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201: Chapter 185 [Armand’s Trophy Warehouse, Open for a Limited Ti!] 201: Chapter 185 [Armand’s Trophy Warehouse, Open for a Limited Ti!] Watching the excited Undead gather around, Moon Slash Blade nodded, and relayed the information he had obtained after clearing, from the “Pigeoneer Mother” banshee: “Right, it seems there’s a ranking after clearing.”

Just at this mont, a few Soldiers carrying wooden signboards walked over.

That’s a tily update.

NPCs manually updating, filled with a sense of realism.

It was again the familiar wooden signboard, the classic Star Dragon style.

When the text appeared on it, the surrounding Undead beca unsettled.

[No.1: Moon Slash Blade, Ti: 8h33m18s]

For now, only Moon Slash Blade had successfully cleared, and his success was not at all replicable; he purely lucked out and found an invincible super model weapon and then relied on the weapon to one-shot the Corpse Dragon.

Even so, when Moon Slash Blade’s ID appeared on the board, the excited look in the eyes of the surrounding Undead could not be hidden.

Rankings, those who haven’t made it will coolly comnt: “Tch, I’m not interested in this.”

But if one did accidentally make the list, they’d probably want to refresh it eight hundred tis a day for fear their na might fall off the list.

“What’s the use of the rankings, do they give any real rewards?” soone asked a very fundantal question.

For the Undead who liked speedrunning, who enjoyed gaplay, the Banshee’s Dream rankings were highly attractive.

But for those Undead who weren’t interested in this segnt, the rankings weren’t that important since they wouldn’t play anyway.

“Clearing it will give Star Dragon Stones, and if you’re at the top of the periodic leaderboard when it’s settled, you’ll also be rewarded with Star Dragon Stones,” Moon Slash Blade said.

What Star Dragon Stones were used for, nobody knew.

Lately, in Star Dragon City, it seed you could hear and see ntions of Star Dragon Stones everywhere.

It was a special currency, but what it was used for would probably need to wait for an update.

So why hadn’t Star Dragon City updated yet?

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Thick horse hooves landed on the ground, leaving behind hoof prints of varying depths.

Serene, sitting atop a pile of goods on the wagon, once the spirited “Lord Serene”, had vanished without a trace, his face, once as handso as an Elf’s, now withered, his cheeks devoid of flesh with his cheekbones sticking out and lips turned pale, as though he had indulged himself too much.

The dark circles under his eyes seed to be crying out about the countless sleepless nights, the bloodshot in his eyes making him look as fragile as glass, as if he could crumble at any mont.

The long hair combed from left to right swayed to the back with the bumps of the wagon, blowing in the wind, revealing the stubborn and smooth top of Serene’s head that he tried to hide with hair from both sides.

The male pattern baldness that brought despair to all n was a side effect of Serene’s excessive thinking.

Once upon a ti, as one of the nine powerhouses of Leon Territory, Serene was so full of vigor, leading his n to the Bonfire Church to beco a Supply Fla Knight, and then turning to enslave the Magma Earth Dragon.

But what awaited him next was not triumphant conquest, nor was it shocking everyone; instead, there were only nightmares.

Although Serene had expressed his wish to pledge loyalty to Lord Lind on nurous occasions, Lord Lind would always digress.

Now, finally freed from being exploited, he could travel to Star Dragon City as a loyal follower to et Lord Lind, although it might an a new round of exploitation awaited him.

Serene had seen the production lines of Prey Town.

To be honest, it was very busy—thousands of people supplying a few hundred, and all with pure handcraftsmanship.

Saying they were run ragged was no exaggeration.

But it was better than continuing to lose hair.

Twenty or so Catastrophe Warhorses quietly followed behind, pulling wagons full of goods, while Serene looked towards the towering walls of Star Dragon City in the distance.

“Indeed, they are much higher than Leon City’s old walls.”

Serene had always been inford about what happened in Leon City; Lord Lind often had Soldiers deliver news back, to inspire the ordinary people in town.

About the difficulties they overca, the enemies they defeated—providing common folk with important topics for post-al conversations and acting as a tonic to give everyone hope.

The number of young n hoping to enlist in the army was slowly growing.

Perhaps the majority were still hesitant to participate, but as victories and glories accumulated, there would always be young people who couldn’t resist the allure in their veins, voluntarily stepping onto the battlefield.

Old Chelly had once worried about depleting resources, even considering controlling the population to save food, but Lord Lind had refused.

As it turned out, they never ran out of food; they couldn’t understand how Lind could keep bringing back more and more food.

At the gates of Star Dragon City, the NPC Lion Badge on Serene’s chest successfully passed the identity verification.

“Follow , bring the goods this way.”

