I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords
Chapter 708 - 708 707.Hidden Mission_1

Chapter 708: 707.Hidden Mission_1 Chapter 708: 707.Hidden Mission_1 On the other side, there were some players who were different from Old Eggplant.

They weren’t as interested in combat, or rather, they were a different style of player.

Some players relish the challenge of playing with the worst equipment and rely on their skills to defeat powerful enemies.

But there were also those who didn’t seek the thrill of a close fight but the satisfaction of completely overwhelming their opponents.

These players would never rashly challenge levels without preparation in games; if they lost an attempt, they would go level up, farm for equipment, and look for ways to improve themselves.

Even some extreme players would train to max level in Novice Village before crushing their enemies.

Ten Mile Slope Sword God referred to this type of player.

Player Old C was an experienced Ten Mile Slope Sword God… a stable type of player.

He didn’t rush into the forest.

Seeing so many villagers and fields, Old C thought that they probably weren’t just ordinary backdrops.

Thinking of what Lu Ban had said about earning resources, he wondered, “Could helping them farm the land count as earning resources?”

Old C walked towards the fields, careful not to step on anyone’s chickens along the way.

He once played a game where, as a future great hero who accidentally clicked on a chicken in the first village, the entire village turned against him to hunt him down, leaving a deep psychological scar on a young Old C.

Some players fell into the chaotic evil alignment, thinking about slaughtering NPCs to pick up their equipment.

Of course, this behavior was prohibited in [Cage], and they couldn’t harm these NPCs.

Old C approached a farmer who was tending his crops and asked aloud.

“Brother, do you need help?”

The farmer didn’t pay attention to Old C at first, but when Old C repeated himself, the farmer slowly turned around.

“No need.”

“So NPCs do have dialogue.”

Old C had initially thought that these NPCs didn’t even have dialogue, but seeing that he could interact with them, he moved closer.

“I can help you, hoeing the land, right? I used to do it often back at home.”

He grabbed the hoe from the other man’s hand.

As an experienced gamer, Old C knew that these kinds of NPCs are mostly tsundere, not expressing their real needs, and if you went ahead and helped them, you could gain much more in return.

This was a hidden quest.

The farmer, half surprised and half outmatched in strength, was robbed of his hoe.

Just as he was about to speak, he saw Old C seriously start hoeing the land.

The farmer stood there, not sure what to say.

He didn’t understand why this person suddenly wanted to help him when he had nothing of value to offer in return.

The farmer remained silent for a moment, then went to the edge of the field, picked up a pitchfork, and started clearing the weeds elsewhere.

After a while, when the fieldwork was finished, Old C wiped his sweat away—it had been a long time since he’d exercised like this—and despite being exhausted and drenched, he felt refreshed.

He returned to the farmer and said,

“Brother, I’ve finished hoeing the land for you.”

Hearing Old C’s words, the farmer looked at the lands, unsure of what to say.

“…Thank you.”

That was all he could reply in the end.

“I’ve already finished hoeing the land for you, brother.”

Old C repeated it, changing the word order just in case the System didn’t recognize it.

He waited for the farmer to give him his reward.

“…Thank you?”

The farmer didn’t know what the person in front of him was repeatedly doing, so he could only repeat it back.

“Is it still not enough?”

Old C wondered to himself.

Indeed, he had encountered some games where the developers were very clever; a quest wouldn’t immediately settle rewards, or even provide feedback. You had to persistently trigger and complete it for several days before you could possibly receive a hidden reward at the end.

Looking at it this way, helping the farmer with his work might indeed be part of a hidden quest chain.

Seeing Old C deep in thought, the farmer also pondered a bit. The other person had helped him with farm work for so long; it seemed right to give some sort of reward, but he certainly had no money on him. Seeing it was getting late, why not invite him for a meal?

“Would you like to come to my house for a meal?”

The farmer said.

Old C was taken aback, was he really triggering some kind of hidden plot?

He immediately accepted and followed the farmer back home.

Along the way, other players looked at him with curious expressions.

“How did he manage that?”

“I saw him helping with the farming earlier, could it be that you get a reward for helping with the fields?”

“But there was no task prompt, not even an exclamation mark.”

“Have you ever played a game before? Of course, such games don’t have a task list; everything has to be triggered on your own.”

“Is it too late to help with the farming now?”

After discovering that Old C had triggered a new storyline, the players flocked to the fields as well.

They helped weed, water, shovel cow dung, and even swept the streets.

The villagers looked at each other, baffled. What in the world did this group of people want to do?

They had never seen such people before, helping strangers actively without expecting anything in return, just like the messengers of gods in myths.

But they were not the messengers of gods, but rather brought by those Travelers, brought by the Baron.

These villagers had some new thoughts in their minds, but a life long dulled by numbness couldn’t be changed in just a short period of time.

Elsewhere, Baron Gerro watching the scene from the watchtower, found it incredibly unbelievable.

“Is this magic?”

He had never seen such a spell; these summoned creatures possessed thinking like humans, and even seemed much smarter than common folks.

But in some situations, they appeared rather simple, helping others without seeking rewards, and their curiosity was so strong that even death couldn’t scare them.

“This is not magic.”

Lu Ban answered.

“They’re just some creatures who are very easily satisfied.”

He checked the time, most players’ power should be running out soon; they would temporarily leave this world.

When they returned, Lu Ban could make some simple weapons and equipment, or extraordinary items as rewards for the players.

Lu Ban knew well that the appeal of games was the certainty of gain for effort expended, the continuous positive feedback and reward stimuli were what made games so addictive.

Unfortunately, the capacity of the mire was limited; Lu Ban needed the first batch of players to develop a part of the Black Forest before he could continue expanding. Fortunately, time flowed slower here than on Earth, giving Lu Ban plenty of it.

As night fell, the players logged off one after another in the town, Lu Ban returned to the Baron’s Mansion.

Joester had awakened, and Lu Ban had questions to ask him.

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