Spoils Distribution

Standing before the corpses of the two colossal beasts, Fern once again directly felt Lin Yu's immense power.

Even in death, the oppressive presence of giant beasts can still be felt through their claws, teeth, and size.

Both of these colossal beasts died at Lin Yu's hands... Even though he was involved, Fern still felt a sense of unreality.

"What are you standing there for? Let's collect the loot!"

Lin Yu said calmly, patting the fern.

Fern then realized what was happening and looked at Lin Yu with some curiosity.

"Huh? Wait a minute, I only fired two crossbow bolts... Are you going to split these two spoils with me?"

Lin Yu shook his head.

"No, of course it's not that they're not split equally... both of them are yours."

He waved his hand and said.

Since he didn't need to collect loot to complete the "Tier Advancement," he might as well do a favor and give it to Fern.

Fern asked in surprise, "Huh? You don't want it?"

"Yes, I don't need it," Lin Yu said calmly. "So you can keep it."

Fern looked at Lin Yu with even more curiosity, but ultimately stopped dwelling on it.

"Alright, then I'll accept without hesitation... Anyway, given the combat strength you've demonstrated, we shouldn't lack spoils."

"But... you should know that the quality of 'loot' also affects rankings and such—even if you can handle a behemoth like this, it might not be easy to find one."

Lin Yu feigned surprise at the opportune moment. "So Tukam and Numenhak are considered rare now?"

"But it's okay, I didn't really care about the rankings anyway."

Lin Yu spoke again, and Jue pursed her lips.

"What a strange guy."

But regardless, as Player, Fern wouldn't be too pretentious.

She crouched down and began collecting her "spoils of war".

The so-called spoils of war could be teeth, fur, or something like the horn on the giant bear's head. At the same time, the "Rule token" can be used to condense some life essence into it.

The Ten Great Tribes that are the organizers will use Witchcraft to count and inspect the spoils of war that will be handed over.

Whether the beast was already dead when the "trophy" was collected, which beast it belonged to, and the time of collection can all be traced back through Witchcraft.

This ensures that these "trophies" are not stolen from wild animals, that "trophies" from the same carcass do not become evidence for two different players, and that "time" can be used to determine who the true owner of the "trophies" is.

Of course, this crude competition format is still not comprehensive enough—if someone is particularly lucky and skilled at stealth, they can't avoid picking up the corpses left behind in the battles between beasts or stealing the spoils of other participants.

But...

This is also part of the competition format—although the "Glory Festival" advocates and encourages head-on battles, if someone truly has the skill to plunder loot from other beasts and other participants and still manage to escape unscathed, they certainly deserve to be called a "warrior"!

Moreover, neither the Blood Luo nor the barbarians would almost ever choose this method.

Even among individual contestants from other races in this world who came to join the fun, such as the Demon Race and the Human Race, which are known for their cunning, none of them had ever done such a thing.

Of course, the situation is different for Player.

For example, Fern had clearly already keenly realized the possibility of "picking up a bargain," and even before meeting Lin Yu, she was already enthusiastically planning how to do so.

Only...

Lin Yu's performance was truly beyond Jue's comprehension.

She silently knocked off the sharp horn from the giant bear's head and pulled out a long tusk from the saber-toothed beast, then tied them up and hung them on her waist.

"Wouldn't doing this be a bit too conspicuous?"

Fern fiddled with the giant horns and tusks at its waist, asking as if talking to itself.

But before Lin Yu could answer, she answered herself.

"However, this could also be a form of strategic deterrence... and might even save us a lot of trouble."

Lin Yu looked at the fern, thought for a moment, and then said, "That's not necessarily true."

Fern was somewhat surprised. "What do you mean, Brother Moro?"

Lin Yu calmly said, "Compared to intimidation, your proactive display of strength is more likely to attract challenges from stronger individuals."

"This is the 'Glory Festival'. The races of the Black Marsh World are not afraid of battle, and there are no cowards on this land of the Blood Country —at least not during the 'Glory Festival'."

He said it calmly.

This was based on Lin Yu's analysis, but it still contained elements of speculation.

He didn't know if Fern's actions would attract challenges from other contestants. Although there was a certain probability that this might happen, and Lin Yu felt that his analysis was reasonable, he didn't know whether these contestants would prioritize hunting for their tribe and conserving their strength during the "Lin Yu Glory Festival," and instead maintain a sense of awe towards the strong.

His only sample was the initial berserk Bloodlust—and even then, the opponent didn't know he was strong.

But Lin Yu's goal wasn't to "guess correctly" anyway. Even if no one challenged Fern, he could simply remark, "I never imagined that the Blood Country and the Glory Festival would degenerate to such a boring state," which wouldn't damage the credibility of his character in the slightest.

After hearing Lin Yu's words, Jue pondered for a moment, then said, "Would that be? But... with you here, even if someone challenges us, we can still accept the challenge."

Lin Yu looked at Jue: "Is that so? But if the opponent were to challenge you, based on 'honor,' whether I fight for you or assist you, it would be an insult to you."

Wara said unexpectedly, "I don't think this is an insult at all. You're so strange. It feels like your values are more like those of the residents of the Black Marsh World."

"But since you've said it'll cause trouble, I'll just keep it."

As Fern spoke, she prepared to put away her spoils.

But Lin Yu gently pressed her hand down.

"No, let's leave it outside. I'm really looking forward to sparring with those self-proclaimed powerful warriors in this Glory Festival," Lin Yu said calmly. "As for the 'humiliation' comment earlier, I was just joking."

Fern looked Lin Yu up and down, his poker face shrugged, and then spoke up unexpectedly.

"It's strange that you can joke around!"

Lin Yu made a strange expression, as if he were trying to force a smile, like a cold-faced character.

"Actually, in my hometown, I'm considered to have a pretty good sense of humor."

"Ha, then you must come from a place where telling jokes is illegal," Fern said, waving her hand dismissively. "And I bet the sentence would be really harsh!"