Chapter Thirty-Seven: Joyful Monster Slaying

After Wind and Cloud of the World finished speaking, a group of bored people followed behind Zhang Shan, charging toward the demon militia.

“Haha, finally it’s my turn to fight. I need to hurry up and level.”

“What are you so excited about? You’re just a level thirteen weakling. Six-Barrel is almost level twenty.”

“What’s wrong with being thirteen? Did I eat your rice? Aren’t you also just level thirteen?”

Heh heh.

“Hey, Six-Barrel has widened the gap between everyone so much. The second on the ranking isn’t even fifteen yet. It’s ridiculous.”

“It was just luck, really. I happened to kill a boss. Otherwise, I’d only be a little ahead.” Zhang Shan replied modestly.

“Brother Six-Barrel, stop talking, are you trying to make us hate you? You say you got lucky, killed a boss? That was a red boss, and you soloed it. It’s simply outrageous.”

“Yeah, don’t say anything more. The more you talk, the more frustrated we feel.”

All right, he’d stirred up a hornet’s nest. These big shots were too jealous—best not to provoke their fragile egos.

The atmosphere grew a little awkward.

Everyone silently cleared the minions as time slowly passed, and the monsters grew fewer and fewer.

Hmm? It seemed a squad of minions was approaching. Could it be the patrol captain?

He called for his secretary.

“Secretary, come quickly to my position. I’ve spotted suspicious minions—possibly the patrol captain?”

Zhang Shan was at the very front, slightly separated from the others. Although the patrol captain was only a level fifteen boss, he couldn’t withstand it alone. He needed Wind and Cloud Secretary, their tank, to step in.

“Haha, there really is a patrol captain. Business is about to start!”

Watching the group of minions, Zhang Shan moved aside, careful not to collide with them.

He scrutinized them and indeed spotted the patrol captain at the center, patrolling along the predetermined route.

“Confirmed, patrol captain is here. Hurry up.”

“On my way.”

The group followed the secretary, quickly closing in on Zhang Shan.

“How should we fight?”

“A mere orange boss, do we need strategy? Secretary, go!”

No special tactics were needed—just chop together. Even before Zhang Shan had his artifact, they could defeat the patrol captain.

Now, with everyone’s gear and level greatly improved, taking down the boss posed no pressure.

The secretary pulled the boss, several supports healed him, and the group swiftly cleared the surrounding minions, then began attacking the patrol captain.

The boss’s health dropped rapidly, visible to the naked eye.

A boss with two hundred thousand HP—Zhang Shan alone could fell it in two minutes. Now, with over forty people attacking together, it was almost no different from farming minions.

“Damn, is this a boss that falls in a minute? Have I misunderstood what a boss is, or are we just too strong?”

“You strong? Try fighting a demon god if you have the guts.”

Where are demon gods anyway? I wish I could see one.

“I heard there’s one outside every royal city, and outside both the eastern and western capitals. Step out and you’ll be instantly slain.”

“Seriously? Are humans that weak? Bosses just camp outside the cities?”

“It’s hard to believe.”

“It’s true. Lots of people are talking about it on the forums. You can’t leave the royal city—step out and you’re dead. Didn’t even see a monster’s shadow. The system message says killed by the demon god.”

“So fierce? Didn’t even see a monster and you’re dead?”

“What kind of skill is that? Invisible killing intent?”

“No idea. Maybe demon gods have similar auras—like global HP drain.”

“How are we supposed to kill demon gods in the future? Maybe they’re just scenery, not actual bosses.”

“Probably not. Once everyone’s max level, we can try. Players’ HP will rise, too.”

“True. A level twenty purple cloak adds sixteen thousand HP. A level hundred artifact cloak could add a hundred million, right?”

“That’s not unreasonable, but is there such a thing as an artifact cloak?”

“There should be. For example, the Dragon Robe worn by the Great Zhou Emperor must be powerful—if you can kill him and loot it.”

“Come on, that’s just arguing for the sake of it. We can’t attack human NPCs.”

“You really dare to dream. Do you know what grade weapon the Great Zhou Emperor wields?”

Seeing the others discussing demon gods to the point of wanting to loot the emperor, Zhang Shan was speechless.

“What grade weapon does the Great Zhou Emperor wield? Did you see it when you went to the Eastern Capital? Impossible. Even the Lord of Dangyang City never shows his face. How could the emperor be so easily seen?”

“I haven’t seen it, but Master Lu told me—the emperor holds the sacred weapon, the Emperor’s Sword.”

“Sacred weapon? What grade is that?”

“One grade above artifact. If you got it, you could probably slay demon gods with ease.”

“Heh.”

“The new world has this drawback—no information is revealed, players have to explore everything themselves.”

“Yeah, if Six-Barrel hadn’t found an artifact, we’d still think red equipment was the highest tier.”

“Alas, above red is spirit, artifact, and sacred gear. I don’t even have a single red piece yet—it’s so far away.”

“I don’t even have orange gear, so I’ll stay quiet.”

“Sacred gear probably isn’t meant for players, unless everyone reaches max level and there’s a version update.”

“If there’s no sacred gear, even artifact would be nice. I wish I had some.”

“Keep dreaming. I’ll be satisfied if I can get a full set of red gear.”

“Enough dreaming. The boss is about to die—orange gear is more realistic.”

Amid cheerful laughter, the boss fell. Facing Zhang Shan’s explosive damage, the patrol captain had no presence as a boss at all.

“Haha, was that even a minute? We killed the boss in less than a minute—that should be a record.”

“What record? Wait till you’re max level—then you’ll probably one-shot it.”

“Open the loot. Come on, my beloved orange gear!”

Wind and Cloud of the World displayed all the drops.

Two pieces of purple gear, one orange material.

“Come on, just two pieces of trash? Where’s the orange gear, the skill book?”

The loot was truly disappointing. Even though the patrol captain was a bit weak, it was still an orange boss—yet not a single orange gear dropped.

Unbelievable. If Wind and Cloud of the World weren’t still there, someone would suspect him of hoarding the loot.

“It seems dungeon bosses drop much worse than field bosses, and we got the first kill last time.”

“Yeah, the official info never said orange bosses always drop orange gear.”

“So disappointing.”

The two pieces of purple gear included a strength-type ring, which was decent, and a strength-type helmet with trash stats—barely worthy of purple.

“Let’s distribute the gear—all strength-type items roll together,” Wind and Cloud of the World said.

Unexpectedly, the ring was won by Lone Rider of a Thousand Miles.

“Haha, the big shots don’t care for purple gear, but I don’t mind,” Lone Rider of a Thousand Miles laughed happily.

“Who says we don’t care? Accessories are so rare, I’m still wearing a green ring,” Wind and Cloud One Blade grumbled, having missed out.

Next was the strength-type helmet. Despite its poor stats, it was still purple and could serve as a temporary upgrade.

The helmet was won by Autumn Wind Swordsman, a magic swordsman in the guild. The material went to Wind Chimes.

Zhang Shan rolled for nothing, but it didn’t matter—he didn’t need any of it now.

Besides, the boss granted twenty thousand experience, which was decent enough. He now had over a hundred thousand experience, only about three hundred thousand away from level twenty—a solo kill of two guards would suffice.