the first time, the fried leek was almost like this."

Saying that, she smiled happily, put the chopsticks and grass into her mouth, and chewed it hard.

"Well, President, your craftsmanship is amazing, and it's delicious... It's even more delicious than the leeks that my mother fried!"

But after chewing, she stopped, lowered her head, and covered her face.

A deep whimper, the opposite of the energetic voice just now, came out from between her fingers.

"I want to go home..."

Sitting next to her, a tall woman with a human upper body and a horse lower body leaned over and hugged her shoulders, but couldn't say anything comforting.

The atmosphere in the restaurant became more and more low, and many people were crying in a low voice.

They are all ordinary gamers living in a peaceful country. They somehow traveled into the game world. Although their races and occupations were still there, their level and equipment were all gone, and they became a group of quasi-whiteboards with only level 1 left. These days Huddled in the guild castle, he didn’t dare to go anywhere. He slowly accumulated experience points through daily training such as reading and cleaning. In order to save the little food left in the warehouse, he even went to the point of grazing...

They really have had enough!

When eating the first grass, many people can still laugh and joke with each other. At the second meal, the laughter gradually diminished. Later, they continued to protest, but the protests also gradually diminished, and in the end there was only lifelessness.

To this day, they have eaten nearly ten times of grass.

A half-elf mage wearing a red robe had a grim face, poking at the grass on his plate with his chopsticks, as if he were an enemy of life and death. But the chopsticks slipped and fell to the ground.

He didn't go to pick up the chopsticks, and smiled miserably: "I have worked hard for many years, endured hardships and suffered, and I have saved three or four million net worth. I dare not say it, but at least there is no shortage of good wine and good food. Eating grass...haha...haha...hahahaha..."

His laughter became deeper and deeper, and it gradually became like a madness, but it did not break out, but just lay on the table, the laughter became deeper and deeper, and finally turned into a cry.

The transmigrators couldn't take it any longer, and finally burst into tears.

In this tragic atmosphere, the giant panda-faced man who was the first to eat grass ate the blanched grass on his plate without saying a word, even finished the soup, and then picked up the table. Helmet on and stood up.

President Sanyu who was sitting near him immediately noticed and asked, "Panda, where are you going?"

"Hunting." The big man put on his helmet and said in a deep voice.

"It's too dangerous to go out now! It's too dangerous!" Sanyu sighed and persuaded, "Wait for at least a few more days, and then go out together when you reach level five. Do some daily training now to gain experience. Forget it. I know everyone is reluctant to eat grass, but... just be patient."

"I don't care about eating grass." The voice of a big man called "Panda" came from under the helmet, "But if this goes on, someone will go crazy."

Sanyu suddenly choked and remained silent.

Of course he could see that some vulnerable people in the guild were on the verge of going crazy.

Like the crying "one eagle, two fuji and three eggplants" or "the dream weaver is really sad", it's actually quite good. If they can cry, it means they can also regulate their emotions. What is most afraid of are those who are blue-faced, shivering and chewing on the green grass, but they can't swallow... As the panda said, they are afraid that they are going to go crazy.

In the silence, several other people stood up and said loudly, "We'll go with you!"

Panda didn't answer, but instead asked, "What have you killed?"

Several people were stunned, and after a while, one person murmured: "I... swatted flies..."

Panda shook his head.

"I've dissected frogs."

Panda shook his head.

"I... I've killed chickens!" One person seemed to be quite determined and said loudly.

Panda still shook his head.

At this time, a tall man with a ferocious and vicious head full of reptilian style, at first glance, it makes people feel that he is not a kind person, walked out and walked to his side: "I am a donkey friend. Hunted wild boars together—I thought, that might help."

Panda patted his shoulder and finally nodded.

The two were about to leave when a big man in super heavy armor chased after him: "Although I haven't killed anything, my armor can at least be used as a shield!"

Immediately afterwards, a thin but powerful middle-aged man with a serious face also caught up: "I have participated in the archery club."

They had just gone out, and the winged girl who was crying before had already chased up: "Take me! I can help you find prey!"

After walking for a while, the half-elf mage in the red robe also chased after him: "Damn! I have lost such a big face, if I don't find my way back, I might as well die!"

Finally, when they reached the door, with the sound of hoofs, a centaur warrior woman carrying a huge spear chased after them.

"Actually I don't know anything, but if you hunt anything, you should always need a pack horse."

Under the bright sunshine in the afternoon, the group of seven did not say much. Led by the giant panda, they walked out of the castle gate silently.