"It's Saturday tomorrow. What's everyone's plans?" While farming monsters in Poisonous Marshlands southeast of Desolate Outpost, Give dicine asked.
"Tackling the Inner Demon instance dungeon again?" a player suggested while stuffing materials into his backpack.
"Eh… Going back again?" A player not that keen on rushing for first clears objected. "We shouldn't go right now. Those three instances are impossible to beat. It's better if everyone advances to Level 2 first."
"I don't want to go either. Dying and getting kicked offline all weekend is way too frustrating."
Players who wanted to attempt the instance dungeons weren't pleased and voiced out their support. "When are we going to go, then? Potential values only increase by about one or two a day at most. Reaching Level 2 requires 100 Potential values, and our average right now is below 70."
"We only have two days in a week to access these instances. It'd be a waste not to go. Even if we can't clear it, gaining experience is beneficial."
"Yea, if we don't clear content now, how do we have future progress? If we don't try it now, it will still be impossible to clear in the future."
"So many people have gotten new gear from the siege event. Maybe we might be able to clear it now?"
"Of course we challenge it! If we don't fight for the first clear, others will get it!"
Seeing quite a number willing to challenge the instance dungeons, Give dicine turned to Qin Guan and asked, "What do you think, Vanilla? I feel that our chances this week are better than last. We had no warriors last week, and our only mage was Blossom. This week, we've gotten a few more warriors while Fish and Baobao have also completed their job advancents. We can at least form three raid teams."
Qin Guan, who had been depressed since the mayoral election results ca out, nodded reluctantly. He then turned to Blossoming Strokes and asked weakly, "Blossom, what do you think?"
"I find you annoying."
Qin Guan: "??"
"Nothing." Blossoming Strokes kept a straight face and turned away from him to address everyone. "Those willing to challenge the dungeon instance, don't play too late tonight and save so online ti for raiding tomorrow. Gather online before noon."
Qin Guan's mouth twitched. "Hold on, Blossom, there was sothing wrong with the look you gave …"
"Ah, what did you expect?" Blossoming Strokes expressed with displeasure. "So what if you didn't manage to beco mayor? How long are you going to sulk for? So much ga content has been released and you aren't even interested. And you have the audacity to call yourself a top gaming content creator?"
A shudder ran through Qin Guan's body.
He was quite a character, and despite being chided by Blossoming Strokes, he showed no anger and quickly stood up, saying, "I nearly forgot sothing important. Brothers, you guys continue farming monsters, ds will take charge, and Blossom, you manage the materials. I have to go shoot new video content!"
With that, he handed several backpacks filled with materials to Blossoming Strokes and rushed off…
"Don't forget to inform Xiao Zhou and the others to join us tomorrow for raiding!" Blossoming Strokes shouted from behind.
"Got it!" Qin Guan waved his hand.
A stupefied Give dicine: "???"
"What the heck, I tried talking to him for so long but it was all for naught. You just chastised him with two sentences and he listened?!" Give dicine stared at Blossoming Strokes in shock.
"You talked with him about future ga prospects in the ga, like blood alliance plans and stuff like that. Of course, it wouldn't be of any use." Blossoming Strokes rolled her eyes. "We are all adults and have to be realistic! Nothing is more important than real-world prospects! For example, if I lose to Unceasing Entropy in intellectual terms within the ga, I would at most just be pissed for a bit but get over it quickly. However, if anyone dares to say the books I write suck, I would bear grudges to no end!"
Give dicine: "…"
Qin Guan ran all the way back to Desolate Stronghold and first told Xiao Zhou (ID Eight At Once, who ran a gold farming studio), who had been camping out here doing logging quests, regarding the matter of forming a raid team to challenge the Inner Demon instance dungeon tomorrow.
Then, he entered the teleportation point and traveled to Weisshem.
The town of Weisshem and its surrounding area for tens of miles was full of people and lacked monsters to farm. Once players' novelty faded, no one other than idlers and players grinding manual labor quests were willing to co and stroll about.
Coincidentally, the forr number one player, Ou Huang, was among the latter sort. Qin Guan hadn't yet stepped off the platform in the Weisshem Town Hall courtyard when he saw Ou Huang stepping out from the white glow, carrying a woven bag.
"Ou Huang?" Qin Guan trembled and imdiately started recording footage. He approached in a friendly manner. "Boss Ou Huang, you aren't staying in Exile Town anymore? What brings you here? New quests?"
Ou Huang gave the strear a cold look, completely ignoring him, and continued walking.
Qin Guan not only stuck on like a leech but even reached out to touch Ou Huang's woven bag. "Don't be so heartless, Boss Ou Huang. What's in that bag you are carrying? Oh my, why does it feel so hard? Dried boar at? Did you make this yourself? What are you doing with this sort of thing in Weisshem? Isn't it only the Undead rchant Association canteen that accepts this kind of lifestyle class products?"
