Chapter 169: Chapter 155 Resource Collection

After a period of "hunger marketing", the Catastrophe Warhorse finally became a staple for everyone, and was truly popularized.

From the crossroads of faith to the Trident Junction, you can always see the frenzied Undead sprinting in all directions, howling as they fly past, or simply imitating mounted charging skills learned from nowhere, emitting a laugh that would make even the Calamity shiver.

Some Undead began to fancy the Cavalry attire, among which a long spear was a "must-have" item; the flags hanging on the spearheads became a business opportunity that was not too big or too small, but alas, this opportunity was fleeting.

The abundant energy of the Undead prompted Lind to consider organizing a Cavalry duel, PVP would surely become the Undead’s favorite event.

It was inappropriate to start an internal conflict when hidden dangers still lingered, and if the Undead died in battle, who would be reimbursed for the Magic Potion needed for recovery, who organized it would be responsible.

Since Lind was not The Officials, of course, he couldn’t possibly pay out of his own pocket to organize such events.

Otherwise, death would truly mean a loss of levels, and there certainly wouldn’t be any Undead willing to participate.

But that doesn’t mean the strength of the Undead would lie idle, even if Lind didn’t use rewards and quests to guide their actions, they wouldn’t stay idle.

Ever since the "Leon City dungeon" was conquered, building the Main City had already been put on the agenda, and the Undead rode their Catastrophe Warhorses to various regions to gather resources for the task.

In other words, transformed into street roamers.

In addition, searching for Cyclops became the main job for some of the Undead.

Anyway, they rode their Catastrophe Warhorses and whistled past, scouring every corner of the Red Dragon Mountains.

If you follow the uppermost road at Trident Junction, you will run into a road blocked by collapsed boulders, which is the route leading to the watchtower once manned by Lance and his people, thankfully there’s a humble side path available for passage.

The very place where the Undead were routed by the Cyclops is on this road.

The enthusiasm of the Undead to search was rekindled at this point, finding and killing the Cyclops would earn a reward and possibly the Volcano Monster Bird.

With the Catastrophe Warhorses already in their possession, it was hard for the Undead to refuse another creature that could help them "fly" away from the ground, the Volcano Monster Bird.

Unfortunately, the whereabouts of the Cyclops were hard to find, as was the case with the previous cave, the Cyclops seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Anyway, since the quests were on the way, running around was just like revealing the map.

...

"Next time, I’ll drink next time, I have some things to take care of right now."

"Playing games? Bro, what kind of game are you playing that you can wear something and keep playing in your dreams? Why can’t I find the helmet for sale online anywhere?"

"This game is still in beta testing, there are only 3000 spots, you know what beta testing is, right? Money can’t buy it."

"Really? I did check out that official website, felt like a bunch of people took over a movie set and made some behind-the-scenes videos. Hey, bro, you’re not working as an extra, are you?"

"I told you, it’s a game."

"Then next time I come over to your place, let me try on the helmet."

"Helmets are bound to the user, you won’t see anything if you wear it."

"Why does it feel like it’s all in your head... Alright, I won’t disturb you gaming any longer, but seriously, you better come drink next time, roar."

"Definitely, next time for sure!"

The man waved goodbye to his colleague and drove home quickly.

After using the bathroom and taking care of all the physiological needs that might affect his game, he took out his gaming helmet.

He connected it to the power supply and then pulled out a third-party device customized from a second-hand trading platform from the cabinet.

Playing with just a helmet was still too likely to cause neck injuries, so initially, players would wear U-shaped pillows, but later, some crafty experts came into the scene and created sleep pods by modifying capsule pods.

It was said that some people had started researching how to stay online for extended periods, but because it was too extreme, the idea remained only on paper.

For example, medical modifications for the lower body, installing catheters, and inserting tubes in the throat to regularly administer nutritional fluids, were essentially gear designed for people in a vegetative state.

Even the problem of muscle atrophy from lying down for an extended period had been considered, leading to the upgrade of massage devices to version 2.0, but so far, no one had actually experienced such a magnificent product.

People were just more interested in customized U-shaped pillows and similar accessories for the helmet.

The man lay back on the bed, adjusted the helmet to a comfortable position, and closed his eyes.

The link began.

His vision quickly shifted from his room, and his consciousness seemed to travel through time and space as some force pulled his soul across infinite distances, eventually arriving on a continent.

After enduring the "login screen," his view changed and finally stabilized on the familiar gray-white sky, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Ever since the last "Abyss" incident forced players to log off, everyone was somewhat worried, feeling as if the game developers had accidentally given the enemies too much power.

Powerful foes were nothing new, but no one had seen adversaries actually banning player accounts.

He checked his equipment and then headed to a temporary tent at the watchtower in his Former Territory.

The number of NPCs and Undead lingering in the area had noticeably decreased.

The game was so realistic it was like a brand-new second life in Another World, which made many people game intensely online, experiencing the "journey in Another World."

Beyond the immersion, the actions of players could influence the NPCs, and everything in their territory could change based on players’ decisions, which was highly addictive.

The bad got worse, and the good got better.

This made most players consider their decisions very carefully.

He walked toward the tent, ready to scout out some quests. The progress bar for building the Main City changed daily, but it was too slow for the Undead.

Gathering resources from corners here and there and then laboriously transporting them back only to see the progress bar move forward by less than 0.01%.

It was too time-consuming.

"My Magic Potion will not lose?" The NPC that issued quests was a somewhat familiar character.

"I am," he nodded.

"Right now, Lord Lind is preparing to replan the construction of a new Main City and is lacking many resources."

Compared to direct involvement in construction, quests emphasized more on the scarcity of resources, requiring the Undead to collect various materials.

In contrast, building itself was the least important; a bunch of Undead, comparable to the little superheroes in superhero movies, carried heavy stones and moved swiftly, popping Magic Potions to recover their strength, ready to jump right back into work.

My Magic Potion will not lose looked left and right, then leaned close to the NPC and whispered, "Lord, would you be interested in grabbing a drink at the tavern?"

He mimed a drinking gesture, "I heard that Old Pete recently came up with a new dish, a food called tofu. It’s as white as a young girl’s skin, soft and smooth to the taste, ssst, and especially good with alcohol. If you happen to have time after work..."

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