Chapter 174: Chapter 160 Acts of Bravery

"What exactly is the hidden door?"

"Part of the storyline?"

My ring will never lose took off his helmet, the air conditioning was on in the room, but his forehead still sweated from wearing the helmet for a long time.

He had already purchased the necessary accessories online, but there seemed to be some issues with the local delivery service, and after two days, they still hadn’t delivered to his hands.

"There wouldn’t be any scammers this time, right?" The online master craftsmen could sometimes rip you off, whether you encounter one depended on their conscience and your luck.

Yet his mind remained fixed on that iron door in the Starlet mine shaft of Doomsday Magic Ring.

After washing his face in the bathroom, my ring will never lose grabbed a drink from the fridge and casually checked his phone.

If it weren’t for the need to work, his addiction to gaming was almost severing ties with the real world; his colleagues would send him loads of gossip and complaints about the leadership, he used to enjoy reading those but now couldn’t be bothered to pay much attention.

Cyber mining in the game is much more interesting anyway.

They had also formed groups for playing together, but since they could only chat using the game’s official functions once the helmet was on, the main purpose of these groups was to organize people to log on together.

Sometimes they’d idle chat as well, but not much; why not play the game and chat at the same time? He could catch up on sleep while playing.

Many female players had expressed that after playing this game, their skin had gradually improved, and some had even cured their insomnia.

"What’s going on in Cazhen Town? Aren’t you guys heading to the Main City, or is it that there aren’t any guiding storyline NPCs?"

"Stop it, there’s a super badass NPC in Cazhen Town who just blocks the way and doesn’t let anyone leave."

"That’s great then, we’ll just come over and storm through, helping you guys escape from misery at the same time."

"Storm through my ass, the last time we tried to make him go rogue, his level showed as 33, plus he was a Necromancer. He often stays in the great cathedral of Cazhen, and there’s a large graveyard behind it; conservatively speaking, there must be thousands of bodies, get what I mean?"

"Holy crap, that’s awesome?"

"What’s even more awesome is he wants to attract us players to join his cause, you get what I mean?"

"Change profession?"

A Necromancer, that sounded a lot more interesting than a Curse Wizard.

Just a flick of the wrist, and an army of thousands charges forward; not a single player could refuse such a scene, and if you could summon an Undead Bone Dragon on top of that, you might as well cosplay as the Lich King.

My ring will never lose read the group chat for a while, thinking that these guys were dreaming. Never mind the likelihood of changing profession to a Necromancer, summoning a bunch of minions to help was out of the question for everyone.

The game wouldn’t be designed like that.

He was feeling a bit hungry; he’d glanced at the fridge earlier and found nothing to eat, and was just about to order takeout on his phone when it showed that the package had already been successfully delivered.

"That’s not right," he looked at the delivery location, his expression slightly annoyed.

Being late was one thing, but having it delivered to a station several kilometers away was another.

He called them, and while they were very apologetic on the phone, it was just that—apologetic.

"When can it be delivered?" he asked, not in the best of tempers.

"The earliest would be the day after tomorrow."

"It’s just a few kilometers away!"

"But it falls under two different delivery areas. We need to send the parcel back to the area center and then out to your area before it can be given to the courier."

I’ve never seen you so keen to follow rules before.

"Forget it, I’ll go get it myself."

He had waited too long and didn’t want to wait any longer.

After hanging up, my ring will never lose grabbed his keys and left, taking the trash with him on the way out.

He hopped on his electric bike and sped away.

The station was a few kilometers away and not very familiar to him; following the navigation’s twists and turns, it took him more than ten minutes to successfully arrive.

The moment he took hold of the parcel, a sense of happiness washed over him.

Just as he was about to leave, he noticed a street barbecue stall and thought of packing some grilled food to eat at home, so he walked up to the owner and ordered.

"Yeah, just these—pack them up to take away,"

He turned his head, spotted a plastic chair filled with cracked tiles, and plopped down onto it.

