No One Understands the System Better Than Me!

Someone was unwilling to accept that they were one of the reasons their teammate was heavily injured, but what was even more unacceptable was yet to come.

Zhang Yuan, who thought that killing a mini-boss, let alone a large elite Digging Worm, would surely meet the conditions for leveling up, or at the very least, significantly boost his experience, opened his status panel and froze as if hit by a confusion spell. Saliva dripped from his open mouth, but he didn't react.

His status panel showed a shocking — no change! Yes, no change at all, not even a punctuation mark had been added or subtracted.

Zhang Yuan, who had a strong obsession and earnest expectation for leveling up by defeating monsters, had long been looking forward to his "first pot of gold." The main reason he had comforted himself that this journey wasn't too bad was that he could tag along with the team and pick up benefits.

In his imagination, he was like the big boss in a gold farming group, advancing steadily with the Flaming Fist studio, gaining experience being a given. It wasn't impossible to get the finishing blow and snatch a kill. By the time they reached Nashkel, he would have leveled up several times, his power greatly increased, and he would have the ability to protect himself during the subsequent escort mission, no matter what dangers they encountered.

However, all his expectations were dashed at this moment. No matter how meticulously he calculated, the system, without any experience points, was like water without a source, a tree without roots. It lay stiffly on the ground, unmoving like a salted fish.

Unable to accept this outcome no matter what, Zhang Yuan was both anxious and angry. A surge of fury shot up to the top of his head. He clenched his right fist and slammed it hard into the trunk of a roadside tree.

Several teammates who noticed the commotion nearby looked over, including Skar and Sory.

All five of the ill-fated worms had been killed. The remaining task was merely to treat the wounds. Coincidentally, they saw Zhang Yuan's outburst. These two, who had nothing else to do, came over.

The first to arrive was the dwarf he had fought alongside earlier. He patted Zhang Yuan's waist (as for why it was his waist and not his shoulder, you can ask the dwarf brother yourself, if you don't fear his axe) and then walked towards Skar and the other two, vividly recounting the fierce battle between the three of them and the Digging Worms.

Although he wasn't as fast as a reporter, the dwarf brother was quite skilled at storytelling. He made a small skirmish sound thrilling and heroic.

Of course, while the people and events in the dwarf's words were a bit exaggerated, they didn't distort the facts. Skar, being an old hand, could understand what had happened.

Seeing Zhang Yuan still standing there blankly, Skar, knowing he was upset, didn't disturb him. Before turning to leave, he said, "You did what you could. Minsc's injuries are not your fault."

Well, so they thought his outburst earlier was self-reproach? Zhang Yuan's mouth twitched, but he couldn't forcefully explain.

His waist was patted again. Without looking, he knew it was the dwarf brother.

"What?" Zhang Yuan asked irritably.

"Don't be sad. With the Cleric's divine healing, Minsc won't have any permanent injuries. Let's go for a drink." The dwarf was quite optimistic.

"Drink, I'll drink my fill today!" Zhang Yuan gritted his teeth.

Even when he got into his tent to sleep that night, Zhang Yuan held onto a sliver of hope, repeatedly checking his status panel. Unfortunately, if there was no change, there was no change. Looking at it a thousand times wouldn't make it change.

Having been angry all day, Zhang Yuan was finally tired. He stuffed himself into his sleeping bag and fell into a deep sleep.

In his dream, he sometimes became Bhaal's Son, destroying opponents and enemies with strength and magic, turning their lives and blood into nourishment for his growth, becoming stronger with every battle, stronger with every kill. One day, he crossed the sea of blood, donned a crown of bones, and sat on the throne of slaughter, bathing in the cheers. Kings and heroes prostrated themselves in worship before him.

At other times, he transformed into a weak commoner, his current professional levels even disappearing. He toiled aimlessly every day, begging for food in the dust, his fate entirely beyond his control, his dignity discarded like worn-out shoes. After death, he remained unknown, his traces in the world dissipating like dew at sunrise.

(PS: This section is actually inspired by a certain baboon. Can anyone tell?)

Zhang Yuan, tossing and turning, woke up from his dream. He got up and looked outside. The quiet night sky at midnight was like a piece of pure black velvet spread across the firmament, embracing everything in the heavens with its broad and gentle bosom.

The constellations representing the gods and the Selûne moon, emitting a soft glow, hung low in the sky. The divine realms, usually unknowable and invisible, now seemed within reach.

Zhang Yuan, pulling on his coat, sat alone on his sleeping bag and took out his phone from his backpack, pointing it at the night sky.

In this moment, the brilliant stars of the world of Faerûn and the gentle Selûne were, for the first time, recorded by a human technological product from another world.

Looking at the photos he had just taken, Zhang Yuan scrolled through them until he reached pictures of his parents. His nose began to sting, but his sliding finger didn't stop until there were no more photos left.

He turned off the phone and went to sleep, tears streaming down his face.

The next morning, the Flaming Fist team continued their journey. Minsc, whose left foot had been seriously injured the previous day, had recovered after treatment and was fine. However, Skar still placed him in the supply wagon to aid his recovery.

Seeing Minsc, Zhang Yuan felt a little embarrassed. After all, if he hadn't spaced out at the beginning and missed the combat record, Minsc wouldn't have had to take such a risk.

He walked up to Minsc and said, "How's your injury? I'm sorry about yesterday..."

Minsc interrupted him directly, "You charged up to save me yesterday, disregarding the danger. You're a good man." He then punched Zhang Yuan's chest with his fist and then punched his own chest, "Minsc is also a good man. We took down that bug."

This optimistic and generous person in front of him was truly infectious. Even Zhang Yuan, who had just experienced a great ups and downs and felt depressed, was made to laugh by him. He reached out and punched both his and the other person's chest.

"Hey, what are you two big men doing groping each other's chests for?" a slick voice suddenly came from the side. It was Lawrence, a middle-aged old rogue. This guy had good manual dexterity and was a competent rogue.

Zhang Yuan almost choked to death at the old rogue's teasing, while Minsc was more direct. He clenched his fist, as large as a pot, as a threat, "I'll duel you once my leg is better."

This made Lawrence panic. You, a barbarian wielding a greatsword, want to duel me, a rogue who plays with daggers? Fearing that the old rogue would hold a grudge, he quickly apologized, "I was just kidding. I'm really sorry, my loose lips."

Receiving the apology, the two didn't dwell on it further. They were teammates who would fight side by side. Besides, Lawrence was a bit of a chatterbox, but he wasn't a bad person. Zhang Yuan learned a lot of his information and rumors from the old rogue.

However, there was one thing: no matter what the topic of conversation started with, it would always be steered by this guy to breasts. What a lecherous old man!

As expected, the old lecherous man spoke, "At our current speed, we should reach the Friendly Arm Inn today. That's a great place."

He paused and continued, "Not only does it have warm and comfortable rooms, fine wine and food, but it also has hot-bodied waitresses. And because it's a transportation hub, there are many traveling merchants, attracting a large number of attractive people looking for opportunities. When I was there last time..."

Lawrence was seen spewing saliva while boasting about his romantic encounters at the Friendly Arm. He vividly described the graceful figures and gentle personalities of certain skilled female workers, along with other unspeakable, even unbearable, dirty jokes that made Zhang Yuan unable to listen.

"Excuse me, excuse me!" Zhang Yuan, who had just been jostled by someone, broke out of his immersion mode. He found that several gentlemen, like himself, who wanted to criticize Lawrence's decadent ideas had already squeezed in beside him.

Speechless, Zhang Yuan decided it was pointless to listen any further. What kind of adult novels haven't I seen? Goodbye.