"Get ready?!" The moment Hao Ren heard that from the Data Terminal, he felt unsteady on his feet. "Get ready for what?! You want me to take on the Wolf pack head-on?"
Hao Ren looked down at what he was wearing. Being empty-handed was bad enough, but he was also in pajamas! Pajamas were bad enough, but he was barefoot! Being barefoot was bad enough, but he vaguely remembered that the black wolves on this grassland were bigger than he was! Under such circumstances, the Data Terminal had the nerve to tell him to "get ready." He immediately felt the urge to tie that piece of junk to a rope and use it as a meteor hammer: it was the only weapon he could think of at the moment.
The Data Terminal ignored the displeasure in Hao Ren's voice. It simply bobbed into his pocket and said something incomprehensible: "Your salary has arrived, but how much you can withdraw this time depends on you."
Just as Hao Ren was about to ask what that meant, a distinct rustling suddenly came from the nearby grass: the Wolf pack seemed to have noticed that its "prey" had become alert, and it impatiently tightened the encirclement.
Just as the Data Terminal had said, forcing his way out of the Wolf pack's encirclement was not very realistic. Hao Ren could only focus and prepare himself for the first challenge he had encountered in the Dream Plane.
He recalled facing hundreds of steel undead in the Underground Palace that day, but honestly, that battle had little reference value. Back then, he had two combat monsters of superwomen at his side, and those metal cans had just woken up. They were incredibly slow and clumsy, with no real strengths other than being hard to kill. As