I Can Bring In-game Items Out
Chapter 88: Even the Person Revealing Their Cards Isn’t Honest

Chapter 88: Chapter 88: Even the Person Revealing Their Cards Isn’t Honest

Chapter 88: Unruly Faces Reveal Their Cards

"Brother Dao, you can take Ah Shan into the game world, so you can take us in too?" Mountain Grass asked.

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone paused, each of them was extremely excited, their eyes staring intently.

What is a game? You can kill monsters and level up, which is utterly different from hard training.

"There’s no problem bringing you in, but if your real body enters and dies, it’s true death." Small Knife hesitated.

"Be a little careful, and it’s not a problem. Brother Dao, haven’t you never died even once?" Mountain Grass continued.

The others’ eyes still glittered, nodding repeatedly like wooden puppets.

"Moreover, we have hot weapons. I know, Brother Dao, you’ve hidden some." Mountain Grass chuckled.

"Isn’t Mountain Grass exceptionally lively today?" Er Gouzi pondered, sensing something amiss but said nothing.

Small Knife laughed wryly, shook his head, and led everyone into the courtyard for a tour.

With the dog pack led by the Black King and those oversized chickens, their decision to enter the game and level up was only strengthened.

The danger to life was worth the risk.

Especially with hot weapons.

Of course, the Bloodthirsty Vine was what attracted everyone the most. Now, due to Small Knife’s vast resources and lavish training, it had reached Level 53, undoubtedly the top fighter.

"Level 53, with it guarding the house, we can use guns to eliminate Level 25 Wilderness Wolves and upgrade without any issue," Mountain Grass said again.

This made everyone even more eager and impatient.

Afterward, Small Knife took them to visit his warehouse.

Everyone’s eyes lit up with stars, amazed by the numerous magical items.

"We are like brothers, feel free to choose," Small Knife laughed.

"Don’t rush, everyone’s strength is too low; some items here are dangerous, with significant usage costs, and we must set rules, taking freely isn’t appropriate," Er Gouzi quickly said.

"Exactly, it should be that way. Brother Dao is generous, but we cannot forget the rules," Mountain Grass glanced at Er Gou and nodded.

With this, everyone naturally felt embarrassed.

However, at this time, everyone was eager to enter the game to level up.

Small Knife emphasized again the dangers of entering with their real bodies.

"Seek wealth amidst danger, Brother Dao. With such a big secret, it’s impossible to protect it without strength. No one can guarantee we won’t be discovered," Stick stated seriously.

Small Knife, helpless, took them to his backyard and dug it up.

Dug up quite a few hot weapons.

All of which Small Knife had smuggled using his personal space back in the day.

At that time, it was too poor, living off the kindness of fellow villagers didn’t mean living well.

Plus, his body was too weak to practice martial arts, so in the end, Small Knife took a risky move, using his personal space to transport goods.

Some things, one person alone couldn’t do, so he had to involve his childhood friends.

Though he made some money and improved his life, he couldn’t avoid the doubt being planted, leading to Small Knife leaving his secluded life.

Although not having enough strength to be recognized as a leader was also a reason for Small Knife’s departure.

But frankly, it was just an excuse for Small Knife, he was just an ordinary person with some self-awareness, lacking confidence that his childhood friends wouldn’t expose the secret for a lifetime.

Moreover, staying would only lead them to re-engage in smuggling, which Small Knife didn’t want.

With the secret of his personal space, Small Knife felt insecure, always fearing someone intended to harm him, and the stash hidden here was naturally because of this.

Having unearthed it now, everyone armed themselves, brimming with confidence and barely-contained excitement, planning to dive into the game for big deeds.

Small Knife couldn’t hold them back, had to agree, hoping they’d be cautious and not get themselves killed.

Finally, after enduring until nightfall, everyone entered the Witch Residence, and Small Knife placed his hand on it.

The Witch Residence shrank swiftly.

"Don’t blame me! I just lack a sense of security." Small Knife muttered before heading back.

Back in the room, Xiu’Er still stood guard, and only then did he put on the game helmet.

At the instant he placed the Witch Residence into his personal space, he chose to enter the game.

In the game, he opened his eyes and immediately took out the Witch Residence.

Once again enlarging it and placing it on the ground.

The door opened right away!

His childhood friends were all inside the courtyard. Seeing the door open, Small Knife stood in front of it.

"Is this the game world?" They looked directly through the open stone gate and saw the totem pole, the wilderness, and the tribal wild men outside?

Small Knife took a closer look.

Stick: Human Race: Challenge Level: 13. Life: 99%

Skills: ???

Er Gouzi: Human Race: Challenge Level: 7, Life: 98%.

Skills: ??

...!

Indeed, entering the game brought them level ratings, making leveling up possible.

"My god! This is definitely a real world." One by one, fully armed, they walked out, bursting with excitement and anticipation.

Stick was the first to step out of the stone gate.

At that moment.

"Who goes there?" a shocked voice called out.

Stick and the others shivered, instinctively reaching for their weapons.

A cloud of black fog quickly enveloped them.

"Don’t misunderstand, we are all on the same side." Small Knife quickly stepped forward to intercept.

The black fog descended, transforming into a human shape.

"The same side? These are definitely not from our tribe," Black Soul Crow stated harshly.

Simultaneously, the totem pole belonging to him emitted light, enveloping this entire area.

Everyone found themselves unable to move, an invisible pressure squeezing them.

This changed their expressions dramatically; the hot weapons they prided themselves on couldn’t be raised, and they became terrified.

They calmed down from their excited fervor.

By then, several of the warriors were swiftly approaching, each holding a bone knife.

"These are all my people, I can guarantee they hold no malice towards the tribe," Small Knife was anxious, quickly explaining loudly.

"Your people? Are they your captured slaves?" Black Soul Crow frowned.

"Yes, yes, we are all master’s slaves," Mountain Grass was the first to speak, although unable to move, he managed to speak.

With this statement, others quickly voiced that they were indeed captives, posing no threat.

Following this, the expressions of the Witch and Black Soul Crow relieved considerably, and he glanced around, "Such weak slaves, captured only by your strength. So weak, they likely have no ability to harm the tribe."

"Indeed, they are all my slaves, they will absolutely not harm the tribe, I guarantee it." Small Knife also heaved a sigh of relief, wiping the sweat from his forehead, quickly saying.

"You only have the status of a Witch but lack the strength of a Witch, unable to imprint slave seals on them, so these people must be killed. When you become a real Witch, you can have slaves, but don’t choose such weaklings then."

He said as he spoke.