When the corrosion fog reached the threshold, my sister coughed, and the iron marks on her wrists faded away - that was her fate. If it faded three more times, she would be like Li Er last year, with her wrists rotten and lost in the fog.
And I am the only whiteboarder in the village.
Without the weapon pattern, I couldn't survive ten seconds in the fog; I picked up a living pattern fragment, and I had to fight with the pattern rat to get my hands full of blood; the shop owner of the residual pattern shop was even more ruthless, and dared to ask me for three life-saving fragments with half a jar of pattern patching cream.
They all said, "The whiteboard guy should just stay in the house and wait to die."
It wasn't until I found half a bloody sword-shaped fragment in the mud pit of Broken Sword Valley - it was so hot that my wrist hurt, and the pale golden sword pattern lit up in my palm for the first time, that I knew:
In this era of broken patterns, it's not that there is no way for me to survive, it's that I don't dare to risk my life to enter it.
Now, I want to take my sister:
Cut through the group of tattooed snakes from the shallow fog area and force back the pattern collectors who snatched the fragments;
Go to the deep fog area to team up with the Silver Pattern Team and defeat the Patterned Bear that can smash the tripod-shaped resonator;
Finally, break into the Cauldron Rust Cave and hold in your hands the core of the cauldron pattern that can make the vessel pattern immortal!
Can Wenpu's monopoly? I'm going to lift it;
Minions of the tattooed beast? I will cut;
Is this world saying that people with blank slates don't deserve to live?
Then I'll use the weapon patterns and fragments to show it a way out!
