Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game

Chapter 108.2: Earn Money Clearing Instance

The warrior class skills, Sword Storm and Blade Dance, could deal a large amount of damage in a short time. However, these two skills had relatively long cooldowns and lacked sustained damage output compared to the quick cooldown, high damage output skills of the wanderers, such as Thrust and Backstab.

Well, the real reason was that Sword Storm and Blade Dance were powerful skill runes that controlled the overall movements of the player's skeleton character. They consumed a large amount of mental capacity, resulting in long cooldowns.

On the other hand, Thrust and Backstab were efficient skill runes that only controlled the arm movements and striking angles of the player's skeleton character, consuming less mental capacity and resulting in shorter cooldowns.New chapters are publɪshed on novelenglish.net . Firᴇ.nᴇt

Players didn't have the concept of mental energy and, from a gaming perspective, only considered the practicality of skills.

The wild monster models in this game were all rather large. Once the correct strategy had been determined, knight players' four skills could effectively restrict a monster's movements, allowing for safe stationary output.

In this sort of situation, the sustained damage output advantage that wanderer players had far exceeded that of warriors.

Because of their friendship, the team hadn't mentioned kicking Fallen Mulberry Leaves when she had initially advanced to warrior. However, after two days of teaming up to fight monsters, the team found it increasingly intolerable. Whether they were clearing the Spider Cave or Poisonous Marshlands, Mulberry's total damage output was only two-thirds of a wanderer player.

Efficiency in monster clearing affected everyone's gains, and this was the real income that could be converted into RMB. When it came to money, would anyone tolerate having such a deadweight in the team when the rewards were split equally?

When Mulberry was kicked and replaced with a wanderer player they had gotten to know during the first expedition quest, nobody had even spoken up for Mulberry.

In the instance dungeon where safe stationary output was impossible, everyone had to be mindful of their positioning and seize opportunities for damage output. The importance of warrior players skyrocketed in such situations. However, their team's warrior player now belonged elsewhere and no longer farmed mobs or cleared instances with them.

"Forget it," sighed a veteran team member. "We can't bring bosses on dungeon runs. Let's go back and farm monsters. Once the game opens up, we can recruit new people and see how it goes."

The team leader didn't say anything more and led the team to farm monsters.

As daybreak arrived in-game, the weekend Inner Demon instance dungeon event officially ended. Players in Hal's Inner Demon instance team formation area logged out, while others got busy farming monsters and doing quests.

In Weisshem, Wagner got up before dawn.

The accommodation provided by Black Mage Yang was nice and even better than his home in Indahl. However, Wagner had quite a restless night.

On one hand, he was worried about the fate of his family, concerned about his wife and child waiting for him at home. On the other hand, the magic in this mansion was too active, causing him to have nightmares whenever he closed his eyes.

Magic was toxic, and an upright knight like Wagner would never touch meditation that could potentially expose him to the toxicity of magic. Unfortunately, there was a black mage on the other side of the wall frequently mediating and seemingly unafraid of losing control. This was tormenting for Wagner.

Having no interest in worrying about whether others would lose control, Wagner got out of bed, put on the wooden slippers that were in the room, and after a simple wash at the well in the yard as instructed by Yang the night before, he began doing his assigned tasks

As he mechanically washed and scrubbed in the yard, the street outside gradually became lively. Even through the courtyard walls, the sounds of people could be heardcouples arguing early in the morning, children crying, and street vendors hawking their wares.

Wagner couldn't help but sigh.

He only had a few years left before retirement. If nothing unexpected happened and he could smoothly receive his retirement pension, Wagner originally planned to sell the house in Indahl and move with his wife to a smaller town.

The cost of living in Indahl was too high, and moving to a small town would allow them to save on gas and other living expenses, enabling them to continue supporting their children's education in an Indahl private school.

Only children whose parents had sufficient status could attend the Royal Academy or the Academy for Nobles. Wagner couldn't afford the high tuition fees for advanced academies, whereas the worker's school had a subpar level of education. Thus, for people like Wagner, who held a certain social status and mid-level income, sending their children to a private school was the best choice.

These so-called private schools were somewhat similar to supplementary classes in China. These schools, often established by intellectuals, only enrolled a few dozen students. They charged fees higher than those of worker's schools but lower than private academies and provided their students with a home-schooling style of tutoringcompetition to become a tutor for nobles was fierce, and those who failed to secure a position or lacked connections to enter advanced academies often chose to open private schools.

