Weapons

Secret Realm Lobby.

It was packed to the brim.

Another thrilling adventure had begun.

The adventurers ordered food while waiting in line.

Bright Moon Reflecting Snow said generously, "Xiao Ya, bring each of the four of us a box of Ice Cream. Put it all on my tab!"

Cat MeowMeow said, "Wow, thanks for the treat, boss!"

Lonely Swordsman said, "Get me a pack of Huazi!"

Black Stone Hammer King said, "Make five cups of instant noodles, add sausages, and bring a bottle of Cola!"

"..."

The atmosphere was lively.

Everyone was having a great time.

It was practically a fantasy-world version of an internet café.

Although Qi Ji had assigned five more Gnome Subjects to the Secret Realm Lobby to assist Little Net Admin Nan Xi Li Ya in serving the adventurers, they had just started and were unfamiliar with the work, leaving Nan Xi Li Ya rushed off her feet.

Miracle City had too few citizens.

Many positions were severely understaffed!

The number of adventurers would surge in the future.

The labor shortage would only become more pronounced.

This was also one of the reasons the territory had to expand.

Only by occupying more land could they absorb more people and citizens, earning more benefits and profits from the adventurers.

The adventurers had eaten and drunk their fill, yet still wanted more.

Lone Wolf praised, "Not only are Miracle City's Secret Realms fun, but the food it produces is also first-rate."

Black Stone Hammer King said, "The only downside is that it's a little expensive!"

Pig King said, "Can't be helped. Ever since Fatty started eating Miracle City's food, the food in town tastes like pig feed."

Lone Wolf said, "Aren't you a pig?"

"Ergou, you're asking for it!"

The adventurers engaged in their usual horseplay.

At that moment, Sleeping in the Wind cleared his throat. "Everyone, quiet down. Today's challenge is extremely severe. With the Tyrant Zombie Tracker, such a powerful obstacle in our way, we can't possibly clear the Second Level of the Raging Tide Secret Realm. Are we supposed to turn back and grind the First Level?"

Irritable Little Chicken said, "Impossible!"

Cat MeowMeow said, "The Tracker is far from invincible. Let's find a way and teach the Lord a lesson!"

"That's right!"

"We'll never retreat!"

"We'll never give up!"

"We'll fight the Second Level to the end!"

"Good luck, big shots! Although we haven't cleared the First Level yet, our chances of clearing it today are high. When the time comes, we'll work together with you big shots and face the Tracker's challenge!"

"..."

Their morale soared!

The Tracker was strong?

But the adventurers weren't afraid!

The stronger the monster, the more it stirred the adventurers' competitive and conquering instincts!

Sleeping in the Wind continued, "It's good that everyone has such fighting spirit, but we can't underestimate the Tracker, much less the Lord's methods. Our challenge attempts are limited. We must be efficient and can't just charge in blindly!"

Bright Moon Reflecting Snow asked, "What do you have in mind?"

Sleeping in the Wind said, "Last night, we compiled all the information at the inn. We've now made a city map for the Second Level and marked every area that hasn't been fully explored. I suggest we divide the work precisely and conduct a thorough, carpet-style search!"

"Good!"

"That'll make us much more efficient!"

"If this city really hides a way to defeat the Tracker—"

"With so many teams, we'll definitely find it in less time!"

"I'm in!"

"Me too!"

"Let's give today's operation a badass name!"

The adventurers eagerly joined in. Since the Tracker Zombie was a type of Tyrant Zombie, they named today's operation the Kingslaying Operation. Sleeping in the Wind became the operation's overall commander, assigning specific tasks to each team.

Sleeping in the Wind had clearly planned this long ago.

He had done a great deal of preparation for today's operation.

Under his command, everyone immediately sprang into action.

Seeing how easily he rallied everyone and displayed some leadership talent, White Crane Hermit's evaluation of him rose a few points.

"Young people are so full of drive... This old man can't fall behind either!"

Although White Crane Hermit was very interested in challenging the Tracker, he still could not enter the Second Level, so he could not join the Kingslaying Operation. He could only honestly tackle the First Level first.

Yet when faced with party invitations,

he still refused and chose to solo it again.

Although the adventurers felt that the Old Dean was a little stubborn, they were also curious whether one person could truly solo a stage. A large crowd of spectators always gathered around White Crane Hermit's Secret Realm Crystal.

In truth, given his abilities and experience, clearing the stage would not be difficult if that were his only goal. After all, the Tank Zombie and Witch Zombie in the First Level appeared in relatively fixed locations.

