It's finally done! "
Zonyan couldn't help dropping to his knees with tears in his eyes as he watched the familiar Lifestone reconstruct itself on its own, exclaiming in agony and bitterness.
At first, he had believed that he was lucky to receive the hidden quest and was treated like a chosen child of the Gods since he was the only one among the Players. But now that he remembered it, it was truly a bitter journey …
According to other Players' summaries in the Player forums, there were actually many ways to improve one's reputation in a certain place, but all of them required a long investment of time and resources.
Zonyan's path was naturally the same. Since he was on the Western Continent, he would return to the Eastern Continent directly if he died, which was why he chose to improve his reputation as a safety measure, which was to run errands for the Long Ears and complete various small quests.
Or as the Players were more familiar with it, he was doing daily chores and carrying bricks.
While the other Players were farming dungeons, exploring dungeons, opening new paths and advancing without stopping, he was carrying bricks.
While the other Players were gathering companions and adventuring together, fighting the Marsh Drake and obtaining legendary items, he was carrying bricks.
While the other Players were venturing deep into the Trinia Forests to visit the legendary elven capital, he was carrying bricks.
While the other Players were gathering under the System's guidance to defend Tunaya against the Dead Red Dragon and the Undead Legion, he was moving to another continent, and was still carrying bricks …
F * ck your Heaven's Chosen One, this is simply a brick-moving brick-moving brick-okay!
Beside him, his two brick-carrying companions, Vulcan and Joey were not at all surprised by Zonyan's behavior, and instead nodded in sympathy.
If their god didn't need them, they would have killed themselves and returned to the Eastern Continent when the event started …
For Vulcan, having an event before him but not being able to participate was the most painful torture in the world.
Be that as it may, Zonyan was a loyal person, and the fact that he could survive as a vagabond until now before he became a Player had something to do with his personality. That was why he really couldn't leave Zonyan to carry bricks here alone while he went back to the event and draw the lottery.
On the other hand, Joey didn't give up on the idea of taking Terry and Jim as his godson. He was determined to make a name for himself in the new continent.
It hadn't been long since he became a Player and he had done some menial work in the village, which was why he wasn't too resistant to working with Zonyan, the labor contractor, in the Long Ears' village.
However, it was easy for humans to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.
Joey was already showing signs of it after experiencing various era-defining lifestyles in the Unnamed Town. Still, it was the problem of food that made his days in the Long Ears' village feel like years.
As a former believer of the God of Harvest, even before he converted to the God of Games and tasted all sorts of delicacies from Earth that could make a person's tongue fall off, the food in Joey's village tasted pretty good (there was no God of Gastronomy in this world, and the God of Harvest basically took over the role of the God of Harvest).
On the other hand, the Long Ears' food was boiled with a wild herb called beet grass. The fiber was coarse, the texture was terrible, and it carried the earthy odor and faint bitterness unique to wild herbs. It wasn't delicious even if one were to take ten thousand steps back.
Even so, the Long Ears loved to eat that stuff. Their main dish and side dishes were all made of it, and Joey's face turned green as he dashed towards the color of the beet grass — he was a hunter in the first place, and never experienced such a long vegetarian hell.
Lately, Joey's eyes had turned green whenever he looked at anything that moved, which worried both Zonyan and Vulcan, afraid that he would lose control and return to his old job as a hunter, killing the Long Ears and making spicy rabbit heads for himself …
Speaking of food, Laybit mentioned that the Long Ears' diet used to include things like bracken and mushrooms, but that was back when the Long Ears were still at the Vierlin Plains. It was already good enough that they could eat beet grass now.
Naturally, the Long Ears would have some seafood from time to time due to their proximity to the Dark Tide Coast.
Still, their strong stomachs that could digest coarse plant fibers clearly weren't used to seafood.
Algae and the like were fine since they could digest it slowly as long as it wasn't poisonous. On the other hand, shellfish and snails that were delicacies for nobles were absolute torment for the Long Ears — they would fall into dysentery if they ate a little too much, to the point where they doubted their own existence …
There weren't any beasts nearby to hunt either, and the non-venomous fish and sea monsters were the Long Ears' only source of protein.
The fish were fine since it would be troublesome to catch them without a fishing boat, but they were delicious. The problem was the sea monsters. While their flesh was edible and they wouldn't be difficult to eat apart from a little ammonia taste, the Long Ears would always find half-digested missing tribesmen in their stomachs just before they were ready to cook them, or eat fingers, teeth, or hair from their innards, and the Long Ears were almost traumatized by the way they ate …
"Is this really fine to build?" Laybit frowned as he watched the Lifestone hovering at the center of the altar doubtfully.
Even though Zonyan, a Grayclaw nonhuman, and the other two humans had earned the Long Ears' trust through their actions, Laybit was still worried when he saw the unusual building that was the Lifestone.
"No problem." Zonyan smiled, feeling that he could finally hold his head high, baring his sharp canine teeth. "It could teleport reinforcements to us. With their help, we wouldn't have to fear Swordtail's minions — we could crush even the Hyena-men or the jackals if they came!" "That's not a problem, and it's just as I promised you before." * * *
"Instead of crushing them … I think it's more likely that they would chase us and wipe out their entire tribe …" Vulcan mumbled softly with a stony expression.
"Finally, we don't have to eat grass!" Joey's eyes were brimming with hot tears as if he was moved that his suffering was finally over.
Laybit became even more doubtful as he stared at the trio's different expressions.
That was when the radiance of the Lifestone suddenly brightened.
The radiance of the giant crystalline gemstone that had been hovering in the air began to beat like a heart. The runes on the altar beneath the gemstone floated up as if alive, swirling around the gemstone.
The radiance shone through the runes, spreading wondrous patterns over the ground around it. As the gemstone and the runes whirled, the patterns kept changing.
Then, the radiance within the gemstone intensified, taking on a hint of majesty and holiness.
The altar appeared even more sacred under the illumination of that radiance, as if it was connecting the faraway skies and seas, welcoming friends from the other side to come and fulfill their destiny.
In the next split second, those figures appeared there —
"So, this is the Western Continent … My new legend would begin here!" "What? Where's the legendary item? "" Hey, don't block the door! Damn it, I'm going to be stuffed back in! "" Block your horse! Let's go! "" Mister Marni's wearing a mold! Half of his body is stuck in the altar! "" Marni's dead again! You people are inhumane! "
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Chapter 242
Arrival of the Believers
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