Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the unnamed town of Anurad, although Angora had been away for a few days, under the management of the old mayor (Vela's father), the town did not fall into chaos.
Although there were no new System buildings to look forward to in Angora's absence and the Players had become a little lazy, they could still accept quests from the noticeboard, and the dungeon key to open the Living Dead Cellar could be obtained from Leah Yakaran, the Princess of War. That was why the Players' daily lives were basically unaffected.
Of course, it was just the pace of life that had changed. The Players were not too lazy in both their attitude and actions.
Rather, it could be said that after the appearance of the forum and players discovered that they could post posts like "A newbie has dropped this item (Level 20 Purple Rare), would you like to know if it's good or not" to show off, a faint trend of competition appeared in the forum.
As believers of the God of Games, the Players were naturally not competing for luxury items such as watches and sneakers, but for higher levels and better equipment.
That left many Players motivated to level up and clear dungeons, hoping that they could get a piece of gold-tier legendary equipment and dazzle the eyes of other Players on the forum.
Xi Wei was naturally encouraging that, even though he knew that there was no other gold-tier legendary equipment in the equipment pool at the moment.
All in all, in terms of efficiency, the Players were much more efficient than they were before they were salted.
Moreover, as their levels increased, they could fight the black-robed bishop even if they ran into him in the Living Dead Cellar.
Some of the Players even came up with strategies to quickly farm the black-robed bishop and kill the Rotten Bones Archbishop.
The former was faster, while the latter would die faster.
After all, the Players would not be able to escape the fate of being wiped even if they ran into the Rotten Bones Archbishop. Therefore, it was better to hurry up and save time to explore the Valley of the Tragic Dead and the Gray Fjord Inner Sea.
That made the Players miss the days when Marni still fantasized about dungeons. He would run into the Rotten Bones Archbishop twice a day, and the Rotten Bones Archbishop would only appear twice a day. In other words, he was using his own life to pave the way for the safety of other Players.
Still, after realizing that he was losing money by farming dungeons, Marni finally gave up on the dungeons and became engrossed in doing business and exploring the less dangerous Gray Fjord Sea, leaving many Players to sigh in regret …
Joey Abbot (the middle-aged Hunter who wanted Jim and Terry to be his sons) was walking along the streets of the town with a few other Hunters from his village. He was following behind a veteran player who was famous among the newbies. He was a player who loved to carry smurfs. He planned to clear the Living Dead Cellar with the help of the veteran player.
"That's why positioning is the most important. When the time comes, you just need to find an opportunity to circle behind the Instance Dungeon Boss and directly attack its ass." The man enthusiastically shared his thoughts with Joey and the others. "Remember the chocobos that invaded your village? But I stabbed him in the ass, dealt tons of damage, and saved your village! "
"Huh? But I remember that you were kicked by that chocobo back then …" a Hunter said innocently.
Before he could finish, Joey knocked him on the head. "What are you talking about! Brother Gang was so kind to share his experience with us. Why are you talking nonsense here? Hurry up and say thank you, Brother Vulcan! "
"Thank you, Brother Vulcan!" the Hunters said in unison.
Suddenly, one of the Players yelled from the intersection. "The Black Hand is here!"
The rather lively street fell silent at once. Moments later, the Players scattered like birds and beasts, fearful that they would not be able to avoid the so-called 'Black Hand'.
In the space of a breath or two, the only person left on the street aside from Joey and the other newbies was a cabbage that kept spinning on the ground.
Joey looked worriedly at Vulcan, who had a grim look on his face. "Could the Black Hand they're talking about be some troublesome person that we shouldn't provoke?"
"From a certain point of view." Vulcan nodded.
That reminded Joey of his days as a Hunter, when he went to the city to sell furs and ran into those arrogant princes like the sons of archbishops.
Their experience as Players had made Joey and the others fond of life in the Church of Games.
That was precisely why Joey couldn't help feeling a great sense of disappointment at the sight — he never thought that the Church of Games would have someone like that.
"Who's the Black Hand?! I'm Zonyan Grayclaw! "
A man who was dressed no different from any other Player appeared at the intersection, complaining loudly in dissatisfaction at the Players who were running away.
"He doesn't look like a bad person, does he?" Joey's compatriot asked Vulcan quietly.
"Bad? No, that's not what I meant when I said we shouldn't provoke him. The truth is that Zonyan is quite good and skilled, but he's unlucky. "Vulcan shook his head." You know how to loot corpses, right? That's when monsters die in a dungeon and their bodies haven't disappeared, and you can loot their drops directly. "
Joey and the rest nodded in agreement. They had naturally learned about the dungeon's general knowledge.
"The so-called black hand means that you can't find any good loot from the corpses," Vulcan explained.
"Isn't that just bad luck? Is there a need to be so scared? "One of the Hunters asked, confused.
"You're still too young." Vulcan shook his head. "You know about the Bone-colored Thorns set, right? It's the best set of equipment in the Living Dead Cellar, and it usually drops one part every three dungeons. But after we got the Black Hand, for a whole month … "
"Nothing happened?" Joey tried to guess.
"No, it's the Bone-colored Thorns Right Arm that dropped for a whole month, and nothing else."
The newbies' faces all changed in horror.
No wonder the Bone-colored Thorns Right Arm (Gauntlet) was the only item in the trade thread on the forums that was so cheap that even newbies like them could get one.
"Why are you so clear about that, Vulcan?" Joey asked curiously.
Hence, Vulcan, who had been excitedly talking about the dark history of the Black Hand froze, his expression pained as if remembering something he couldn't bear to recall …
"Yo, if it isn't Vulcan! Is your dungeon party still lacking members? " Zonyan finally noticed Vulcan who was mingling among the newbies, and greeted him with a smile as he walked towards him.
Vulcan's expression was somber as he pressed down on Zonyan's shoulder with both hands, and spoke solemnly to his former teammate.
"Refresh and retrain."
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