Chapter 1209: Hatred Fading with Time Heralds the Establishment of a New Future
Little Rich and his beloved manticore were bona fide legends among the players.
His legendary tale had begun when there were fewer than a hundred veteran players, and even now, with the player population exceeding ten thousand, people were still telling stories about him—and each retelling grew more outrageous.
That was mainly because his manticore had grown stronger, and Little Rich had gotten unbelievably lucky, finding Big Black, a one-of-a-kind minotaur spirit. Together, they had sent his combat strength soaring. After spending a fortune in the desert to successfully bond with a gem scorpion, Little Rich had firmly secured a place among the top thirty players.
If Lord Murphy represented the face of the Astral Summoner class, then Little Rich was the "Astral Summoner" profession's shining trademark!
Unfortunately, not every player had the money to spend as freely as Little Rich. There were probably a few hundred summoners among the player base at the moment, but almost none had reached his level.
The main problem was that they couldn't get their hands on a newly hatched manticore the way Little Rich had.
Even the luckiest among them had only managed to bond with an elite-level astral wolf after Herson launched his glorious rebellion against his dear old father. The wolves were powerful, sure, but they couldn't hold a candle to a legendary creature like a manticore.
So nowadays, whenever anyone on the forums mentioned Little Rich or the Astral Summoner class, players who'd suffered at its hands would jump in to shout, "Profession scam!"
But even Little Rich, the "number-one summoner," had his own troubles—and the source of them was the manticore he treasured above all else.
Back when Little Rich had decided to bond with the