Body and soul, relieved.

"Hey, it was just a joke, what’s the big deal?"

There was a boisterous commotion nearby.

Several tattooed men, who in the heat of summer didn’t dress properly and pulled up their tank tops like a bra to expose their bellies, were flushed with drink, gesturing and arguing with two girls, emotions running high.

"Fuck, there are still people like this?" He had seen it many times on short video platforms before and always thought that even those who slipped through the nine years of compulsory education should have some sense.

Harassing women on the street, they really were asking for a prison meal.

He didn’t want to get involved at first, but to his surprise, those men became more and more excessive. The barbecue stall owner couldn’t stand it anymore and went over to stop them, only to find that the group, like dogs whose tails had been stepped on, felt their domineering authority had been challenged and started punching the owner.

"What are you looking at!" One of the tattooed men who hadn’t yet joined the fray pointed aggressively at me when he saw my glance, as if I wouldn’t lose.

What these tattooed men were best at was pointing forward with their right hand while tucking the left into a pocket.

The beating became fiercer, the girls were crying, and the stall owner was trying to fight back.

"Fuck!" I, unfazed by defeat, stood up quickly, broke into a run, then leaped forward.

Before his transformation into a Cursed Wizard and Two-Headed Person, he had, as an Undead with meager fighting abilities, grappled with the Calamity beasts in melee combat.

The skills honed in those life-and-death fights unleashed themselves at this moment with unrestrained intensity.

A flying kick sent the tattooed ribcage man pointing at me crashing to the ground; upon landing, as another tattooed man prepared to kick, my quick reflexes allowed me to grab his raised foot.

Most people’s first instinct upon seeing a raised foot would be to dodge, but he had been through too many battles to be fazed by such an obvious opening—he could barely contain himself.

Gripping the man’s foot, he simultaneously swept with his own right leg.

"Ow!" The second tattooed man fell to the ground.

"Motherfucker!" The other tattooed men took notice of the situation and charged at him, bristling with anger.

I, whose environment can’t be defeated, rolled out of the way and neatly dodged a series of kicks.

The tattooed men weren’t very good at fighting, opting to kick, then kick again, or raise their fists high and smash down, as if they were afraid their opponents couldn’t dodge.

Grabbing a broom lying nearby, my tranquil heart steadied in an instant, and the familiar feeling of fighting with a one-handed sword surged through him.

Armed with a broom, he charged into the midst of the tattooed men and, single-handedly, turned the tide, sending them reeling.

Meanwhile, the commotion drew the attention of a crowd of onlookers.

Most were just watching, but someone called out, "Don’t worry, young man, we’ve called the cops!"

The two girls helped each other up, sniffling with red slap marks on their faces.

"Are you alright?"

"Hiss, I’m fine, just forgot to turn down the pain feedback," I, undefeated by circumstances, replied reflexively while rubbing my arm, before realizing that this wasn’t a game.

Soon, the police car arrived, and a bunch of people were taken away in it.

Inside the police station, I, unperturbed by circumstances, was very calm, for this was a case of righteous heroism. Not only did the stall owner and the two girls testify on his behalf, but the entire incident was also clearly recorded by video cameras.

That night, someone uploaded a video they had shot on their phone of one man with a broom single-handedly taking on a gang of social scum to the internet.

I, assured of victory, wasn’t aware that I had seemingly become a sensation, and even if I had known, it wouldn’t have mattered to me. The real world’s lure was waning, while the draw of gaming was growing stronger.

Even when the two girls took the initiative to add him as a contact and came over to chat, his enthusiasm for the act was conspicuously lacking.

What’s so interesting about women? He needed to go online and mine!

Resources in the Main City were nearly gathered, don’t you know? There’s nothing more important than this!

After getting home, he couldn’t wait to swap in the new gear.

After making some adjustments, he lay down on the bed.

And then, he initiated—Start up the Divine!

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