Might of Players 51 – Digging Through Guts for Glory

---Third POV---

"Drop items?" Garble showed a skeptical look. "This ga shouldn't have rewards that appear out of thin air, right?"

Aside from the ga interface, the ga scenes were absurdly realistic. Quest items and shop goods wouldn't appear out of nowhere—they had to be taken out of a warehouse by NPCs.

Even the rewarded magicoins were just numbers. To get physical currency, you had to specifically find an NPC to exchange them.

NeverShowOff kept his head down and worked diligently.

"Who knows? No harm in searching."

"True, I'll join too!" ProGar_Daddy brushed the mud off his arms and started searching through the pile of worm corpses.

Seeing they couldn't be stopped, Garble and Hedgehog shook their heads helplessly and also picked up their Thornleaf Blades.

After all, they'd have to clean up later anyway, so rummaging through the corpses one more ti made no difference.

Red-scaled worms were like a type of overly large beneficial insect.

They significantly enriched the soil and promoted plant growth, mainly feeding on wild fruits, soil, and rotting leaves.

After searching through the corpses of three worms, Garble gained a deeper understanding of that last statent.

Despite having a mouth large enough to swallow a person whole, they could only eat wild fruits and decaying leaves.

All because of their inefficient digestive systems.

Inside the corpses, he found undigested ground fruits from yesterday, or possibly even the day before, that had been fed to them.

Because red-scaled worms preferred cool and damp environnts, these ground fruits looked fresher than those left directly outdoors.

Besides that, there were also twigs, grass roots, and even unidentifiable rotting at.

None of these items had any signs of gastric erosion—they were completely indigestible!

Garble couldn't help but pause. "It feels like we're digging through a trash pile."

"Agreed," ProGar_Daddy replied. "How co we didn't notice these things carrying so much junk during the fight?"

With half their stomachs filled with indigestible food, how did they even survive?

NeverShowOff chuckled bitterly. "Looks like cutting them into pieces was actually doing them a favor."

It helped them eject all the indigestible garbage they'd eaten in the past few days through dismbernt.

Among the digested ss before them were items they'd recently consud.

He noticed a glimr of white light, out of the corner of his eye.

He froze.

Turning his Thornleaf Blade, he stabbed it into the pile of digestive matter, twisted his wrist, and the blade struck sothing hard.

Clearing away the debris, NeverShowOff's eyes lit up.

"Look at this!"

It was a square-shaped black iron hamr, with a handle made of wood embedded with tal rings. The design was rough but visually striking.

The hamr's head was inlaid with a gem so dark it was indistinguishable from the hamr itself.

The white light he saw earlier was the gem reflecting the light.

ProGar_Daddy ca over and gestured at the hamr. It was nearly a ter long.

"Damn, how could these mindless worms eat sothing like this?!"

A ter long!

Even after being cut into eight pieces, the hamr was nearly half the length of a red-scaled worm.

Wiping the stomach fluids off the handle, Garble noticed it was engraved with a crossed hamr and battle axe, likely so sort of symbol.

"The wooden handle is of exceptional quality. Despite being in the stomach for so long, the carvings are completely intact."

Hedgehog's jaw dropped. "So monsters really can drop items?!"

No way a red-scaled worm was brainless enough to swallow an iron hamr it couldn't eat.

Judging by the hamr's quality, it was definitely a reward item!

NeverShowOff also thought it was extraordinary.

After cleaning off the digestive fluids, he carefully picked up the hamr and was imdiately shocked by its weight.

"So heavy!"

Garble tried lifting it. "Rough estimate: about 40 pounds."

For a worm to move with such a heavy item in its stomach… impressive.

Even gym dumbbells were only 10–20 pounds. This hamr weighed as much as two heavy dumbbells.

And unlike evenly balanced dumbbells, most of the hamr's weight was concentrated at one end.

ProGar_Daddy tried swinging it to test its feel, but the hamr's montum made him stumble two steps forward, nearly face-planting.

He quickly let go. The hamr smashed into the ground, leaving a square dent, and the handle slowly tipped over.

He wiped his face nervously.

"Is this even ant for humans? Using it as a weapon is more of a debuff!"

Hedgehog nodded. "Agreed, even holding it with two hands is hard."

Garble tried storing the hamr in their inventory, then checked the ga interface.

