After chatting with his friends for more than three hours in the cold drink bar, the four of them went their separate ways at noon. Roland rode his bike home against the scorching noon sun. The first thing he did after getting off the bike was to turn on the air conditioner, adjust the temperature to the lowest, and blow hard on himself.
After he cooled down, Roland turned on his computer and logged into the forum again, only to find that his personal mailbox was full of messages. Looking at the red unread notifications, Roland was confused.
Taking a deep breath, he took a closer look and found that most of the notifications were from the system. At first, he thought it was a system error, but he clicked on a few of them and found that he had indeed been rewarded. It was not a problem with the system. The minimum reward was one forum coin, and the maximum was twenty to thirty forum coins.
On the forum of QQ, forum coins were equivalent to money in reality. One forum coin was equivalent to one yuan.
All the rewards were from the same thread that Roland posted not long ago. It was titled "Notes on Roland's Inferior Fireball." He opened the "Spellcasters' Communication" section again, only to see that his thread had been highlighted and pinned to the top by the moderator with the words "Best Recommendation."
He opened the thread again, only to find that it was full of compliments.
"I'm totally convinced by the poster. 66666. Tip two forum coins as a sign of my sincerity. "
"Damn it. He analyzed magic with a mathematical model. I've memorized the magic nodes of the last self-detonation. I'll try it in the game tonight. Tip five forum coins as a sign of my sincerity. "
"Inferior Fireball turned into a self-detonation bomb. It's obvious that he's an evocation bomb. We have a successor for the great bomb, but I don't have much money. Tip two forum coins as a sign of my sincerity. "
Such compliments were the majority, and the tips ranged from one to twenty forum coins. Of course, many people did not tip at all and were purely onlookers.
Some other Warlock players came in, trying to change the topic. Unfortunately, their sarcastic remarks did not catch anyone's attention and were soon drowned in the compliments.
Roland returned to his account center on the forum and looked at it. Then, he held his forehead helplessly … There were more than fifty thousand forum coins, and the number was still increasing. If he exchanged the coins for RMB, he would get about fifty thousand yuan after the commission.
He had worked for a year to save up that much money, and he had even used it to buy a gaming pod. He did not expect that he would earn back the money he had spent on a gaming pod by simply playing a game and posting his thoughts.
In other words, at least thousands of people had tipped him on the forum. Those who could afford a VR pod were generally not poor. After all, a VR pod that cost fifty thousand yuan was not cheap.
Roland was naturally happy to make money, but he had mixed feelings about the unexpected turn of events. He wasn't a professional player, and he had never thought of making money through games.
He exchanged the forum coins for RMB, and the money was soon transferred to his account. Looking at the notification on his phone that he had earned more than fifty thousand yuan, Roland chuckled and went downstairs for lunch. He rode his bike and wandered outside. When he returned, he had calmed down, and the excitement of the extra income had vanished without a trace.
Then, he played other games, but after experiencing the real world, he was no longer interested in regular games. Every game felt like chewing wax. Even League of Legends, which he had loved before, did not feel anything at all.
It had been a long time since he tried it, and he felt that time was torturous.
Finally, it was 21: 45 at night. He put on his pajamas and crawled into the VR pod. The pod was automatically closed, and a green but not dazzling light illuminated his eyes. He closed his eyes and soon fell asleep.
When he woke up again, he found himself back in the game. The world was still black and white, and Falken was still standing up.
Roland could not move either. He waited in silence. Very soon, the world became colorful again, and Falken stood up. He did not know that Roland had actually left this world once.
He turned around slowly and said to Roland, "Learning and familiarizing yourself with spells can't be accomplished overnight. I suggest that you find a job in town and save some money. I think you'll have enough money when you're familiar with your spells. It'll be easier for you to do anything with money."
Roland felt that it did make sense, but he thought for a moment and shook his head helplessly. "I don't know your language yet. It's not convenient for me to find a job, is it?"
"I can introduce you to someone," Falken said with a smile. "There's a mine at the back of the town. All you need to do is dig out the minerals. You don't need to communicate with them. The food is good, and the pay is good. "
Mining … If it was in other games, this was indeed a way to get rich. But it was hard to say in this game. However, he did not have any other ways to make a living. Roland thought for a moment and eventually nodded. "Thank you, but I'm afraid that I'm not strong enough. After all, mining is physically demanding."
"Professionals are much sturdier than regular people," Falken said with a smile. "Even spellcasters are much sturdier than regular men. When I was young, I could knock down a couple of men barehanded. "
Roland was certainly not convinced, but he did sense that he was much stronger in the game than in reality, even though he was just a spellcaster.
Falken led Roland to the town. Many people greeted Falken on their way, and he responded to them politely. Roland could tell that Falken was quite popular in this place.
About ten minutes later, Falken led Roland to the foot of a mountain on the west side of the lake. There was a cave here that was filled with green stones. Beyond the cave, there was a huge stone house that must've been a warehouse. A dark-skinned, middle-aged man was taking a nap on the table at the entrance.
Falken walked over and rapped on the old wooden table.
The middle-aged man was immediately woken up. Seeing Falken, he stood up and said with a fawning smile, "Hey, Master Falken, what brings you here?"
"Galen, I've brought someone here to help you." Falken patted Roland's back. "Although he's a rookie, I believe that he won't disappoint you."
The middle-aged man named Galen observed Roland for a while. There was a hint of embarrassment on his wrinkled, dark face. "Grandpa, your nephew is too soft and tender. He doesn't look like he's made for rough work."
Falken snorted and mocked, "You think he'll stay here for a long time? Also, you don't even know who he is? You haven't been paying attention to the town recently, have you? "
Red Mountain Town was not large. News of anything that happened would soon spread throughout the town. Galen, on the other hand, didn't know who Roland was.
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