The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 468 - 393 Ancestors_2

Chapter 468: Chapter 393 Ancestors_2

At this stage, very few undead ventured into the Abyss, causing the previously occupied towers to fall one by one. The reason was that most players hoped to break through to level 21 before entering the Abyss to compete in the rankings. Without improving their early game strength and constantly grinding, they would only damage their weapons and equipment, which was counterproductive.

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After dying over a dozen times, Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch finally faced reality—these were foes beyond her capabilities.

In the game, she suffered; in reality, she thrived. Thanks to her panicked reactions and the dreadful ways she died—like being strangled, crushed into pulp, or impaled—she provided a great deal of amusement and gained many fans.

Panicking and fleeing through the Great Rift, she returned to the Gate of Mephisto, the only place where she felt a bit safe.

Previously focused on leveling up, she hadn’t noticed until now that the Gate of Mephisto had also developed a fair size, with many NPCs seemingly starting a new life here.

As a game streamer, Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch had a certain flair for stirring things up, doing baffling things, acting silly or seeking fun, all for show. Thus, she was "socially anxious" more than most.

Since joining the first-tier players was out of reach, why not take on some side quests?

While aimlessly looting around, she came across a strange group of people in the nearby Memorable Church.

According to them, they had once visited Star Dragon City but were expelled. Now hearing that Lind was at the Gate of Mephisto, they had come here to find Lind, insisting that Lind must repay them as a way of showing gratitude.

"We are the Ancestors," said one elder.

These people looked no different from ordinary humans.

"Ancestors? Not Rand People?" Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch asked.

She was not very clear about the different races in the game. These people didn’t look much different, but cultural traits set them apart into different races. Rand People were considered one of the more orthodox human races, but there were also Mutants, Green Skins, Fishmen, Night Fiends, Blood Clan, and others—quite a hassle to remember.

She had apparently not been the first undead to come here, seeing many undead items left behind, including the Admonition Dagger.

"Frauds ahead," other undead called this group cheats.

"We were the first to come to this land," said the elder, sitting cross-legged on a stone. He adjusted his posture and smoothed his long robe, a pointless elegance that made him appear even more impoverished.

"We pioneered this barren land, but the King of the Rand Kingdom betrayed us and relegated us to commoners."

"I want to ask a question," Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch raised her hand, and upon seeing a slight nod from the elder, she asked, "When did the Ancestors first come to this land?"

Centuries ago? Thousands of years ago? Anyway, before the birth of the Rand Kingdom, even before the rise of the Three Gods, we had always been here."

"Uh..."

Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch felt these people might be a bit delusional. If you put it that way, I might as well say I’m a descendant of the clay figures pinched by the goddess Nüwa on Earth, so shouldn’t I also get a share of everything on Earth and collect rent?

"The soil’s salinity comes from our sweat, the rainwater was our tears. We just want to take back what we deserve." Suddenly, he stopped talking.

"What do you mean?" Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch started asking her viewers for help; why did these people suddenly stop talking?

A comment floated by: "They’re just playing the sympathy card."

Another comment followed: "Some previously thought these people were part of a hidden story and crazily supported them, only to find this high and mighty group took the benefits and spat insults."

"These people just want to exploit Lind, pretending to be some grand ancestors and deceiving others, without ever meeting Lind."

"I, a streamer who’s online begging, am being begged by others?" Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch found it utterly absurd.

She got up to leave, but the "Ancestor Elder," who had been silent and aloof, suddenly spoke: "If you can give us some food, I can tell you some interesting stories."

"Trading stories for food?"

Truly some cyber-begging.

Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch noticed many viewers suggesting she give them food, as it seemed to trigger a previously unavailable dialogue, so she turned back.

She had plenty of good stuff on her: bread, jerky, and even some sugar.

The Ancestor Elder wolfed down the food, evident that their previous scamming and insulting had deterred many undead from feeding them.

"Will these people starve to death if nobody feeds them?" a viewer speculated, just a curious guess, but everyone was willing to put it into practice—it’s just a game, after all.

"I really don’t want to tell this story during the cold of winter; a sunny afternoon would lessen its chilling essence. Now, we can only sit in this dilapidated church, without flames... warmth... Although they keep us out, we still wish to warn them," the Ancestor Elder said.

Upon hearing this, Tinker Bell Not Focusing on the Crotch ignited a campfire.

"This story dates back to the very beginning, much, much earlier, before the Three Gods came into existence."

At this moment, many new viewers flooded into her livestream.

"We have continued to pass down this story through oral tradition, but stories tend to distort over time. After hearing my story, if you meet others who also know it, you can discuss and compare with them; then remember this story and let it be passed down, including the part about the Ancestors."

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