The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 320 - 274 Old Hunter

Chapter 320: Chapter 274 Old Hunter

The prize exchange event hosted by Renzo had come to an end.

Once the majority of the undead realized that they couldn’t exchange for anything useful, they gave up on making a special trip for it. Perhaps some treasures became lost in oblivion, but Lind’s original aim was to use the exchange as a pretext to gift the undead a Boss battle, not truly expecting to benefit from it.

Even so, to deal with these undead, Lind had still spent a hefty sum of Points, including a dozen bottles of Magic Potion from the path of the Snake Catcher.

The items piled in front of Lind numbered over eighty.

Much of it was likely harboring some secrets, most items had a history recorded, but most were visually appealing rather than practical.

If there were other more practical values, such as a slight increase in attribute or speed, the undead would have already used it on themselves; they would never give it up.

Lind picked up "Faith in the Mad Secret Overlord." As a Mad Secret Emissary, Renzo had always followed this course; the Mad Secret Church was deeply rooted in the Rand Kingdom, and always visible were the figures of these mentally deranged believers.

This time, the biggest gain was the recipe for the Magic Potion, which could further advance Renzo. Nonetheless, the Mad Secret Emissary still wasn’t within Lind’s selection range.

Being fervently crazy was inherently a madness, in a world where maintaining sanity was already challenging, why encourage subordinates to approach madness and then seek sanity from within it?

He picked up the ring.

The material was peculiar.

Renzo said it was found on a female corpse nailed to a wall, but the accessible information was extremely limited.

What he could gather was merely that it was a ring, possibly one of a pair.

That too was a guess.

However, the inscription "Under Black Law’s Witness," held some intrigue.

...

The game world was not always filled with interesting events. Whether choosing to be a New Nobility, Old Nobility, or making other selections, the undead often endured hardships most of the time.

The overly realistic game world, like a brand-new adventure in life.

Meanwhile, the overly realistic game world also meant that the undead lost their protagonist’s halo, repeatedly dying at the hands of various monsters, and some even became so frustrated they contemplated quitting the game.

Clearing rocks and dirt from their boots became an instinctive action for many undead, which helped them quickly remove the "Slowing" and "Wearing down" debuffs.

Compared to selecting "Clear" in other games, here they had to truly take off their clothes and shoes, turn the boots upside down, shake vigorously, and dump out the contents.

Sometimes, cleaning armor was more troublesome because putting it on and taking it off wasted a lot of time, and for this reason, many undead detested this "realism"; they missed the simplicity of one-click dressing.

Playing a game for realism, but here realism meant the part people enjoyed, not the realistic labor, complicated armor dressing, nor the complex NPC social interactions.

In modern society, many are not adept at socializing and because they live in peacetime, most are somewhat naively transparent.

Transparent and foolish.

This often led to the undead being tricked, making the game that much harder to play, often causing them to break down.

After breaking down, they found they couldn’t even win in revenge attempts.

...

Newbie Village - Fox Hole.

A group of undead appeared here; unlike those from Red Mushroom Village, their experiences weren’t so dire as to lose their personal freedom, but also not as straightforward as Emerald Hill, which started in easy mode.

This group of newbie undead quickly gathered and swiftly formed a mutual aid group, aiming to acquire equipment in the shortest time before heading to Mountain Demon Castle or Riven City.

They mostly preferred heading to Riven City since veteran players had already marked it on the map. Fox Hole was closer to Riven City—about a 3-5 day journey, whereas it would take 7-10 days to reach Mountain Demon Castle!

The game didn’t dilute its content, including the time taken to explore the map.

The game developers seemed concerned about accusations of fluff, not only did they design incredibly long journeys that couldn’t be skipped with cutscenes, but they also populated these routes with frequent calamities and restless enemies.

For the undead, whichever was closer was worth joining.

They dispersed to investigate Fox Hole.

But this newbie village was a bit unusual.

It was huge, like a giant maze, and because it was built on a mountain, often while walking they’d find themselves going in circles, pausing to look in another direction, only to discover that there was a more convenient path from there.

What’s stranger, they had been walking in the village for a long time, but the undead never encountered each other again.

The undead "I Have an Early Eight" strolled through the newbie village, hoping to appear as friendly as possible, but found that the villagers stared at him as he passed.

Their faces were pale, they looked frail, their eyes filled with both fear and desire.

"Hello, I am..." I Have an Early Eight approached them proactively.

"Ah!" They screamed and ran away, leaving I Have an Early Eight awkwardly maintaining his wave.

"Is it because I’m not wearing pants?"

In reality, not wearing pants may indicate mental instability.

But in the game, not wearing pants signifies one is an extreme gameplay expert!

In the following encounters with the villagers of Fox Hole, most were similar; whenever he attempted to initiate communication, the group of villagers would immediately scatter, as if avoiding a fierce beast.

Once, he deliberately crouched and sneaked closer. He discovered that the group of villagers actually gathered to chat. The content of their chatter, however, remained ambiguous, murmuring "he’s here again..." "someone got killed again..." "foreigners," and so on.

