Finding Uncle

ID: Jiu Chen

Level: 5 (0/20000)

HP: 560/560

MP: 14594/14594 (+14029)

Strength: 10

Intelligence: 20

Spirit: 20

Agility: 22

Constitution: 20

Traits: Halo of the Saint, Gardener

Skills: Halo of the Saint, Gift of the Saint 5, Flower Grafting

Equipment: None

Core Power: 565555

Over the past few days, Xiao Fan had farmed nearly four thousand points of mana. With his current mana pool, he wouldn't run out even if he used skills non-stop for an entire day.

Furthermore, he hadn't used the attribute points from leveling up to level five yet. He wanted to wait until he reached level ten to create his fourth skill before allocating them.

Three days had passed, and Xiao Fan still hadn't received any news from Ye Bugu. His heart gradually sank.

Within District 18, new Players had begun to log into the game one after another.

Xiao Fan had originally thought the chances of Fatty coming to District 18 were very low. After all, transferring from Zone 2 to District 18 was no different than transferring from Qingbei to a bottom-tier college.

Developing poorly in Zone 2 was still better than being in a District 18 that had already been abandoned.

It was highly likely that Fatty's family wouldn't let him transfer to District 18.

"Brother Fan, I'm here!"

Fatty's voice came from behind. Xiao Fan turned around and saw Fatty running toward him from the village entrance with an excited look on his face.

"Your parents actually agreed to let you transfer to District 18?"

Xiao Fan shoved his hands into his pockets and looked Fatty up and down. If nothing went wrong, he must have taken quite a beating over the last three days.

"How could they?" Fatty waved his hand, then leaned in toward Xiao Fan, acting mysterious.

"Let me tell you, Brother Fan, I didn't tell my family about this at all. They still think I went back to Zone 2 and happily sent me on my way."

Xiao Fan: "..."

"Right, you absolutely cannot leak this, or I'll be finished!" Fatty pressed his palms together, giving Xiao Fan a pitiful look.

Xiao Fan was speechless. Fatty was really...

Forget it. Since he was already here, he couldn't just chase him away.

Anyway, following him—the only person in the entire district to possess a God-Tier Skill—was better than not being able to level up once a month in Zone 2.

"Good heavens, is this District 18?"

Fatty's massive frame moved past Xiao Fan, and he looked at the District 18 Novice Village behind him in disbelief.

"This environment is terrible!"

Wooden fences with zero defensive capabilities, dust-filled roads, and crude thatched huts that could only be seen in primitive tribes in the Black-skinned nations.

It wasn't just bad; it was simply not a place for humans to stay.

Fatty was, after all, a Player who had spent time in the Zone 2 Novice Village, where the development was in no way inferior to a first-tier city in the Real World.

Seeing such a primitive village now, the psychological gap was immense.

"I've wronged you, Brother Fan."

Fatty patted Xiao Fan on the shoulder, shaking his head in feigned heartbreak.

Xiao Fan: ...

After Fatty transferred to District 18, all his levels, skills, and Core Power were wiped clean.

That night, he stayed in Xiao Fan's thatched hut temporarily.

Xiao Fan intended to train Fatty to serve as the team's front line, essentially the main tank.

Therefore, he didn't plan for Fatty to create skills according to standard weapon conventions. His first skill would ideally be a taunt or damage-reduction type.

Xiao Fan could easily come up with hundreds of such skills, but skills had to be created based on attributes and traits.

If he remembered correctly, Fatty's initial attributes weren't high; he hadn't even met the attribute requirements to create a Mystic Rank skill back then. Even if he helped him create a high-rank skill, Fatty might not necessarily succeed in creating it.

Beep, beep.

As Xiao Fan was deep in thought, a friend message notification sounded.

His first reaction was that there was news from Ye Bugu.

He hurriedly opened his friend list, and sure enough, it was Ye Bugu.

The message content was very simple.

"Great God Jiu Chen, we have found the person you were looking for, and he is still alive."

At this moment, the nerves Xiao Fan had kept taut for so long finally relaxed.

He slumped onto the bed, let out a heavy sigh of relief, and his hanging heart finally settled.

Heaven knows what kind of days he had been living through during the few days Uncle had been missing.

Before Xiao Fan could even finish rejoicing, another message from Ye Bugu arrived.

"He is not in good condition. His legs were severed by someone. He was already unconscious when we found him. We have brought him back to the Gathering Point, and the Doctor is currently treating him. There is no immediate danger to his life, but we didn't find his severed legs, so we have no way to reattach them."

"What!"

Xiao Fan stood up abruptly. The heart that had just settled plummeted in a spasm-like fashion, sinking into a boundless, icy abyss. The joy of finding Uncle was now completely crushed by a more cruel reality.

"Legs... severed..."

These four words were like sharp ice picks, carrying a bone-chilling cold that instantly pierced through his chest, which had only just begun to warm.

Xiao Fan swayed, his clenched fists bulging with veins.

"Brother Fan, what's wrong?"

Fatty noticed that something was off with Xiao Fan and stepped forward, looking at him with a face full of worry.

Xiao Fan didn't know how to describe his current mood.

Although he was not the original owner of this body, having transmigrated into it, he possessed all of the original owner's memories and had inherited all of his emotions.

Cloud Sea was a game, but not a game in the true sense; if a Player died or became disabled, they would not be resurrected or recover upon returning to the real world.

Thinking of Uncle, that man who once stood tall and indomitable, now without his legs, a violent killing intent mixed with heart-wrenching pain rushed straight to his head.

Xiao Fan forced himself to calm down and replied to Ye Bugu's message.

"Do you know who did it?"

"We'll have to wait until he wakes up to ask," Ye Bugu replied.

"Alright, I'll have to trouble you to look after him for now. Notify me once he wakes up."

How exactly Uncle went missing and who dealt such a vicious hand—these things would only be known once Uncle woke up.

"Understood." Ye Bugu agreed happily. He wasn't afraid of Xiao Fan troubling him; he was only afraid that Xiao Fan wouldn't.

This was the only way he could build a good relationship with Xiao Fan.

"By the way, Great God Jiu Chen, many people have been asking me how I created that Heaven-Tier Skill. Without your permission, I didn't dare to expose you and just said I created it myself. You aren't angry, are you?" Ye Bugu asked cautiously.

"No, you did well. For the time being, don't let anyone know that I was the one who created the skill for you."

Seeing Xiao Fan's reply, Ye Bugu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

These past few days, many people had been asking him about the Heaven-Tier Skill. There were many he couldn't afford to offend, so he could only say he created the skill on his own. He had been worried that Xiao Fan might mind, but it seemed he had overthought it.

Closing the chat box, Xiao Fan's face was livid.

Fortunately, Uncle was still alive. As for his legs, he planned to see if he could create a skill that could regenerate severed limbs in the future.

He didn't know if such a skill would be permitted by the game, and the creation might very well fail, so he would wait until he farmed enough traits compatible with such a skill before trying.