"There's no information about the hamr displayed."

Normally, items stored in the inventory would show their nas on the interface, giving a rough idea of their function.

An extrely basic identification thod.

NeverShowOff said, "Maybe it's lagging. Ever since more players joined, the ga interface has been slower to update sotis."

ProGar_Daddy had a sudden idea:

"Could it be that this type of item needs identification? Should we ask an NPC?"

"Sounds reasonable!" Hedgehog enthusiastically agreed. "This has to be a high-level item!"

NeverShowOff thought about it and found no flaws in the logic.

When faced with a new, unfamiliar feature, asking an NPC was the way to go!

Although Viktor often spoke cryptically, they never outright refused to answer questions.

Still, there was no rush to leave yet.

The four players continued rummaging through the worm pile and managed to find a pair of gloves and a belt.

Both were black with the sa crossed hamr and axe emblem, clearly part of the sa set.

Once they confird there were no more new items, the group reluctantly headed back.

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"Without the red-scaled worm's spawn locations, and with no news from other players, it's hard to tell."

After dismissing yet another player treating him like a wishing lamp, Viktor rested his chin on his hand, deep in thought.

"Why aren't they back yet?"

Calculating the distance between Honeyvale and the swamp, the four players should've returned by now, even if they dragged back the worm corpses.

Why was he still stuck dealing with other players' questions?

Just as Viktor was about to use GM privileges to track the Lucky Stars Squad's progress again, he saw four mud-covered figures kicking up dust in the distance.

"Monster attack!" a player shouted.

Viktor relaxed. "Oh, they're back."

But why were the four of them heading straight toward him?

"Leader~" ProGar_Daddy shouted from afar. "I missed you!"

Viktor gasped, raising a hand to signal for a stop.

"Hold on, just say what you need to. Don't gross out."

Especially after fighting red-scaled worms.

Covered in black gri, dripping unknown fluids, and reeking of sothing unholy.

Garble pulled the hamr set out of their inventory.

"We need your help identifying so items, boss. Do you know what these are?"

A nearby player who had just left after asking Viktor a question happened to pass by. His eyes widened.

"Holy crap, what a cool hamr! This ga actually has decent items?!"

After seeing too many worn-out items with 70-80% durability, encountering a flawless item felt like the ga's art style had shifted.

"And these gloves! They even have scales!" he exclaid in delight.

"Wait until you've tried carrying them; then you'll stop being so excited," ProGar_Daddy said.

It wasn't just the hamr. The newly obtained belt and gloves were also several tis heavier than normal items.

The player's eyes sparkled. "This kind of opportunity exists?"

"..."

Unlike the playful player, Viktor imdiately noticed the symbol engraved on all three items.

"A hamr crossing with an axe… this is the Slting Hamr!"

"Slting Hamr?" Garble repeated. "What's that?"

"It's the symbol of Bern's church, the ancient Fla and Forging God. I've ntioned it before, haven't I?"

NeverShowOff, Garble, and Hedgehog exchanged blank looks, clearly clueless.

God of Fla? God of Forging?

What are those supposed to be?

ProGar_Daddy slapped his forehead and exclaid excitedly, "I know! It's the ancient god who created the dwarves!"

"That's right. Obsidian Steel Warhamr, Thunderhide, and the Lava-Weave Belt—they're standard items for mbers of their church."

Viktor picked up the gloves on the ground, which were visibly smaller than those for an adult human.

"They're protective gear made from the scales of thunder beasts. Only wealthy master forgers can afford them."

"You must've encountered a mid-to-high-ranking mber of the Slting Hamr, and they were likely a dwarf."

Both the warhamr and gloves were sized perfectly for dwarves.

A 40-pound warhamr might be heavy for a human. But for a dwarf, it was just the right weight to unleash its full power.

All three items showed little wear and tear, far from being discarded.

Who would've thought that after such a short ti apart, the four players could stumble upon another new developnt?

Although dwarves were naturally talented at forging, it was still difficult to train a master-level forger.

Viktor couldn't wait to ask, "Where did you find these items?"

To build city walls strong enough to resist a magical tide, they'd need a professional forger. This discovery was like finding a pillow when you're drowsy!

A master forger as equipped as a walking armory had wandered into the Great Oak Forest?