As for the Royal Academy and Academy for Nobles, ordinary intellectuals wouldn't get a whiff. Without a sufficient enough status, they wouldn't even be able to lift their heads in front of students there.

Weisshem also had private schools, but their standards weren't high. Here, they just taught children to read and do basic arithmetic, enabling them to have a slight competitive edge in finding jobs at the age of 15 or 16 over those who couldn't even recognize their own names.

As a foreigner, Wagner knew that achieving better success within this generation in the Rhine Kingdom was challenging. He could only pin his hopes on the next. He didn't even care much about whether his family's knight title would be stripped. Getting his full retirement pension that would guarantee his children's tuition fees was all he asked for.

But now his spiritual support was wavering.

Lost in his wandering thoughts, Wagner mechanically cleaned the sofa covers and curtains that Yang had instructed him to wash. Only when it was time to hang them out did Wagner snap out of his daze. That was when he noticed the quality of the fabrics used for these sofa covers and curtains.

"This is undead cloth? Undead cloth better than the ones that appeared in Indahl?"

Wagner touched the thick, tightly woven, and superbly dyed fabric and couldn't help silently criticizing the Nightmare Butcher's extravaganceeven the clothes worn by Adra III weren't made of such fine high-quality material, yet this excellent fabric was used for sofa covers and curtains!

Wagner could recognize good stuff, and he had been spot-on. Naturally, Yang Qiu couldn't use stuff that was too shabby in the place where he would be staying. These were new fall season items on Taobao, the hot-selling products that stood up to the test of hundreds of millions of Chinese people. The material, dyeing, and design were impeccable as well as classy in a low-key and gorgeous way.

Wagner couldn't help feeling a little disheartened when he made a mental calculation on how much of the tuition fees these curtains and sofa covers could cover for his child

While Wagner's face was twitching just thinking about it, the guy who inexplicably stayed up all night instead of sleeping, Yang, pushed open the hall window and called out, "Wagner, got to 101 on the main street in the town and bring us three sets of breakfast."

Wagner subconsciously pointed at himself in surprise.

"Yes, you go." Yang placed a stack of copper coins on the windowsill. "Ask the staff there to get you three standard meals and make sure Lowell's portion isn't too spicy."

Wagner felt a bit disheartened once again. He didn't know whether to be delighted Yang was giving him freedom of movement, even allowing him to go out alone, or to be annoyed by this fellow's nonchalance that Wagner might try to escape.

Wagner wouldn't be foolish enough to attempt escaping. Spellcasters that built a Mage Tower could control an entire territory. Even without building a Mage Tower, Yang, a high-level black mage who had roamed the continent for centuries, would have no problem controlling Weisshem.

If Wagner managed to escape Weisshem, the only possibility was that Black Mage Yang had done something to him and was allowing him to leave.

Wagner silently picked up the copper coins and went out alone. Walking along the alley for a short distance, he soon saw the street sign of Main Street.

Yesterday, he had passed through this street when he was tied up and dragged into town on horseback. At that time, he noticed that many buildings on this street were undergoing renovations. Now, as he walked along the street and observed, many buildings were indeed cordoned off with wooden boards. Many male and female town residents were busy within the barricades, removing some smashed bricks and debris and pushing them away with hand carts.

Wagner hadn't been to Weisshem before, so he didn't really have much sentiment about the famous red-light district being completely transformed. He casually glanced around and then followed the street numbers hanging on the walls of the buildings, searching for the specified unit 101 as Yang instructed.

A few steps further Wagner suddenly stopped, turned his head to the left, and stared in astonishment.

On the opposite side of the street was a building undergoing renovation, but the ones entering and leaving were not townspeople but undead?!

Wagner's mouth hung open involuntarily.

Some parts of the attire on these undead looked very family to Wagner. Bracers and shin guards issued by the city defense force were worn by the undead. A skeleton pushing a handcart filled with construction debris, mingling with the townspeople and delivering things outside, had a helmet on its head that conspicuously displayed the Bartalis family coat of armsalso the emblem of the Indahl city defense force.

Without a doubt, these undead were the same ones that attacked them yesterday, stripping and capturing them along with their horses.

Wagner clutches his head. It felt like his worldview was shattering.

These undead not only obeyed Yang's commands and fought for Rex but also worked for Rex just like the townsfolk?!

Wagner wondered if his previous understanding of these dark creatures had been completely wrong.

Was all the news reported in papers a lie?!