99 Initial Sign-Ins Samsara Rewards

Chapter 14

Samsara City is located in the center of the entire Samsara space.

This is commonly known as the safe zone.

The city is divided into three areas: Life area, entertainment area, and training area according to functions.

Entertainment area, also known as Night City.

There is only night, no day.

Twenty-four hours are filled with colorful signs and yelling and soliciting customers.

The neon lights are staggered and brightly lit.

Restaurants, pubs, red light districts, casinos…everything.

This is the most lively place in the entire Samsara space except Samsara Square.

It is also a place for Samsara people to relax and enjoy themselves after the stressful copy of Samsara.

But for Chen Feng, today is the first time.

Before signing in to complete the initial task, he can not download a copy.

Not having a copy means that he has no source of Samsara points, that is, no money.

At that time, he could only rely on the 50 points earned by signing in every day, buying some soy milk fritters, braised noodles, wowotou, and so on, barely filling his hunger to survive the days and nights of the year.

How can there be idle money to talk about entertainment!

At the moment there are a full 30,000 Samsara points in hand. It is natural to prepare for the next rush to the Samsara Tower, but it is okay to save some points to relax a little.

After pausing for a while at the door of a Qingba called “Samsara Fascination”, Chen Feng opened the door and walked in.

Oncoming is lazy jazz and ambiguous lights.

Walking to the side of the bar, Chen Feng casually picked an empty seat and sat down.

“A glass… the same wine as him.” Chen Feng pointed a finger.

“Okay, sir.” The tall female bartender in maid costume and rabbit ears nodded and smiled.

As soon as the voice fell, Chen Feng saw the own mark flashing, and received a reminder of “consumption of 15 Samsara points”.

The only currency in circulation in Samsara city is Samsara points. All items of food, clothing, housing, transportation, food, drink and entertainment will be directly deducted from Samsara points.

After a while, a tempting drink with little drops of water on the outer wall of the cup was delivered.

“Your wine, sir, please use it slowly.” Little Big Sis, the bartender, smiled, a blush on his cheeks.

“thanks.”

Chen Feng took the wine glass, the rim of the glass passed through the hemp bandit mask covering his face and took a sip to his mouth, then looked around.

Obviously.

In this bar, only the guests are the real Samsara.

Others, such as bartenders, jazz bands, dancers, etc., are all NPCs fabricated by the main god.

If you look closely, you will find a faint blue mark floating a few centimeters above the head of each NPC, but Samsara does not.

However, in Samsara, there is a simpler and more intuitive way to distinguish between Samsara and NPC.

That’s it—the one with fancy dress must be Samsara!

“Hey, brother, fresh face, first time here?”

A lazy and slightly magnetic male voice sounded.

Chen Feng looked at the source of the sound.

A man not far away was squinting his eyes, and it was the alcoholic who had just copied the wine book.

Cowboy hat, brown vest, dark red leather jacket with gold trim, distressed jeans, cowboy boots with spurs.

A standard western cowboy outfit.

The man was in his early thirties, with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, his eyes were smiling but not smiling, he had a vicissitudes of life and beard, and he had a brown leaf-covered cigar in his mouth.

After spitting out a puff, the guy held a cigar in his hand and pointed at Chen Feng.

“Yes, don’t look at it, it’s you.”

The tone of speech is very unruly.

Good guy, if it were in a previous life, Chen Feng thought he was playing the VR version of Overwatch.

Because except for the face of an Oriental, this person is dressed like McRae is alive!

Seeing that Chen Feng hadn’t responded, the cowboy took the initiative to get up and walked over with his wine glass.

“Lone wolf player? Not in this area before?”

The cowboy sat down next to Chen Feng, placed his cigar on the brown bar table, and then raised the cup in his hand to Chen Feng as a greeting.

“That’s it.”

Chen Feng did not refuse to come, and he raised the cup in his hand and drank in response.

There is a saying, it’s impossible for someone with such a tough look to be gay, right?

“Like jazz?” the cowboy asked again.

