Unusual Teammates

The Player Forum was filled with countless posts of every kind, with new ones appearing almost every second.

There were announcements and news issued by the forum's organizer, the Xia Kingdom Special Administration Bureau, as well as personal experience shared by skilled independent players, pleas for help from newcomers, and quite a few posts from non-players.

Wang Zhifan's original self had gone through many channels to obtain an invitation code for this secret forum. After lurking for a long time and searching everywhere, he had eventually spent all his savings buying a Blademaster class card from Brother Qiang.

Most of the information on this forum no longer felt particularly new to Wang Zhifan, since he already had similar knowledge in his memories. What he paid more attention to now were the overall development trends among players and the latest movements of the Special Administration Bureau.

After all, the Special Administration Bureau was basically unknown to the public. Most people assumed it was some kind of police organization, and the bureau itself kept an extremely low profile, almost never releasing information to ordinary citizens. They mainly published official information on this Player Forum to influence Xia Kingdom's player community.

After browsing the Player Forum for a while, Wang Zhifan went on to do other relaxing things, such as watching movies, reading novels, or finding a restaurant outside for a meal. A person's mind needed both tension and relaxation; it could not remain taut all the time.

After spending the rest of the uneventful day, a calm night of rest soon brought him to a new day.

At eight that morning, Wang Zhifan woke up in his rented room. After washing up, he went outside and ate two bowls of beef noodles to fill his stomach. Following another half-hour of rest, he opened his personal player interface and chose to enter a dungeon.

Every player had the right to enter one dungeon each day. Players confident in their abilities could run a dungeon every day, while those less confident could choose to run only one per week. That weekly run was mandatory, at least under the system that existed at Wang Zhifan's current level.

As the young man in the rental room mentally confirmed his choice, his figure quickly vanished from the room and entered the dungeon world.

This time, he arrived on a flat grassland. As far as the eye could see, the ground was covered in lush green weeds, while several white clouds drifted across the blue sky. The only discordant sight was a huge tusked beast a hundred meters away, rooting through the earth and digging a pit.

Dungeon Objective: Kill the nearby wild boar (Lv3).

"Another animal-type enemy. These dungeons really have no imagination."

The moment Wang Zhifan spotted the huge creature rooting in the distance, he had guessed this dungeon's objective. He had originally hoped for a more interesting enemy, but it seemed unlikely at his current level.

Since this opponent looked thick-skinned and tough to deal with, Wang Zhifan turned to look at the two teammates beside him, hoping they could work together to clear the dungeon.

This time, both of his teammates were male. One was a short, chubby youth of seventeen or eighteen with empty hands. Not only was his build somewhat poor, but he also wore glasses for nearsightedness. He was probably a student and a shut-in.

When Wang Zhifan looked at him, the youth was staring fixedly at the huge wild boar still digging in the distance. His entire body trembled, and his face was pale.

"What's wrong with this guy?"

A puzzled look immediately appeared in Wang Zhifan's eyes. It was the first time he had seen such a strange teammate. The other person had no weapon at all, making it impossible to tell what class he was, and his overall condition was clearly abnormal. He looked like he had come to serve himself up as the wild boar's meal.

Wang Zhifan then shifted his attention to the other teammate. This one looked more normal. He was a young man in his early twenties of average height, dressed in a black trench coat and carrying a black-and-gray handgun. He was probably a Gunslinger player.

When Wang Zhifan looked at him, the man was glaring disdainfully at the trembling short, chubby youth beside him.

"Ahem. Before we start fighting, we should probably discuss a strategy first."

Seeing that neither teammate showed any intention of speaking, Wang Zhifan took the lead and broke the somewhat awkward atmosphere.

"Discuss what? With teammates like this, won't I have to carry everything myself?"

The pale, trembling chubby youth showed no obvious reaction to Wang Zhifan's words. Only the trench-coated young man responded with obvious irritation, presumably very dissatisfied at having encountered such a strange teammate.

"Are you a melee class? Are you Lv3?"

The trench-coated young man then raised his head with a slight frown and looked at Wang Zhifan, who wore Wolfhide Armor and held the Blade of the Wolf Fiend.

"I'm Lv1."

Wang Zhifan immediately displayed his level marker, showing his current level.

"Fuck! You're only Lv1?!"

The trench-coated young man stared at the level marker above Wang Zhifan's head and blurted out a curse. A complicated expression appeared on his face, somewhere between shock and anger.

"Fine! Fine! Fine! This dungeon really thinks highly of me! Listen up, I'm a Lv2 Gunslinger! You two go in first when the time comes! Create an opportunity for me to deal damage! That's the only way we clear this, got it?"

The Gunslinger player then spoke to Wang Zhifan and the trembling chubby youth in a highly displeased tone.

"Why do we have to go in first? Can't you shoot first?"

Wang Zhifan was somewhat displeased by the man's rude attitude, so he replied accordingly.

"What the fuck do you know? How many shots do you think it takes to kill a Lv3 wild boar? If a Gunslinger like me pulls it and gets locked onto, we're all screwed! If you don't understand, then shut the fuck up!"

The trench-coated young man snapped back at Wang Zhifan without the slightest courtesy.

"Heh. I suggest you watch your mouth."

The man's arrogant attitude had already annoyed Wang Zhifan. He no longer wanted to cooperate with this guy. He only thought the opponent would be difficult to kill quickly alone, not impossible to kill.

"Oh, fuck! Who the hell are you that I need to respect you?"

The trench-coated young man became even angrier upon hearing Wang Zhifan's response. From the look of things, he seemed ready to start a fight with Wang Zhifan.

Before Wang Zhifan could respond again, the trembling, chubby teammate beside them suddenly screamed.

"I don't want to die... I don't want to die! I don't want to die! Ahhh!!!"

As he shouted, he sprinted into the distance, running farther and farther away from the wild boar a hundred meters away, and away from Wang Zhifan and the trench-coated young man. He was actually trying to flee before the battle! "Fuck! How did I end up with two trash teammates like you?!"

Seeing the chubby youth dash away without any intention of fighting the monster, the trench-coated young man immediately began cursing loudly.

Wang Zhifan, meanwhile, watched the chubby youth run farther and farther away with a speechless expression. Today had truly opened his eyes; he had actually encountered such an unusual teammate.