As long as he avoided the two strongest monsters,

the level was not particularly hard to clear.

The adventurers had already worked out a shortcut route for clearing it.

Quite a few had already used that route to clear the First Level.

Who was White Crane Hermit? He disdained doing such a thing. Rarely seized by the urge to challenge himself, he instead chose to confront the difficulty head-on, challenging either the Tank Zombie or the Witch Zombie alone.

On his first run,

he did not encounter the Tank Zombie.

He was killed midway through by a Charger's sneak attack from behind.

There was nothing to be done about that. In Single Player Mode, if one encountered a special infected and failed to spot it in advance or respond immediately, the chance of self-rescue was negligible.

On his second run,

he cut down nearly a hundred Zombies along the way and finally came face-to-face with a Tank Zombie. However, the difficulty of fighting it one-on-one was far greater than he had imagined, and he was ultimately defeated.

Although he lost the first battle,

White Crane Hermit had already grasped the Tank's attack patterns and habits.

On his third run,

White Crane Hermit prepared two Oil Barrels and a Molotov Cocktail in advance. He first used traps to heavily wound the Tank before dueling it. He had originally stood a good chance of winning, but at the crucial moment, he alerted a nearby horde of Zombies. His rhythm was thrown into disarray, and all his efforts came to nothing.

The adventurers were fired up when they saw this!

That run had been such a shame!

He had been so close.

After White Crane Hermit summed things up,

he immediately began his fourth battle.

This time, he cleared out the nearby Zombies beforehand, improved his traps, and used the terrain to maneuver around the Tank. After fighting for a full twenty minutes, he finally defeated it by the narrowest margin just as his ammunition was nearly exhausted.

The cheers of the watching adventurers were deafening.

"Oh my god!"

"He actually did it!"

"He really soloed a Tank Zombie?"

"Despite being completely outmatched in speed, stamina, and destructive power, with no teammates assisting him at all, he actually relied on the terrain to maneuver around that terrifying monster and ultimately killed it outright!"

"The Old Dean is incredible!"

"What? The Old Master beat the Tank by himself?"

"If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed anyone could pull off something so amazing. It looks like Black Stone Town's Top Adventurer is worth even more than before!"

"..."

Faced with the Cheering and Applause from the younger generation,

White Crane Hermit did not feel proud this time.

Although he had defeated the Tank, he had expended a great deal of ammunition and suffered fairly serious injuries.

"Sigh, I haven't entered a Dungeon in ten years. My current condition is still far from my peak!"

Otherwise,

would a brainless brute like that

have given him such a hard time?!

This old adventurer enjoyed challenging his limits, but he was not completely inflexible.

He knew very well that his victory this time had involved a certain amount of luck. Now that he was short on guns and ammunition and injured as well, his Chances of Winning against another one were exceedingly slim. Rather than die meaninglessly, he might as well clear the stage once first.

It would not be too late to challenge a higher difficulty and aim for a higher rating next time.

White Crane Hermit then avoided the areas where the Tank and Witch appeared, killed thirty or forty Common Zombies along the way, along with a Hunter that tried to ambush him, and finally found and entered the safe room without incident.

You cleared "Doomsday Frenzy First Level" and obtained "Tank Zombie Essence Soul" +1!

Not bad luck!

A five-star Gray Soul had dropped!

Based on the current data, even when killing a Tank Zombie, the Drop Rate of this type of Soul Essence was below 20%.

Although that rate was already quite high compared to other Secret Realms under the same circumstances, at least four or five times higher, it was still a relatively low-probability occurrence.

It was probably because soloing the stage earned a higher clear rating.

The Drop Rate also increased substantially as a result.

That felt great!

Even setting aside the rewards,

the Raging Tide Secret Realm was undoubtedly the most exhilarating Secret Realm White Crane Hermit had ever experienced.

He had 1 point of stamina left.

He could still challenge it once more.

White Crane Hermit was not in a hurry this time.

Because he had now unlocked the Second Level.

Those young people would have a hard time defeating the Stalker Tyrant. If necessary, the Old Master would not mind contributing some effort.

Nan Xi Li Ya had watched White Crane Hermit's challenge from the sidelines. When she saw him truly clear a proper stage of Doomsday Frenzy all by himself, her little face immediately showed a grave and uneasy expression.

In another corner of the lobby,

another adventurer cried out in surprise!

The news invigorated every adventurer, yet it left the Little Net Admin utterly alarmed.

"Fuck!"

"Everyone, come look!"

"Someone found a weapon to deal with the Stalker Tyrant!"