Serene nodded, carefully used his hands to gather the hair on the left side to cover the shiny bald spot on his head.

Entering the city, Serene felt an increasing sense of unreality as she looked at the Star Dragon City, which was completely different from the Leon City she once knew.

The towering and sharp architectures constituted the main style of Star Dragon City, with broad roads that were a far cry from the muddy streets of the old Leon City.

No odd slls, no sorrowful common people, and of course, they wouldn’t be seen here, as they had all been sent to work in Prey Town.

Serene, with her caravan of wagons, attracted the attention of many Undead, but the vast majority paid her no mind.

The ga was designed very realistically, where all goods didn’t appear out of nowhere; every so often, NPCs would refresh and bring a batch of items to Star Dragon City.

This ti, it was just a stubborn diterranean man delivering goods, a sight the Undead had long grown accustod to.

In an open space, Serene saw Lind, who wasn’t wearing Armor but was wrapped in a thick robe.

The wind, fluttering his robe around his body, outlined a silhouette too imposing to be ignored.

It hadn’t been long since she last saw him, but Lind’s aura had grown much stronger.

There was also a figure standing beside him that Serene found familiar.

Not good!

Serene instinctively wanted to cover her face.

“Lord, when will Serene co?” Milan looked forward eagerly.

Having heard that Serene would be coming to Star Dragon City today, not only to formally pledge allegiance to Lind but also to beco responsible for the mounts, she took the initiative to co over and wait together.

She had long harboured a favorable impression of Serene, and now that they had both changed their allegiances but still fell under Lind’s managent, it was surely fate.

“Isn’t that her coming?” Lind nodded his chin toward the direction of the arriving wagons to point them out.

“Where’s Serene?”

Milan looked around but didn’t see Serene, only a diterranean in a cloth robe, covering his face, looking overly indulgent.

“Serene uh” Suddenly, Milan covered her mouth.

She felt her long-maintained affections were so fragile.

Could that diterranean man be…

The visual impact was strong, but the impact on her soul was even stronger.

“I’m not!” Serene, covering her face, wanted to cry but had no tears.

But the Catastrophe Warhorse had already brought her right before Lind and the other person, so she had no choice but to descend from the wagon and weakly cover her face with her hands.

Milan looked at those beautiful hands, her heart contracting painfully.

Serene’s elegance and handsoness weren’t limited to just her face; those hands were also quite enticing.

Many would praise Serene for having beautiful hands, but if she was really a diterranean, would anyone still care whether her hands were attractive or not?

“So what if it’s male pattern baldness?” Lind lowered his voice, walked over to Serene, and patted her shoulder gently, saying, “I’ve asked Miss Miko, Miss Brittany, and Miss Morena to study it, from Magic Potions to spices to souls.

They will definitely find a way for you to grow your hair back.”

“Really?” Serene’s eyes lit up as she looked at Lind.

However, due to the sudden movent of sharply raising her head, she revealed her weathered face.

Milan’s heart throbbed even more fiercely.

Just a mont ago, she had only seen a fraction, but now she saw it all, and felt a concrete calmness sealing over her heart.

In her mind were now only images of Serene’s current shriveled face with a receding hairline.

Even if Serene truly reverted to the dashing Lord Serene one day, she feared she would no longer be able to feel excitent in her heart.

Lind patted Serene on the shoulder and said, “Let’s move the stuff inside first.”

This was the warehouse built by Lind, which he nad “Armand’s Trophy Warehouse,” though it didn’t actually contain any spoils of war.

In the past, the Undead enjoyed killing enemies and stripping their gear, but as Lind acquired more and more skilled craftsn, the equipnt looted from enemies was far inferior in both attributes and aesthetics.

Gradually, those trophies beca discarded junk no one cared about.

Lind’s actions were never futile; he wanted the title of Newbie Village Chief to be accepted by all Undead, and to beco the faction that every Undead desired to join.

Not only that, but he also aid to create the concept that “Star Dragon products, a mark of quality.”

As for ga balance, ga experience, and the like, what did they have to do with Lind?

He would love for all the Undead close to him to beco stronger, and for all those troublemakers to quit the ga.

It’d be best if they all stopped playing.

After a bustle of activity, everything was moved inside, and the next task required finer work:

Packaging.

Using “treasure chests” for packaging was most appropriate.

The chests, haphazardly crafted from nailed wooden planks, seed unremarkable, but they might just contain so interesting treasures inside.

The items were personally placed inside by Lind, and even he felt a little tempted to open a chest and try his luck.

To ensure randomness yet also provide a “guaranteed prize,” careful consideration went into arranging the prizes.

The grand prize should not be won imdiately, but there must be a certainty that soone could win it.

What followed was simple.

“Armand’s Trophy Warehouse, open for a limited ti!”