Deities Are All Just My Food
Chapter 1268 - 570: Lin Da Hungry Man, Number One on the Level Ranking!_3

Chapter 1268: Chapter 570: Lin Da Hungry Man, Number One on the Level Ranking!_3

Lady Susan spoke with dissatisfaction.

Under normal circumstances, had Lin Baici failed this initial quest, Lady Susan would have dismissed him, but the letter from the Lady Boss and the effect of Lin Baici’s Lock Armor gave him another chance.

"My youngest son Arnold has been missing since yesterday. Go find him for me!"

Lady Susan said angrily, "He must have gone fishing by the creek again. This time, I’ll burn his fishing rod."

Lin Baici took his leave and ran towards the creek.

Under the sunlight, the creek sparkled, like a silver ribbon adorning the hills.

Lin Baici arrived at the creek, saw no one, and started walking upstream.

Occasionally, he would encounter one or two Fishmen wandering by the creek.

These Fishmen were covered with scales, about 1.2 meters tall, with fish-like upper bodies and added legs below. They wielded spears or curved knives, and there were even a few Fishman Shamans around, a type of Magic Species Monster; it was unclear what magic they possessed.

Lin Baici did not rashly engage as the Fishman Shaman was always accompanied by two other Fishmen.

Wuu wuu wuu!

The sound of crying came faintly.

Lin Baici went to investigate.

By the creek, there was a tree large enough for three people to embrace, already dead, with a big hole beneath it. Inside the hole sat a young boy, crying bitterly with his legs in his arms.

"Are you Arnold?"

Lin Baici asked, "Lady Susan sent me to find you!"

"Wuu wuu wuu, I’m not going back, my fishing rod was taken by the Fishmen, it was left to me by my father!"

Speaking of his father, Arnold burst into loud sobs.

This must be the quest: "Which Fishman took your fishing rod?"

"I don’t know, it took it and ran away!"

Arnold shouted, "If I can’t find the fishing rod, I won’t go back!"

[Kill the monsters; there is a certain chance to drop the fishing rod!]

Great, a quest relying on luck, which Lin Baici dreaded the most, because he was always unlucky. Others might complete a quest item collection after killing ten monsters, but he might have to kill dozens.

"Don’t cry, I’ll help you find your fishing rod!"

Lin Baici walked towards the creek and, seeing an isolated Fishman, picked up a stone and threw it at it.

Bang!

The stone missed the Fishman, but it startled it. It immediately turned around and ran towards him, waving a curved knife.

Arilululu!

The Fishman made strange sounds from its mouth.

Lin Baici, gripping his axe, charged forward.

One axe strike!

Swish!

The axe cut into the Fishman’s body, and a health bar popped up, instantly losing a third of its health.

"That brittle?"

Lin Baici dodged the Fishman’s attacks and delivered another axe blow.

Swish!

Two-thirds of its health was gone.

"Haha, three strikes and it’s down!"

After the third strike by Lin Baici, the Fishman was left with only a sliver of health. It suddenly began to shout in panic and turned to flee.

Arilululu!

The Fishman ran swiftly, covering over ten meters in a blink of an eye. Moreover, its cries alerted nearby Fishmen, and a group of seven or eight Fishmen swarmed toward Lin Baici.

"Damn it, calling for backup?"

Lin Baici turned and ran. Even if the Fishmen were weak and brittle as paper, he wouldn’t be able to deal with so many at once, and the tricky part was that if a Fishman’s health got low, they would flee, making them harder to kill.

Lin Baici ran a hundred meters away, waited until the monsters’ aggression dissipated and the Fishmen left before returning. He then targeted a lone Fishman and threw a rock at it.

When the Fishman came over, Lin Baici launched an attack.

Indeed, three axe strikes later, the Fishman’s health was at its end, and it began to flee screaming.

Lin Baici charged forward, caught up with it, killed it, and then immediately turned to flee without even picking up the drop, because Fishmen nearby who heard the commotion were already on their way.

Whoosh!

A water arrow struck Lin Baici’s back, deducting dozens of health points.

He had attracted the attention of a Fishman Shaman.

Running far away to clear the monsters’ hatred, Lin Baici came back and observed the Fishmen wandering by the creek, his whole being numbed.

It’s impossible to kill one and then run like this every time, right?

Of course, Lin Baici could also level up a few times and come back, so even if a group of Fishmen gathered, he wouldn’t have to fear being surrounded and killed.

Fishmen alone were quite easy to kill, but this calling for backup was incredibly annoying.

Lin Baici didn’t want to do this quest anymore, but he also hadn’t completed the quest of driving away the wild boars. If he went back, Lady Susan certainly wouldn’t assign a new quest.

"Is the Lady Boss trying to trick me?"

If he gave up, this back and forth would waste an hour, and not having completed a single quest would be too much of a loss. Lin Baici had no choice but to follow upstream, looking for isolated Fishmen to kill.

After killing about a dozen or so, he only picked up a fishing float.

Great! The fishing rod wasn’t a single drop but in several parts.

Is the game designer an idiot?

Lin Baici arrived under a waterfall.

There was no path ahead; the water cascaded down a waterfall over thirty meters high, and from the crevices in the rock face, streams of water also gushed out.

Because it was the rainy season, the rainfall was plentiful.

Beneath the waterfall was a pool of water, and on both sides of the shore, about twenty huts were constructed from water plants and branches, forming a Fishman Tribe.

Lin Baici continued to look for solo Fishmen to kill outside the tribe and gradually made his way under the waterfall.

Upon killing the third Fishman, which ran screaming toward the waterfall base and attracted a few Fishmen.

Lin Baici planned to give up.

[There’s a fishing rod!]

"Crap!"

Lin Baici stepped on the soft mud and rushed over.

The Fishman, frightened, rushed into a crevice on the rock wall.

The crevice was over a meter wide, more than three meters high, long and restricting, with creek water flowing out from below—quite a claustrophobic sight.