Ou Huang was as indifferent as an NPC and continued to walk forward, paying absolutely no heed to Qin Guan's endless chatter…
Qin Guan had a video series called "Expert Specials" among his uploads, which was a series on players who stood out due to their unique and humorous approaches.
Of the players he had fild as material, the cold and indifferent Ou Huang was popular among the non-player crowd. This expert player had too much entertainnt value—his forum posts were always laden with emojis, leading those who had never interacted with him to mistakenly think he was a cute girl. However, his in-ga persona was cold as ice, and players all agreed that they had never heard Ou Huang speak more than three sentences.
In addition to his sort of contrast cuteness character, Ou Huang was also the non-player crowd's standard for unconventionality. He didn't join teams, never participated in monster hunting parties or large-scale quests, and refused all types of attempts by others to play together. He single-handedly turned the cooperative online ga into a single-player experience and did so impressively, occasionally posting his experiences on the forum, which would quickly be bumped to the front page.
Qin Guan himself and quite a few of his companions often referred to Ou Huang's forum threads. Now, seeing that Ou Huang had co to Weisshem, Qin Guan imdiately assud that this expert player must have more interesting material that could be fild and thus pestered him shalessly…
This wasn't the first ti Ou Huang had been fild by the shaless Qin Guan, and he calmly walked out of the town hall, turned a few alleys, and arrived at Martin Street.
Currently, it was 6 p.m. on Earth and 11 a.m. in the ga. The marketplace on Martin Street (OtherWorld) would only start getting lively after two in the afternoon. Right now, the whole street was deserted, with very few pedestrians. Only a few shops, a leather workshop, and a bakery were open.
Silent Ou Huang and Qin Guan, constantly making "KABAKABA" sounds, passed through, and the apprentice at the leather workshop gave them a casual glance without barely batting an eyelid. There were so many skeletons roaming the streets daily, and even the mayor was one, so the townsfolk were no longer surprised.
With his big bag in tow, Ou Huang ca to a grocer and entered.
The shop owner, who had been dozing off behind the counter, suddenly snapped awake and stared blankly at the two undead that had entered his shop. He didn't scream in terror or make any attempt to solicit business; there were too many skeletons treating shops on the street as sightseeing spots, and after being troubled for a few days, shopkeepers like him had no choice but to adapt.
Evidently, Ou Huang wasn't here for "sightseeing." He silently walked over to the counter and emptied the contents of his woven bag.
Ou Huang's bag contained only dried wild boar jerky. He had caught boars via the butcher class's trapping skill, slaughtered them accordingly, and cut the at into slices, which were then seasoned with salt and air-dried.
If food products created from lifestyle class professions weren't gray-quality junk but white-quality (common) when "Identified," they could be sold to the Undead rchant Association, and NPCs would have no problem consuming them.
Finally, a look of astonishnt crept into the face of the previously desensitized general goods shop owner.
Ou Huang pointed at the jerky on the counter, then pointed to the boss.
"S-sell to ? Are all these for sale?" The shop owner was montarily stunned as he tried to make out the aning behind this skeleton's gestures.
Of course, Ou Huang didn't understand the native language and repeated his gestures once more.
The grocer boss gulped nervously. Over the past few days, the new lord's n had set up a stall in Martin Street that sold goods at unbelievably low prices, and he had bought quite a bit himself. While he hadn't directly transacted with these undead, who couldn't speak human language, he also didn't have the guts to drive away these two undead who seed to have peaceful intentions.
Thus… the grocer boss bit the bullet and examined the jerky.
The air-dried wild boar jerky had been prepared cleanly and appeared to have quite a generous layer of salt applied on the surface (sugar and salt sold by the rchant Association canteen were cheap). This batch even looked much better than wild ga jerky that hunters brought to sell.
Perking up, the shop owner imdiately weighed the jerky, made so calculations, and counted over a hundred copper coins, stacking them up on the counter.
Ou Huang wasted no ti nor said anything, instantly pocketing all the NPC's copper coins, then turned around and left.
Qin Guan, with a head filled with questions, hurriedly followed behind. "Boss Ou Huang, why are you exchanging white-quality items for gray-quality junk NPC currency which we can't us—"
Before he even finished, Ou Huang turned into the next-door clothing store.
The middle-aged lady boss of the clothing store had a wooden reaction much like the grocery shop owner when she saw the two undead enter her store… Many players ca to poke their heads around her store, too.
Ou Huang looked around at the clothes hung on the wall, then picked out a round-neck pullover and a pair of double-pocket canvas trousers, which he brought over to the counter. He then produced the copper coins that were "Identified" as gray-quality junk to the NPC store owner.
"What the heck?! That works too??" Qin Guan was absolutely flabbergasted.
The lady boss was equally shocked…
Due to the massive sale of affordable fabrics by the new lord's n, business at the clothing stores had beco incredibly challenging. Their store had been closed for the past few days. The lady boss hesitated, then plucked up her courage and nervously picked out 80 copper coins…
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