The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 183 - 169 Reward: Unlocking the Banshee Pool

Chapter 183: Chapter 169 Reward: Unlocking the Banshee Pool

[New! Any brothers from Crying Town? The bros are representing Star Dragon City to take over, meow!]

A post appeared on the official forum of "Doomsday Magic Ring." With an average of 3,000 people online at night, the number usually hovered around 2,800, and each person had new discoveries daily.

New videos, new topics, and all sorts of things kept coming, plus a mass of people who weren’t qualified to register for accounts flocked to the site, making the forum very lively.

So the likelihood of this post being seen was quite small, with a chance of it being buried.

But this time, someone actually replied.

"Don’t go to Crying Town, it’s deserted now. We’re all at the Magic School of Tomorrow, learning magic."

The stone stirred a thousand ripples, and just like that, the insignificant Newbie Village suddenly surged in popularity. What did it mean for over eighty players to learn magic together? Could it be the next Star Dragon City?

The Magic School of Tomorrow seemed to have a certain prestige as well.

"How do I get to the Magic School of Tomorrow?"

"Please giegie guide me~"

"How come I’ve never heard of it before? What’s the deal with the Magic School of Tomorrow?"

"How do you enroll? What can you learn? Is there broom flying?"

"Is there a crossover event?"

All sorts of questions arose, with the Undead of Star Dragon City undoubtedly the most concerned, as taking over Crying Town was both a mission and a chance for them to gain points painlessly.

Ever since joining the Star Dragon alliance, they had been constantly short on points.

The Undead staying at the Magic School of Tomorrow seemed to have no extra thoughts on discussions, just hastily provided an address, then logged on to happily study magic.

In their own words, learning magic at the magic school was just too much fun, and it gave a feeling of becoming smarter that was incredibly addictive.

You head west out of Crying Town and take the fork in the road at Soul Valley northwestward. Then, take the small winding path, trudge through the expedition-like annoying route, scale a low hill, and then climb up a ridge. At the top of the winding hills, there’s a small castle.

Spikey turrets, slim watchtowers stand like ghostly figures, seemingly aiming to pierce the sky.

This is the Magic School of Tomorrow.

The castle is built against the cliff, with the ocean at its back.

They had reached the utmost northwestern direction, which was also the edge of the continent they were standing on. Riding horses at the edge of the castle and looking out, the boundless black sea roared towards them.

The waves crashed against the cliffs, and after colliding with the rocks, the dark waters would turn white, the tumbling foam driving sprays of salty sea breeze against their faces, causing a slight tickle in their nostrils.

Loves White Silk and Long Live Sister Li formed a two-person team; they managed to sync their times occasionally, so sometimes they would venture on quests together.

The two didn’t waste much time admiring the seascape, as the dark ocean brought too much pressure.

It felt as if some enormous sea monster lurked beneath the pitch-black sea surface, its countless red eyes staring at them intently.

They inexplicably began to experience a slight fear of the deep sea.

Turning around quickly, the pair refocused their attention on the building that greatly resembled Vampire Castle, finding a long table at the entrance, weighed down by a stack of papers.

During the day, two rusty iron gates resembling a fence were forcefully chained together. The sea breeze exerted a lot of effort to shake the iron gates.

It was irresistible not to think of "Miyazaki Hidetaka’s son couldn’t open the kindergarten gate from this side."

Meanwhile, there was a hole in the wall next to it, making entering the castle possible without opening the gates.

Just as Long Live Sister Li reached for the stone, the sea breeze suddenly picked up and the papers seized the opportunity to break free and soar into the sky.

He reached out haphazardly and managed to grasp only one flyer through the gaps between his fingers.

The content was simple.

"The magic school is officially recruiting tomorrow, with witch mentor Morena and principal Mr. Dome welcoming you to come and explore the mysteries of magic!"

Long Live Sister Li turned to Loves White Silk and pointed towards the iron gate, "Is this the place, the magic school? Just go straight in?"

"I always feel something is not quite right about this place," Loves White Silk frowned.

After playing "Doomsday Magic Ring" for a long time, it was easy to mistake it for the real world. Moreover, as more players not so keen on leveling up and grinding equipment started to delve into the game’s lore, they gradually discovered that every part of this game was filled with details.

Details so abundant, they were explosive. Every NPC had their own life trajectory, and their daily routines were different. You could even experience normal village life where you rise at sunrise and rest at sunset, continuing conversations with NPCs from the previous day as if it were the real world.

Of course, living normally in this world was never the intention; struggling for survival was the norm.

Dome was an enemy, a point that Lind had always emphasized when assigning missions.

The two exchanged glances, filled with doubt and caution, and walked into the castle ruins with their weapons in hand.

...

[new!Magic school tomorrow, amazing!]

Lind browsed through the chaotic messages on the forum, his frown deepening when he saw a post from @Loves White Silk.

"Doomsday Magic Ring" had attracted a huge influx of players due to its viral short videos, causing the player count to skyrocket. The Undead, in their quest for Milano shards, were no longer serious about their cyber serfdom, choosing instead to engage in stunts.

These were not issues. His territory was gradually developing. As the ruler of the Main City connected to several Newbie Villages, he didn’t need to clean up after the Undead.

With the expansion in size, a steady stream of Undead would naturally come.

It’s like opening a shop; initially, you need to distribute flyers on the street to attract customers, but once business picks up, they come of their own accord.

Developing NPC forces was Lind’s next course of action.

The Undead were destined to be nothing more than Foot Soldiers, cannon fodder, laborers.

But the recent messages about the magic school tomorrow made him uneasy.

The Undead heading to Soul Valley had lost contact, and the few who did pop up only praised the magic school tomorrow, without any screenshots, keeping the school enshrouded in mystery from beginning to end.

There had been no word from the Great Knight team led by Reed, who had been assigned to Soul Valley.

Things were starting to take a strange turn.

Taking down the magic school tomorrow had become the most pressing matter...

"Me?" Milan pointed to her own nose, "Go to the magic school tomorrow with you? I’ve never been there, I can’t take on Dome alone."

Her demeanor became carefree once she was sure Lind had no intention of killing her.

"Of course, it’s not just you," Lind turned his head and pointed behind him, "They will all go with you."

Over two hundred assassins in hoods sprang out from every corner.

A vast expanse of white, it was a strong visual impact.

The Lord had just issued the latest large-scale siege mission.

"Infiltrate the magic school tomorrow, defeat Dome and other enemies."

"Reward: Unlocking Banshee Pond."