Chapter 1049: F**k Your Mother, F**k Your Dad!
Old Qin was so startled that he quickly dodged to the side. The great axe almost grazed his clothes as it slammed heavily into the ground.
Old Qin even felt the ground beneath his feet tremble from the impact.
After dodging, Old Qin swung his axe backhanded, slashing it into the fat guy's body. Only a tiny trace of blood spurted out, and a damage number of "12" floated above the giant axe-wielding man's head, while his health bar barely changed.
In *Bloodborne*, players can choose whether to display damage numbers and enemy health bars, but the vast majority opt to show them.
Otherwise, this game would be really hard to play.
"Damn, he's so tanky! Wait, hold on, buddy! This guy feels a lot like the Winged Knight!"
Old Qin exclaimed in shock while quickly backing away, but the big axe guy was relentless, jogging after him and swinging his great axe wildly, chopping up the surrounding wooden crates and debris into splinters.
Old Qin had no doubt that if this big axe guy hit him, he'd be dead in at most two strikes.
"But as a tough guy, how could I back down in a situation like this? Let me tell you, I've seen plenty of monsters bigger than you. Don't think just because you're fat, I won't fight you."
"Is Gundyr tough? Is the Asylum Demon tough? I chat and laugh with them. I'm putting it out there today—I've got my eye on that great axe you're holding!"
Old Qin checked his inventory—he still had 12 blood vials. Even if he had to grind it out, he could wear this guy down, right?
A real man must face all kinds of powerful monsters head-on. Even in the world of *Bloodborne*, how could he disgrace the Undead?
"Let's go!"
Old Qin retreated, luring the big axe guy toward the open area where he had already cleared out the smaller enemies, while gripping his own axe tightly.
Although this big axe guy looked fierce, Old Qin had the foundation of *Dark Souls*, and the VR version of *Bloodborne* allowed for free movement and dodging, making it a bit easier to avoid the monster's attacks.
Old Qin's focus was razor-sharp. Every time he got hit, he chugged a blood vial, and while his axe's damage was a bit low, it was still passable.
His desire for the monster's great axe drove Old Qin to overcome his fear. The man and the monster kept circling each other for a full seven or eight minutes before the big axe guy let out a wail and collapsed to the ground.
By then, Old Qin had gone from 12 blood vials down to just 1.
The barrage comments were already blown away, filled with "66666."
"So strong!"
"It's Que Shen!"
"Que Shen playing for him, confirmed!"
"Que Shen is so good, nothing like that pathetic Qin!"
Old Qin wiped the sweat from his forehead, even though his in-game character wasn't actually sweating.
"You're so damn tough, why don't you go link the fire?"
"Let me see what good stuff you drop, being this strong."
Old Qin watched the white light emerge from the big axe guy's body, rubbed his hands excitedly, and picked it up.
3 blood vials.
"Go screw your grandpa! I used 11 vials and got 3 in return? I'm so..."
"Is there something good in that pile of coffins behind you?"
Old Qin refused to give up. He ran back to the area where the big axe guy had been wandering and searched thoroughly, smashing every wooden crate he could, but still found nothing.
"And yet there's really nothing here. Very realistic..."
"Damn, he looks like a boss, and all he drops is three blood vials. You should at least be something like a Black Knight, I'm saying."
"Alright, at least I got this great axe. It wasn't all for nothing."
Old Qin tried to pick up the great axe from the ground, but it was too heavy—he couldn't even swing it.
With this axe's weight, Old Qin could at most drag it around with both hands. Using it to fight was impossible because his strength stat wasn't high enough.
But the most infuriating part was that this great axe, like other weapons, didn't show specific stat requirements. He had no idea how much strength he needed to wield it.
"Forget it, I'm heading back. I'll sit by the lamp to rest, refill my blood vials, and see if I can level up, add some strength, and use this great axe."
Old Qin dragged the great axe with both hands, huffing and puffing as he walked back to the lamp.
[This lamp can now transport you to the Hunter's Dream. Upon death, you will awaken at this lamp.]
"?? What does that mean?"
Before Old Qin could react, his vision went black.
A moment later, Old Qin woke up, finding himself lying on the ground.
He struggled to his feet and saw a strangely shaped church ahead. Strictly speaking, it wasn't a church but the Hunter's Workshop, though for most players, it was hard to tell the difference from the outside.
Old Qin dusted himself off and suddenly realized something infuriating.
"Where's my great axe? The one I worked so hard to get by killing that fat guy?"
Old Qin's hands were empty, and there was nothing on the ground nearby. He opened his inventory—blood vials and quicksilver bullets were still there, but not a single weapon.
"Damn! Using the lamp clears all weapons?! How am I supposed to play this game?"
Old Qin was getting angry. He felt his efforts had been insulted.
I earned that axe with my own skill—why can't I use it?
And on top of that, his blood vials hadn't been restored. He still had only 4, just like before.
"Seriously, sitting by the lamp doesn't even restore my Estus flasks? This is crap!"
Old Qin walked up the stairs empty-handed, and there he saw messengers on the steps holding up some items.
Looking closer, it was three weapons.
As he approached, the UI prompted: "Accept a gift from the messengers."
[The messengers will provide you with a trick weapon. Please choose one.]
[Trick weapons are wielded in the right hand and used when hunting beasts.]
[Although hunters can also pick up weapons from maddened villagers, it's clear that relying on those to complete a hunt is impossible.]
Old Qin stared at the last line of the description and fell silent.
"F**k your mother, f**k your dad!!"
The barrage viewers instantly burst into laughter.
"Hahaha, Que Shen is so cute! All that analysis like a tiger, but the result is zero wins out of five attempts."
"No wonder the weapons picked up earlier couldn't be stored in the bag or had no stat descriptions—turns out the weapons given here are the real deal!"
"Poor Que. Normally, you just die to the werewolf and come here to pick a weapon, but Que Shen actually stubbornly killed the big axe guy with a tiny axe, 23333."
"F**k your mother, f**k your dad! Haha, I feel like this will become a new meme!"
Old Qin was speechless. There were so many tricks in this game—he couldn't guard against them all!
Who would have thought that in *Bloodborne*, you had to die once to get your weapons?!
Thinking back to how he had challenged the big axe guy with a broken axe from a monster, he felt like he had completely lost his mind...