Chapter 128: The Abandoned Village
Wang Xixi: “Wind God, what a beautiful strike! The Wind God has launched a full-blown counterattack! Wait, what?! That’s the sword he threw earlier! Turns out, it was all part of the plan from the get-go! The outcome was destined from the start!”
“It’s like fallen leaves caught in a whirlwind, yet like light ice melting in the sun. The Wind God is really killing it with this move!”
Ai Kun: “Right?! Not only was that a great strike, but the loot is awesome too. This basically counts as half a life gone.”
Little Moon: “Let’s take a look at his score. The Wind God has lit up the Bone Forest solo and reached 562 points—well ahead of the second place with just 43 points!”
Wang Xixi: “And I think this lead will only get bigger because the Wind God’s gear is way ahead of the others. It’s like he’s rocking six-piece god gear against scattered items!”
Little Moon: “Don’t let the Wind God’s easy monster farming fool you into thinking this event is simple. Let’s check how many players are left in the dungeon.”
“According to official stats, there were a total of players qualified for this event, and now, about half an hour in, there are still players remaining.”
“Which means about half the players have been eliminated in just this half hour. It’s worth noting that the players qualifying for this event are the top tier from all servers.”
Wang Xixi: “Those players probably ran into monsters before they had a chance to level up, and unfortunately, they had to say goodbye.”
“In this event mode, leveling up is crucial. How to ensure survival with low development and how to maximize growth while keeping alive is a topic certainly worth exploring.”
The director kindly switched the screen to the perspective of other players.
You could see many players running around in a panic.
Once they started to scatter, they attracted even more monsters, not to mention possibly triggering some traps.
In this perilous dungeon, any overzealous action could lead to disaster.
They got lucky and captured footage of a player triggering a trap, half their body sinking into the ground, only to be bitten to d*ath by a nearby ghoul.
Of course, it was a purely green-tinted scene—no need for censorship.
No bl**d at all, just light particles flying out.
The camera switched back to the Wind God, who…
“Uh…” Wang Xixi was momentarily speechless, “What is he doing?”
Ai Kun: “That move… is he dribbling?”
Little Moon: “Clearly just admiring the flowers! There’s no basketball in this dungeon! I must say, that flower is beautiful.”
“But isn’t it a bit weird to admire flowers in a place like this?”
“Weird? That flower’s just weird.”
In the next moment, a hand shot up from the ground.
Yuliya just wrinkled her nose and smacked the hand back down.
Out it went, and back it went with a firm slap.
It reached for a second time, then got slapped again.
On the third try, a whole skull popped out.
“Get back in there!”
Yuliya jammed her right hand onto the skull, forcefully shoving it back down.
Her right hand pressed firmly against the ground, sealing off that space entirely.
Now that pesky skull was truly trapped.
The three in the live room: …
The comments: …
So that’s how it works?!
Wang Xixi took on the awkwardness: “Looks like the Wind God is having a blast playing whack-a-mole.”
Little Moon suddenly slapped her forehead: “I remember that flower! I think it’s called the Nether Flower, a key ingredient for a powerful blue potion. Even if not made into a potion, it restores blue.”
“So he’s waiting for it to mature?”
“Yep, Nether Flowers need to grow where there are plenty of corpses.”
Yuliya silently counted. The environment here was special, with a very strong moonlight, so the growth speed of local flora and fauna would be rapid.
After about a minute, the Nether Flower released a glow.
Got it!
She snatched the flower, putting it into her backpack.
Then… yanked out half of the skull’s body that was stuck underground.
“You’re no longer useful; you can roll out now.”
Boom!
The skull shattered.
Not a hint of mercy.
The trio of commentators were utterly speechless.
Even the usually loquacious Xixi took a long pause before mumbling out, “Dominant.”
But the comments section had completely exploded.
“This has utterly shattered my previous impression of the Wind God. This mysterious big shot is surprisingly adorable!”
“I find him so cute! I now think Little Moon was right; he might not even realize he’s streaming.”
“Who wouldn’t know? These subconscious little moves can’t be acted!”
“d*mn these clothes! Why are they so tightly wrapped? I just want to rush over and rip them off!”
“His voice even makes him sound a bit girl-like! Though there’s a similarity between shota and loli voices, you can tell the difference if you listen closely.”
“Does it matter if he’s a boy or girl? Isn’t a boy even better?”
“Then I’ll ask, is the Wind God an adult yet?”
“Whether he’s an adult or not, who cares?!”
“Hey! Is that a spirit? Yes, it’s him!”
Unaware that her secrets were being unraveled, Yuliya continued her exploration.
She stumbled across several chests along the way, but the rewards were pretty pathetic—no desire to pick anything up.
Looking at the bl**d gem in one hand and the Nether Flower in the other, she thought it best to skip the chests altogether. After all, opening chests didn’t contribute to exploration score.
A bit later, she arrived at the outskirts of a village.
Checking her map, she saw this place was called withered Wood Village, another tiny exploration point.
So, time to explore!
She activated her Golden Eyes and scanned the area, momentarily finding no danger.
Even though she knew there were definitely going to be monsters inside, the Golden Eyes hadn’t detected any, indicating it was either not monster spawning time or there was some other special mechanism at play.
She strode straight into the village and headed to the nearest house.
Most of the buildings here were wooden houses, constructed from special materials, looking as good as new.
She tried the door, and it was sturdy, so she opened it and stepped inside.
The house was divided into two rooms: a hall and a bedroom.
In the center of the hall was a dining table, nicely set up; the floor was clean too, aside from some wood shavings that had fallen from above due to age—it was basically clutter-free.
This surprised Yuliya a bit.
This was an abandoned village, but it didn’t feel like people had vanished into thin air; it was more like everything was left in order as if someone had just stepped away.
She looked around the decor.
Pretty simple; aside from the table, chairs, and a cabinet, there was hardly anything else—as if any unnecessary furnishings had been moved out.
Her gaze landed on the only decoration on the eastern wall: a small altar.
The offerings on the altar were long gone, leaving just a piece of wood—likely a statue.
Unfortunately, the statue had rotted over time, making it hard to tell what it once represented.
She picked up the statue and noticed two crooked characters carved into the back.
Yuliya squinted, managing to make out the words “Senra.”
(Next month, I’ll try for three updates and see if it goes better; this month will just have to do.)
