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Chapter 68 - 68 68 The Meaning of the Game

68: Chapter 68 The Meaning of the Game 68: Chapter 68 The Meaning of the Game The next day, Mo Fei entered the game early.

The sky still snowed, the piercing cold wind howled, and the distant Sky Piercing Peak towered as always.

The storm seemed to have no change at all, still whirling with occasional intimidating flashes of lightning.

Due to the distance, only a distant sobbing of the wind reached the ground.

Mo Fei first checked the soldiers’ status, and after an overnight rest, all the soldiers’ Health Points had fully recovered.

Soon after, Razidan Nann logged in, but there was no sign of the Elf girl.

The Dwarves were still sitting around the fire, drinking and boasting, completely ignoring Mo Fei’s invitation to explore the ruins.

Muradin Bronzebeard (Adventure Hero): “I understand your anxious feelings, child, but exploration is something that shouldn’t be rushed.

You never know what dangers await you in those ancient ruins, so it’s wiser to set out at the right time.

Come with me, and we’ll wait for the snowstorm to stop.

That way, my riflemen can be most effective.”

But Mo Fei couldn’t possibly really stay and wait for clear weather; who knows how long that would take.

His level was too low now, and he urgently needed to level up.

However, he wasn’t about to risk everything alone.

The ruins were surrounded by caverns full of Serpent People, and a hasty intrusion would likely lead to an overwhelming attack.

His meager force might be wiped out in an instant, and he feared he’d end up dead as well.

It was best to wait for Muradin to go together, riding on his coattails was much more enjoyable.

Since Muradin was unwilling to set out, Mo Fei decided to simply level up first.

Mo Fei bought twenty Dwarf High-Explosive Bombs, twenty tubes of Healing Ointment, and ten bottles of Healing Potion from the camp’s Merchant, spending another fifty Gold Coins.

Leading his troops away from the camp, Mo Fei headed towards the ruins, quickly arriving at the base of Sky Piercing Peak, the area where they encountered the Serpent People the day before.

Overnight, the once-exposed Serpent People’s caverns had been covered by snow again.

Mo Fei dared not venture deep and had the sole remaining Altland Hunter lead the way with a Hunting Dog, while he led the main force behind.

After only a few steps, the Hunting Dog began to growl at the ground; clearly, there must be a Serpent People’s cavern beneath.

Mo Fei surveyed the terrain and found a higher snow slope for the Crossbowmen to stand in a line, forming a shooting formation.

Razidan Nann led four infantrymen to form a defensive line below the snow slope, and then a Dwarf Bomb was thrown over.

With a boom, the explosion indeed collapsed the ground, revealing a large hole, and a crowd of hibernating Serpent People was instantly enraged, swarming out in force.

There were about twelve or thirteen of them, all melee units without any Magicians.

“Release arrows!

Release arrows!

Release arrows!”

With a well-prepared formation, the Crossbowmen had an excellent angle of fire, raining down a torrent of arrows that downed one to two Serpent People in each volley.

By the time the Serpent People reached the base of the slope, more than half had been killed or injured.

Razidan Nann and his infantry held off the charging Serpent People, while Mo Fei flanked and charged in, swinging his sword, harvesting Life voraciously.

In this state of readiness, they killed all the Serpent People in less than five minutes.

Not bad, not bad.

This wave of Serpent People yielded over three thousand experience points.

He needed around twenty thousand or so experience to level up now, which meant he could level up every five or six waves on average.

The loot was a bit disappointing, though.

The Serpent Bone Spear and ritualistic longswords dropped by these Serpent People were all odd-shaped weapons and all common tier, probably only good for selling back at the shop.

The only potentially valuable item was the occasional drop of [Serpent People’s Blood].

[Serpent People’s Blood (Material)]

Item Description: Blood left over after a Serpent Person’s death, which some alchemists might find interesting.

Generally speaking, as long as it’s a material, it’s worth some money.

Alchemy in the World of Sky is quite magical; randomly mixed ingredients can sometimes produce miraculous potions, thus the rarer the material, the more willing people are to buy it for experiments.

Since these Serpent People seemed new, the Serpent People’s Blood should also be somewhat valuable.

From morning to night, Mo Fei methodically cleared snake den after snake den.

When he ran out of explosives, he would return to the camp to buy more from the camp’s Merchant, and when his soldiers were injured, he would apply Healing Ointment to recover.

The loot from killing monsters was barely enough to cover the consumption of supplies, but Mo Fei did manage to save up quite a few “Serpent People’s Blood.” By the end of the day, Mo Fei had successfully leveled up to eight.

Another day like this, and he could probably reach level ten, Mo Fei thought to himself.

