Chapter 180: Chapter 163 The New Strategy Group’s Miserable Defeat_3
In this battle, Leon won the Sun Badge, but what about the other side?
Inside the Fire Transmission Ceremony, every mber of the New Strategy Group sat on the stone steps, their heads hung in a massive display of Discouragent Brother cosplay.
Each person felt as if a ghost from the Superman Series’ Spirit Fruit had passed through their body, with imnse dejection, feeling as if their re existence was a waste of the world’s resources and that they were to be blad for any future collapse due to the universe’s resource shortage.
Especially Luluwo, the very person who triggered "The Great Invasion Era," was now reaping the whirlwind, disheartened to the point of nearly shedding tears.
Ever since she arrived at the Sain Dungeon, her life’s mantra "to take shortcuts" has repeatedly failed and even backfired, causing her to question herself.
Berto saw all this and clenched his teeth.
No, this won’t do, we have to lift everyone’s spirits!
As the most responsible mber of the team, Berto made a decision—he would organize and release the current information about the graveyard area!
Releasing information = getting praise from the outside world = everyone pulling themselves together, an equation ford in his mind.
And luckily, he had a summary of the information on him.
Although it wasn’t perfect, it was still useful for adventurers, so it should receive so praise, right?
It took so persuading to get the discouraged team out of the Dungeon and join him on the way to the adventurer’s guild to release the information.
Berto was confident, but on the way, he overheard so people’s conversation.
"Little Pot is so cute, if the graveyard area weren’t so dangerous, I’d love to go there and play with them every day."
"Hey, hasn’t the Strategy Group released information about that area? Just follow the guide, if you try a few tis you’ll make it through."
"Besides, the rewards from Big Pot are aweso, I beat my nesis with it, heh, I love them to bits."
What’s all this about Little Pot and Big Pot?
Berto’s pupils contracted, although he didn’t understand what these people ant by pots and rewards, what he did catch was—has the Strategy Group already made the information public?
Impossible, how could they have explored so fast?
It must be temporary, their progress is lower than ours, there are definitely things we know that they don’t!
Our information is still useful! At least for now!
Feeling the urgency, he hurried his companions to the adventurer’s guild. There was no ti to transcribe more copies of the information, he decided to announce it all in front of everyone, perhaps they could still turn things around.
When he pushed open the door, he paused, thinking he had entered the wrong place.
Because... why was everyone in the guild wearing flower crowns?
Most people inside wore yellow flower crowns, roughly made, yet filled with a child’s sincerity. Even the burliest n were happily touching their crowns, cheeks flushed with joy.
Berto heard more words like "Little Pot" and "Friendly Pot," and saw soone selling models of an Earth Magic-created item nad Little Pot. Up close, he recognized it as a miniature version of the Warrior Pot they had previously defeated.
How had this item suddenly beco popular in the city after spending a whole day in the Dungeon?
Intuition told him sothing was off, but he still stood on a table and announced loudly:
"Folks, we have the latest Dungeon information to release for free!"
Adventure enthusiasts imdiately gathered around when they heard this, recognizing them as the so-called New Strategy Group, their interest in the information heightened.
As Berto quickly read out the information, the crowd below began to murmur.
"Most of this information seems to have been ntioned by Maru and others this morning."
"Listen carefully, there are so differences. It’s kind of useful."
"Hmm... indeed, there’s a bit more information than what Maru and her group provided; the New Strategy Group is quite capable."
Praise started to circulate among the adventurers, generous with complints when happy.
The mbers of the New Strategy Group gradually regained the sparkle in their eyes, their spirits lifting. Look, their information was ultimately stronger than the Strategy Group’s!
A smile curled on Berto’s lips, and he read out a piece of information he thought was trivial.
"On the way to the Death Knight, you’ll encounter a Warrior Pot being attacked by Monsters. Destroy it to obtain a yellow flower, its use is unknown at the mont!"
Suddenly, the guild fell silent.
Unaware, Berto took out a crumpled yellow wildflower from his pocket, held it up and said:
"There’s a Hidden Door in the room where the Warrior Pot blocks the entrance, once inside you’ll see a graveyard full of flora, and there you can—"
Abruptly, a muscular man wearing a flower crown interrupted him, asking in a grim tone, "Did you guys kill Little Pot?"
"What?"
Berto was stunned, only then noticing sothing peculiar.
The expressions of everyone looking at us... why are they so strange?
Where did all the praise go?
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