If Viktor could persuade—or, rather, intimidate—them into joining The Watchers, there'd be no need to hunt down other forgers elsewhere!

"Huh? Found them? Weren't these just monster drops?" ProGar_Daddy scratched his head.

"All of this ca from the red-scaled worms?" Viktor imdiately picked up on the key detail.

Those mindless soft-bodied creatures, hellbent on eating themselves to death, were indeed capable of such bizarre actions.

"Hurry! Let's go after them!" he quickly made a decision.

The red-scaled worms had fought with the players just yesterday.

These items couldn't have been in their stomachs for more than a day, so their feeding grounds couldn't be far!

If they hurried, they might even save the poor dwarf!

It wasn't pessimism on Viktor's part.

If even their weapons and personal items had been eaten by a red-scaled worm—a creature not even considered a magical beast—then this daring master forger who ventured into the Great Oak Forest probably wasn't great at combat.

Viktor stood up, pulling his wizard robe tight.

The exposed skeletal hand moved slightly, and a long, twisted, black vine-like staff appeared in his grasp.

He took half a step forward but paused.

"No, the situation outside is too chaotic. Only Garble should co with ."

The familiar ti-limited quest window popped up, and Garble accepted it without hesitation.

"Got it!"

A quest that required the faction leader's personal involvent had to be significant.

Plus, it was a chance to explore outside the town with soone offering protection—why wouldn't he take it?

"Wait, are we jumping straight into a special storyline now?" Hedgehog was dumbfounded.

As Viktor and Garble departed, ProGar_Daddy shouted indignantly, "Why didn't I get picked when I was standing closest? Is my reputation not high enough yet?"

"Maybe it's because he chose wind magic, which is useful for traveling and escaping," NeverShowOff speculated.

They could've followed if they wanted to.

But following as part of a quest or just tagging along voluntarily could lead to completely different outcos.

Since soone from their team was going, they'd just wait for Garble to return and share the story.

ProGar_Daddy reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

"I was planning to ask Viktor about the chanics of light magic attacks!"

He couldn't shake the feeling that his skills were knock-offs.

Why could other players master all aspects of a skill imdiately after learning it, while he had to figure things out on his own?

Hedgehog's eyes widened. "Did you just say you want to ask an undead how to attack with light magic?" Does that even sound logical?

"What choice do I have? Edgar is nowhere to be found. Is there even a third NPC in this ga who knows magic?"

ProGar_Daddy sprawled in the chair where Viktor had just been basking in the sun.

He had to admit, the chair was quite comfy.

Hedgehog said, "Isn't the mascot supposed to be so kind of God of Light?"

"You an the goddess? She can't even speak human language—don't make things harder for her."

As for the one they didn't ntion, Alyanne, she was even more of a handful.

Not only was there a language barrier, but spending more ti with her tended to lower favorability, comparable to working under a strict boss.

Every new player had been docked points by her at so point. Even ProGar_Daddy had a favorability score of -7 with her.

Better to admire a beauty from afar and avoid unnecessary trouble.

NeverShowOff mused, "Edgar disappearing for three days is a bit suspicious."

"Maybe it's because he found out he was carried around town and embarrassed?" Hedgehog suggested.

ProGar_Daddy rested his elbows on his knees, striking a "thinker" pose. He spoke in a deep voice, "The mont a new NPC arrived, he handed over all his duties. I'm telling you, my original suspicion was correct!"

Hedgehog blinked. "What suspicion?"

"Edgar is from the divine faction! The next ti he appears, it'll be as a boss with a health bar!"

He delivered his theory with passionate conviction.

Even Hedgehog and the passing players couldn't help but applaud.

"Brilliant deduction!"

NeverShowOff shook his head with a laugh. "If Edgar hears you badmouthing him, he'll deal with you for sure!"

Just one promo video and a resurrection ritual were enough to make players understand the vast power gap between them and Edgar.

That guy could literally one-shot them like children.

Careful, or their trash-talking might get them chased by an NPC with a sword one day.

The mud on NeverShowOff's body was almost dry, making him uncomfortable. As he shifted, flakes of dried mud fell off.

"Let's put everything else aside for now. There's still a pile of red-scaled worm corpses in the swamp we haven't cleaned up. Let's finish that and go wash up!"

ProGar_Daddy gave an "okay" gesture.

"That's easy—leave it to !"