Everyone knew that before a major battle came supplies, and after one came the settlement.
Among the many Superior Virtues, the Blessings of the White Deer and The Horde arrived especially quickly—after all, the Wilderness contests of survival of the fittest and life-and-death struggles were often brief and intense, with clear-cut outcomes and no room for ambiguity. Winners won, while losers... died on the spot.
The life-and-death struggle in the villa had only just ended when a Blessing from the White Deer came falling from the sky.
It was like a streamer having a good team fight, only for a rich patron to tip them a rocket.
And the greatest beneficiary was... Gold Hair Boy, who had been spectating from the sidelines and had not joined the fight at all.
After all, he was one of only two bona fide White Deer followers in the villa. He had at least contributed a little DKP and damage, however negligible it might have been. But the real advantage was... so damn many people had died, while Gold Hair Boy's level was simply too low.
He had muddleheadedly fought a battle, and with the same experience, his rank had practically ridden straight up to King.
After being carried by Brother Ji once, he had nearly picked up a Blessing for free. Gold Hair Boy was already close to losing his mind with joy.
It was like a mouse getting mixed up in a brawl between savage beasts, muddleheadedly running over to kick once, then going home with half a steak. It was New Year's on the spot.
But what happened next made everyone's jaws drop.
It nearly made Gold Hair Boy fail to catch his breath and drop dead on the spot.
When they turned back toward the villa's wreckage, faint lights flickered