When I attracted a lot of attention due to wanting to hear more during my early eight, the villagers immediately scattered like startled sparrows.

This definitely was the worst newbie journey in the game, where he was left completely puzzled, not even knowing what he should do.

The construction at Fox Hole was very well-developed, with stone-brick pavements and even steel fences in the river areas. The reserved carriage lanes here clearly indicated frequent visits by the elite.

While seeking help on the forum and searching for information related to Fox Hole, I discovered we were among the first Undead to arrive at this place.

This meant that we needed to pioneer the area.

However, I managed to contact an old Undead on forums, one who had turned on "easy mode", although he did not appear in the territories of Lind, he had already been in Newmoon Town since the 1.0 era.

Newbie Village, Newmoon Town, was very close to Raven City and served as a military base for Raven City.

The Undead appearing here had a very clear path for leveling up; they just need to follow the tasks systematically and upon passing reviews, they could join the Raven City army, receive weapons, and so forth.

Moreover, as long as they passed various assessments and earned military merits, they would be issued Magic Potions required for promotions.

Although still incomparable to Star Dragon City or Mountain Demon Castle, it still surpassed the majority of the Undead.

The person chatted with me privately and sent a very long message, "I’ve heard of Fox Hole, but it’s said to be related to a particular plague. Almost everyone in Fox Hole died, a great fire ignited there, but the plague didn’t completely vanish, and there were still people showing symptoms. Consequently, the Kingdom banished these people to Fox Hole, using a maze-like structure of buildings and walls to trap them inside."

"Later, a Pharmacist appeared, who discovered a peculiar method of blood therapy. He drew out the toxic blood and then injected purified blood back into the body."

I cursed, "Damn!"

There it was, the classic medieval blood therapy.

I asked, "Does it work?"

The Undead replied, "It’s effective, and it even successfully cured the plague in these people, though frequent blood withdrawal made them very weak. Mercury remedies, purgatives, and bloodletting—the three big tricks. Although it might sound absurd in the real world, in this world of magic, instead of being tormented to death, everyone survived."

I questioned, "If that’s all it is, why do they run away when they see me?"

The Undead responded, "I’m not sure about that. When the officers of Raven City mention Fox Hole, they also talk about its sour grapes. It’s said to be related to that doctor. The sour grapes from Fox Hole are very pricey, and now they’re in hard currency. Many NPCs in Raven City like to eat them."

I wondered, "Do you think they’re scared of me because I’m not wearing any pants?"

The opposing Undead was silent.

Silence ensued.

"I’ll explore a bit more," I ended the chat.

Talking with other Undead in Fox Hole, I found they were almost in the same boat as me, hardly gaining anything, always scaring the villagers away, unable to communicate at all.

Some Undead even tried to embrace one, but as newly "birthed" Undead with poor physical attributes—slow to run, slow to jump—no one could catch up.

It was nearly dusk, and the sun was blocked by a tall tower erected in the small square, casting long shadows and conveniently hiding me.

In his hands he held a wooden stick, a pot lid in the left hand, and wore a pair of ragged cloth shoes, with a women’s bonnet on his head.

Unfortunately, he still hadn’t found a pair of pants.

In the Fox Hole small square, I finally met an older Hunter willing to communicate with him.

The hunter had an old crossbow hanging on his waist and a small tube of arrows.

"What’s up?" The hunter was munching on grapes.

Plump and juicy.

[Sour Grapes: Grown by a special method, eating them causes loss of sanity, but gives +5 experience]

Wow!

Grinning, I reached out, "Give me one to try."

The hunter seemed shocked that someone could be so shamelessly brazen—he grudgingly said, "They’re expensive, you have to buy them!"

"Let me try one, and if I like it, I’ll buy it!" I still held out my hand.

But the hunter eyed me up and down, shaking his head, clearly not believing someone who couldn’t even afford pants could pay for them.

Seeing that begging was fruitless, I swiftly changed the subject, "What are you doing here?"

"Hunting some game," the hunter patted the crossbow at his waist, adding, "Also, Fox Hole’s grapes are famous."

Watching him pop one grape after another into his mouth.

The thin skin, juices splattering, I didn’t expect to get saliva ticking by just playing a game.

"Is there anything I can help with?" he pondered whether he could snatch some sour grapes by force, but considering the disparity in equipment and the ominous aura emanating from the other party, he decided it was better to stay honest for now.

"You shouldn’t be here," the hunter implied, "After dark, this place might exceed your imagination."

I grinned, "You might not know, but I’m an Undead. I’m not afraid of dying!"

"Undead?" The hunter lifted his eyelids and gave me a glance, "Find some pants first."

"Hey! You!" I pointed at him, but considering the disparity in our equipment, I chose a calmer approach, "How should I address you?"

"Charles," the hunter adjusted a hat on his head and handed me an unlit torch, "It’s getting dark. I don’t care who you are, just remember not to scream after dark."

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