Ying Huaixu went to the Pill Room.
He spent an entire day there.
These days, whenever the people in the Pill Room saw Ying Huaixu, none of them dared speak loudly.
Mostly because the serious look on his face was rather frightening.
Ying Huaixu refined all the medicinal ingredients currently stockpiled in the Pill Room into pills.
This time, though, he made many different kinds, not just ones that restored health and mana.
He also made plenty of pills that temporarily boosted strength.
That Nine-Tailed Fox had taught Ying Huaixu a lesson: no matter how good your mechanics were, they meant nothing against overwhelming stats. Stats trumped everything.
But Ying Huaixu still felt that pills weren't enough.
If he had stocked up on enough pills back then, he wouldn't have had to use a Revive Coin.
He could have worn the Nine-Tailed Fox down with pills alone.
Once night fell, Ying Huaixu walked straight out of the Pill Room and headed toward the Talisman Hall.
In the end, Ying Huaixu spent the whole night drawing who knew how many talismans.
Attack Talismans, Defensive Talismans, Movement Talismans, Giant Strength Talismans...
Ying Huaixu also made several Talisman Treasures.
His thinking was simple now.
If he ran into another Boss or something like that, he'd fucking throw talismans at it first. He'd open with a talisman bombardment, then move in for close combat.
The real world had its own difficulties, but players had their own ways of fighting.
Ying Huaixu's only regret was that formations in the real world required a solid grasp of calculus and advanced mathematics.
If only he could learn formations the way he did in games, simply by spending money on Formation Experience Books.
Then he could use formations to make life miserable for future Bosses.
Of course, formations