It's Getting More and More Outrageous

Chapter 22: This is getting more and more outrageous.

"Is that Little Black? If I go say hello, will he sell me as a hot weapon?"

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"Little Black, Little Black, do you know where the nearest town is? I want to find a blacksmith to forge a weapon."

"Keep heading northeast, there's a town called Leibu. Once you enter the city, follow the main street. After you reach a tavern, turn right then left, and you'll see a shop with a flag representing a blacksmith. Be careful on the road, many goblins hide in the grass by the roadside using camouflage to ambush passing pedestrians."

"I just asked for directions, I didn't expect Little Black to be so detailed. What's his motive? What does he want to use us for? Someone please analyze this for me!"

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Linton couldn't help but rub his temples.

These players were getting more and more outrageous.

He now understood the deterrent power of rumors.

Although most players were just joking, quite a few fanatics genuinely believed he was up to something.

Of course, although the process had some changes and wasn't exactly what Linton had imagined, his goal was still achieved.

In the past few days, a large number of players had come to communicate with him. Even if he arranged simple physical labor with meager rewards for them, they could complete it with exceeding expectations. Lying at home and gaining experience, he finally understood how wonderful it was to reap without sowing.

After another player came to his place to complete a quest, and then spent the reward Linton gave them at his place, Linton's gold coins had reached over 230,000, bringing him one step closer to leaving the Truth Society.

In terms of level, he had also successfully filled the last bit of the progress bar.

[Your level has been increased (Lv.18→Lv.19)]

[You have obtained 1 basic free attribute point]

Linton opened his personal panel.

[Name: Linton Crewechill]

[Profession: Necromancer]

[Level: Lv.19 (0/13775)]

[Attributes: Strength 4, Constitution 3, Agility 4, Intelligence 20, Charisma -10, Luck 1]

[Evaluation: Noob!]

[Inventory: [Hider (Gold)], [Various Weapons and Skill Books xN], [Tome of Deathly Silence - Part One (Epic): A tattered, bizarre book filled with blood and mystery, but undeniably, the knowledge within is enough to fascinate any scholar. (Weapon Effect: Equipable by Summoners only. All summoned creatures' attributes are increased by 50%. If the summoned creature is an Undead, the increase will be 100%)]]

[Skills: [Cage Lv.1], [Perfect Puppet Lv.1], [Summoning (Necromancy) Lv.2], [Dirge of the End Lv.2]]

Linton added the newly acquired attribute point to Intelligence again, making it 22.

When he completed his profession quest, Linton had received a total of 5 attribute points and 1 skill point. Two of them were added to Constitution, and the rest were all given to Intelligence.

The reason was that Intelligence provided the greatest boost for him; almost all skills required high Intelligence support.

As for the skill point, he gave it to the newly acquired skill [Dirge of the End].

There was no other reason than the fact that this ultra-long duration control skill was outrageously powerful.

A stun of up to three seconds was enough to put him in a life-threatening situation against any opponent whose Intelligence was lower than his.

However, the consequence of a powerful skill was also evident. To upgrade [Dirge of the End] to the next level, 5 skill points were required.

Getting even 1 point relied on luck, let alone 5 points... Linton didn't know where he could possibly get them.

He would get one skill point for every ten levels, but it would probably take him half a year to a year to accumulate enough to reach level 50.

Even though he had leveled up from zero experience in just a few days, it was only because players were tirelessly working for him overnight. And soon, Linton's good days were coming to an end – the closed beta was almost over.

"I wonder when the next test will be. It would be great if they directly opened the servers for public beta."

Sighing softly, Linton dragged his small stool towards the temporary residence he shared with Iris.

As he passed the village general store, he thought about it and bought some snacks like candy.

In the battle with Wendell, Iris played a crucial role. Linton himself was merely an auxiliary, dealing almost zero damage; the output was almost entirely from Iris.

The Necromancer, who considered himself a protector of his subordinates, naturally wouldn't mistreat his loyal Knight.

"Iris, I'm back."

In the room, Iris listlessly rested her face on the wooden table, flipping through a book in the most unhealthy posture.

Hearing Linton's voice, she weakly responded.

"Oh."

"This is for you." Linton placed the paper bag filled with snacks on the table and put down the small, broken chair. "Are you still very weak?"

"Mmm, but better than before." Iris picked up a candy and put it in her mouth, then immediately made a disgusted face. "A low-quality product where saccharin makes up ninety percent of the taste."

The attribute points burned by [Judgment] were not recovered all at once after seven days, but rather gradually replenished bit by bit within those seven days. However, due to its randomness, it was not uncommon for her to have physical strength but a weak mental state.

"It's good that you have something to eat," Linton said as he checked Iris's condition. "You overexerted yourself. Wendell was already close to collapsing. If you had operated properly, you wouldn't have even needed to use [Judgment] to eliminate him, let alone expend everything... With that sword strike, he probably still owes you a life."

Iris shrugged indifferently, "Shouldn't combat be all-out?"

"That's true. But have you ever considered what state you would be in if you exploded like this without regard for the consequences, and failed to defeat your opponent?"

"Worst case scenario, I'll just die again," Iris glanced at him lazily. "You'll definitely be fine anyway; you've absolutely got more life-saving tricks up your sleeve than this book."

"Who gave you that impression?" Linton asked, unsure whether to laugh or cry.

"Alright, alright, stop nagging endlessly, you sound like an old man or woman. I'll follow your lead next time, okay? I'll use as much strength as you tell me to."

"Don't throw a childish tantrum."

Linton felt a bit helpless.

Although the puppet girl's experiences were enough to make a melodramatic drama with a Douban score of 2.0, her age was what it was; she wasn't meant to be mature yet.

Shaking his head, just as Linton was about to speak, the light in the room suddenly dimmed for some unknown reason. If it were an ordinary person, they might not notice anything amiss, but the two currently engaged in conversation were far from ordinary. Their keen senses easily picked up on any abnormality.

Linton picked up the parchment that had abruptly appeared on the table. After a few glances, he suddenly understood.

"I completely forgot about this."

"What?" Iris leaned over to take a look, then asked blankly, "What does it say? I've never seen writing like this before."

"You haven't undergone the Truth Society's initiation ritual, so naturally, you can't understand it."

"Hmph, who wants to understand it anyway. So, what does it say?"

"This is a notice, and it's telling us that..."

"—It's the Truth Society's Sunday service."

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