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Chapter 840 - 584 I Will Bring My Talent to the Main Battlefield

Chapter 840: Chapter 584 I Will Bring My Talent to the Main Battlefield

By the stove brewing thick soup in the high tower, Miss Mico, who was engrossed in a heavy Magic Potion Book, had a stack of boxes piling up behind her.

The temporary poster girl, the bunny-toothed witch, was also part-timing as the one opening the boxes.

The experienced undead lined up in an orderly fashion, but unfortunately, the number of undead present wasn’t enough. Compared to the massive number of boxes, there were only about a dozen people here to open them.

Lind approached.

"Would you like a bowl of thick soup, sir?" Tina asked proactively.

"And perhaps a piece of toast as well."

"Of course!"

When Mico saw Lind arrive, she smiled, revealing her bunny teeth.

"We have new items in the prize pool."

He handed all his previous finds to Mico.

In terms of squeezing out money, Mico was not lacking in experience, and was possibly even better than Lind. She knew just exactly what to put in each box, and how to tantalize the undead.

"I plan to brew a Magic Potion soon."

"How many shards do you need?"

There weren’t many Magic Ring Shards, but there were many blessed weapons forged from these shards. Conveniently, the golden hammer of the Sky Star Mentor, an alchemic masterpiece, could easily be used to smash weapons apart to retrieve the shards.

Not to mention the shards reclaimed from defeating each Ring Knight.

The choice between making more Ring Knights, or turning the shards into Magic Potions to enhance his own power, wasn’t difficult. Mico’s process of making Magic Ring Shard Potions was very slow, and Lind had already accumulated a large amount of shards.

Keeping them on hand for too long would be a waste.

However, bestowing power to others had its issues as it was hard to take back the granted power without a good reason.

"What you gave me is enough." Mico, rocking her legs, seemed to be sitting at the bow of a boat.

Tina came over with a bowl of soup just then, placed it down, and turned around, humming a tune. She loved her current life.

"How are things going?" Mico was quite aware of the current situation at Sky Star Magic School.

The invaders were endless, but the number of undead was insufficient to deal with them.

Thus, Sin Dragon Castle had to use greater effort to sustain the barrier, temporarily trapping the invaders.

"We can manage." Lind’s tone was relaxed.

Relying solely on the undead was indeed challenging, but he could call for reinforcements. Even if the situation worsened a hundredfold, he could still manage.

If necessary, they could station an army outside Sky Star Magic School to capture and purify any invaders trying to escape.

"Ah, nothing again!"

A few undead started rolling on the ground.

Despite losing battles, they rarely felt this sense of despair. They had accumulated over a dozen keys, yet all the boxes yielded useless gear; although the swords were high-grade, they questioned if they even suited their profession at Sky Star Magic School.

"Let me."

A handsome undead walked over, instantly drawing everyone’s attention.

Over two hundred keys.

"Damn, a big spender!"

There were countless big spenders in the game, but this game’s lack of external cooperation left no room for posers.

Given that the Red Spirit invasion had only started recently, even if one completed a round every minute, it was impossible to finish two hundred rounds. So, there was only one possibility.

He paid for it.

Opening two hundred boxes seemed like a lot, but doing ten at a time, they were gone in the blink of an eye.

Gold light flashed repeatedly.

The smile on the big spender’s face gradually froze. Although he ended up with a set of equipment, for someone wealthy, he wasn’t short on good gear; he had many sources, and the set he was wearing was one of the best available to the undead wizards.

Spending money didn’t change fate.

The big spender who had everyone’s attention now only had everyone’s sympathy.

"I’m going to draw a prize!"

Clutching a key, Vortex Mouth stepped up solemnly, placing it into a box before leaving with it.

"A single draw?"

The undead still on the ground and the big spender all noticed this scene.

Vortex Mouth didn’t plan on a single draw either, but aside from his luck in the first round taking out an invader, the rest seemed to perfectly understand the game’s rules.

Hiding, ambushing, running upon sight...

He couldn’t win, nor could he hit them.

Even in groups, it wasn’t easy; without a fixed team, winning was hard, as everyone wanted to secure kills, leading to inevitable defeats.

No one liked constant suffering; the high-level Red Spirit AI had already worn down Vortex Mouth’s patience, and all he wanted now was to draw and leave.

He opened the box, and gold light flashed brilliantly.

There was always a special effect when opening boxes, making them all feel excited, but what was inside was a different matter.

After a few seconds of silence.

Vortex Mouth shouted, "I got it!! Mystical Magic Arrow!"

"Damn it!" The others screamed in anguish.

Big spender undead: "What? Did I just stock the pool for him?"

The first Mystical Magic Arrow among the undead emerged. Even though no one had mastered it yet, witnessing the Mystical Mage’s skills made it something no wizard could refuse.

Drawing in surrounding magic elements, tracking arrows, and massively powerful output.

The Mystical Magic Arrow was the last piece to complete a perfect wizard form.

Lind also looked on, amazed at Vortex Mouth.

How could someone be so lucky?

Lind had only put in one Mystical Magic Arrow with magical encryption to ensure automatic learning and destruction post-learning, ensuring constant motivation for the undead to spend money.

"Let’s go again!"

All the undead present, including Lind, watched Vortex Mouth closely. Unlike the undead pressing him to live-stream, Lind could monitor everything happening within the barrier directly.