In World of Sky, every ten levels marked a stage, and the experience required for each stage increased exponentially.

It took three days to reach level 1-10, so reaching level 10-20 would need at least six days, 20-30 would take 12 days, 30-40 would take 24 days…

Of course, this was under the condition of leveling up at full force, and having soldiers under his command to help kill monsters.

Ordinary adventurers didn’t have this treatment, which was precisely why after reaching level forty, most players wouldn’t deliberately grind for experience to level up.

There were some who took it easy starting from level thirty, lying flat, and it was only those who were truly dedicated who still had the motivation to continue leveling up.

As the sky gradually darkened, Mo Fei led his exhausted soldiers back to the campsite.

As they approached the campsite, they saw the vast expanse like smoke and the group of Dwarves all sitting by the fire.

The Elf girl was holding a skewer of grilled sausage and a cup of beer, listening to the Dwarves’ boastful tales while sipping and eating with a particularly comfortable look on her face.

Thinking about how he braved the wind and snow to fight Serpent People, Mo Fei felt speechless seeing how comfortably this girl was living.

“Eh, where did you all go?

I haven’t seen you all day.”

“We’ve been slaying those Serpent People all day.” Mo Fei let his soldiers find places to rest while he plopped down next to the Elf girl himself.

The fatigue was not just physical but also mental.

Restoring vitality was easy enough; just eat something and take a rest, but the numbing sensation from continuous battle wasn’t so quick to fade.

Mo Fei looked at Razidan with some admiration.

This fellow really had the air of a professional soldier, calmly sharpening his weapon by the fire, showing no signs of the day’s hard battles.

Vast as smoke, the girl couldn’t quite understand it, “You do know those Serpent People will keep respawning, right?”

“Of course I do.

I’m leveling up, aren’t I?”

She shook her head helplessly, “I just don’t get it with you guys, what’s the point of killing and leveling up all day?”

Mo Fei thought, of course, it was to become stronger.

Only when you have a high level and good equipment can you stand out as a powerhouse, perform feats others can’t, and make people look at you with shock and admiration, exclaiming “Wow,” “Awesome,” and “This guy is incredible.”

To dominate the world, traverse through different realms, establish an empire, write a legend, deal a blow that hits for 999, solo a boss and furiously collect loot…

But when the words reached his lips, he didn’t say them.

Seeing this girl climbing mountains and exploring here in the game, he knew she wasn’t quite like the others.

“What about you, what have you been up to all day?”

“Listening to Muradin’s adventure stories.

It’s quite entertaining to hear their tall tales every once in a while after returning from an expedition.”

“Hahaha, my stories are no tall tales—uh,” Muradin burped, and handed a cup of Dwarf’s strong liquor to Mo Fei, “In such cold weather, have a drink to warm yourself up.”

Mo Fei took a sip, and because it was a strong liquor, the taste was concentrated.

Even with only 30% of his sense of taste, he could still appreciate the flavor, somewhat reminiscent of drinking beer.

He downed a large cup in one go, greatly pleasing Muradin, “Hahaha, good lad, a real man should be able to drink.

Here, have some more roasted meat; this is a wild boar we caught at noon, it’s still fresh.”

Chunks of roasted meat and cups of strong liquor; Mo Fei ate and drank, listened to the Dwarf’s tales, the flickering firelight reddened everyone’s faces, and the howling winds lingered in their ears.

Amidst the cold and warmth, they were the soldiers who had fought hard all day.

The mood and scenery immersed Mo Fei completely in the atmosphere, and the urgency to complete quests miraculously soothed.

He had to admit this experience was quite enjoyable.

He glanced at the Elf by his side, her cheeks flushed with the firelight and the strong liquor, her drunken eyes hazy, and she occasionally burst into carefree laughter.

Mo Fei thought, this girl really knew how to enjoy herself.

If he couldn’t kill monsters and level up anymore in the past, he would usually log off, but this time he felt it was also nice to stay.

He ate and drank with the Dwarves until midnight, and when they all became drunk and began to snore, Mo Fei chose to log off.

It was also nighttime in the real world.

Crawling out of the game pod, Mo Fei looked at the empty living room, where no lights were on, the cold moonlight shining in through the window.

The quiet solitude contrasted sharply with the lively scene by the game’s campfire.

Mo Fei sighed, and for a few seconds, he almost wanted to crawl back into the game pod.

But his stomach embarrassingly growled.

Alright, he almost forgot he hadn’t eaten all day.

No matter how much he ate in the game, it wouldn’t satiate real-world hunger.

Mo Fei stood up, stretched his limbs, then opened the fridge to make himself a simple dinner.

For some reason, looking at the empty living room, the food with 100% realism tasted bland in his mouth.