“Um.”

Chen Feng nodded.

“Tasteful, just like me.” The cowboy nodded, then sighed again.

“This damn Samsara space, only when listening to jazz and drinking rye whiskey can you feel like a real person, not a prisoner experiment…”

Chen Feng pursed his lips when he heard the words, “I can’t tell that you are pretty literate.”

“Heh.” The cowboy vented his nose and responded with a chuckle.

“Just came back from Samsara Tower?”

“Yeah.” Chen Feng nodded.

“How many floors?”

“layer.”

“What I said, it really is a newcomer.” The cowboy curled his mouth and leaned back slightly, his tone a little playful.

“What’s the difficulty?”

“Nightmare.”

“Uh, cough!” The cowboy shook his hand holding the wine glass when he heard the words, and the wine he drank almost choked out of his nose.

“What is the difficulty, do you say it again?” He turned his head and looked at Chen Feng with an unbelievable expression.

“Nightmare, what’s the matter?”

“What a joke!” The cowboy snapped his glass on the table.

The color of the Samsara imprint can be hidden. As long as the Samsara don’t want outsiders to see the own Samsara level at a glance, the imprint can be disguised as a translucent color.

After returning from the first floor of Samsara Tower, Chen Feng immediately concealed his own print color.

The reason is naturally that you don’t want to be too eye-catching, so as not to incur unnecessary troubles.

Cowboys certainly know that there are many low-key bosses who will hide the color of the imprint, but as we all know, there are many low-level Samsara who still love to pretend to use this to satisfy their own vanity.

Although Chen Feng in front of him did faintly reveal the aura of a strong man, in Samsara’s fascination bar, a place where fish and dragons are mixed, it is obviously more likely to be a fame and fisherman.

The first level of Samsara Tower is an entry challenge. Normal difficulty is relatively easy, but when it comes to difficult difficulty, the danger will suddenly ascending by several orders of magnitude.

Corresponding to this, the richness of the rewards for clearance will also be several orders of magnitude instantaneously ascending.

But after all, they are all coming to Samsara Tower for the first time. Those who enter the first floor of Samsara seldom choose difficult difficulty directly. Generally, they choose normal difficulty first to adapt to the Samsara Tower environment where a little carelessness will lead to life.

It is impossible for anyone to consider the difficulty of choosing a dangerous and dangerous nightmare as soon as they come up.

In terms of death rate, it is said that the nightmare difficulty dungeon of a certain level of Samsara Tower is almost the same as the ordinary difficulty dungeon of that level plus ten layers.

So unless you are tired of life, no one will make fun of own life!

But the face in front of him wearing a mask and a windbreaker is obviously a rookie who has just entered the Samsara Tower, but he dares to say that he has passed a level of nightmare difficulty alive. Who can believe this?

“You can treat me as a joke, I don’t care.” Chen Feng shrugged, disapproving of the denim’s skepticism.

After all, Chen Feng didn’t mean to show off at all.

In fact, he can completely ignore the questions of passers-by in the bar who are familiar with two or three glasses of wine.

Answering a few words out of politeness is already a Giving face.

Since the other party didn’t believe it, he didn’t bother to explain.

“Yo.”

Chen Feng’s answer surprised the cowboy opposite.

“The kid is quite individual.” Seeing that Chen Feng turned his head and ignored, the cowboy grinned and slapped Chen Feng’s back hard.

“Hahaha, yes, I like it!”

He tapped his finger on the wall of the glass to signal the bartender to add the wine, and the man picked up the cigar on the counter table again, squinting his eyes and sipping with enjoyment.

“What is your name?”

“Chen Feng.”

He spit out a smoke ring, the smoke filled.

“Chen Feng, uh… wait, Chen, Chen Feng?” The cowboy seemed to think of something suddenly, and his eyes widened.

“The Chen Feng who previously reported on the SSS-rated clearance copy from the space?!”

He suddenly grabbed Chen Feng’s shoulders with both hands, and almost fell off the bar stool with excitement.