After waking from his dream, Ke Meng exercised outdoors, recovered his memories, and pondered what he had seen in the dream.
Cthulhu's influence on his thinking still lingered. Since he could not lay his cards on the table directly, Ke Meng could only passively watch himself contemplate the grand undertaking of unsealing in his dreams.
"Enough thinking. Time to level up."
Strength was the only thing that truly mattered. Without enough of it, no amount of thinking could change his circumstances.
After returning to the Game World, Ke Meng picked up the pace of his leveling.
To avoid another incident of killing players on a massive scale, Ke Meng stopped roaming around. He stayed in a level-500 area and focused on farming monsters, keeping the poisonous smoke confined to a specific area.
He also took in over a hundred pets and had them patrol his surroundings. Whenever a group of players appeared, he would immediately relocate and level up somewhere else.
The Silent Mountain Forest.
A Necromancer whose entire body was a skeleton of white bones rode a skeletal horse into the woods at breakneck speed.
Suddenly, strings of numbers rose from beneath the skeletal horse's hooves.
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4135-
4135
"Whoa!" The Necromancer reined in his mount. Through his skeletal eyes, where spirit flames flickered, he could see that the vegetation throughout the mountain forest had withered. Only a few trees remained unaffected, and whenever his horse stepped onto the soil around them, it was poisoned.
A second later, dust drifted onto him. Black flames ignited across the surface of his bones, strange fleshy tendrils sprouted, and then they melted into black liquid.
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3137!
The Necromancer's poison resistance was far higher than his mount's, but even so, he could not directly fend off the enemy's virulent poison.
"This