Although this world's version of "Palworld" was considerably harder than the original,
its overall gameplay was still fairly casual and entertaining.
Cultivators caught Pals, tended their households, and called up their fellow disciples to fight Great Demons together...
Life was positively blissful.
Li Moran, however, was playing an entirely different game.
Everyone else was playing a power fantasy. She was playing a Souls game.
She had always kept her word. Since Lu Ze had said she could not use Pals when fighting Pals, she had never used one from beginning to end.
Her party always held a Cloud Sea Deer for traveling and a flying mount, while the remaining three slots were filled with Lamballs serving as mascots.
With nothing but a blade and a sword, she had hacked her way to level 54.
She put every attribute point into attack and stamina, committed to clearing the game on a single life.
When she had killed a level 37 Forest Mammoth with a battered Iron Sword, even Lu Ze had been astonished.
That was equivalent to a stubborn newcomer playing "Elden Ring" for the first time grinding the Tree Sentinel down through sheer skill...
Whether in technique or perseverance, Li Moran far surpassed ordinary people. No wonder the Spirit Cloud Sect called her a genius seen only once in a thousand years.
After the battle with the Forest Mammoth, Li Moran seemed to have truly grasped something.
Alone with her sword, she had cut her way from the Starting Plateau to the Pure White Snowfield without dying even once more.
Lu Ze, who had intended to lure Li Moran in to feed him Demonic Value, had his hopes dashed.
Only at the frozen lake halfway up Spirit Peak Mountain did Li Moran encounter a second Pal that put pressure on