Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Time gradually passed, and it very quickly reached 11:00 p.m. on Earth. Some hardcore grinders, who had been online for nearly 12 hours straight (Earth time), pinged with incessant disconnection notifications, rushed back to the respawn point to log off.
Since it was also time for the advanced NPCs to finish their work, the Knight Instructor and Ranger Instructor stopped issuing quests. Grinders eager to farm reputation and win the bidding rights but hadn't yet reached the maximum online limit also logged off, preparing to rest and gather their strength for the next day.
Hal gave quest rewards to the final two players of the day and collected all the quest items back into his tent before grabbing some food and heading to find his most trusted friend Tuttle.
Players in Tuttle's area had already dispersed, and when he saw Hal approaching, he waved and greeted, "Is it quiet over at your side?"
"Yeah, it is. Compared to the nightmarish experience yesterday, today was much easier," replied Hal.
The two of them sat down in the open space in front of Tuttle's tent and set up a pot over a flame, which they threw instant noodles, dried vegetables, and starchy ham sausages into.
Before long, Finley, the Treasure Expert overseeing the planned construction site for the Wanderer Guild, came over with a bag of food to join the "communal meal."
After the usual small talk, Hal lowered his voice and said, "Did you guys know that Yang gave that Undead Horse to Jerome?"
"Yeah, those noisy undead have been talking about it incessantly for the past two hours. Oh, how I wish I could smash those constantly chattering jaws in," grumbled Finley irritably.
Hal and Tuttle had been relatively idle all day, but Finley had been the only one still constantly being bothered by those undead who, despite having no tongues, continued to chatter endlessly.
Tuttle remained silent, hesitant to speak.
"Don't misunderstand me, old friends. I don't think Jerome will betray us. He is our brother, and I trust him," Hal immediately defended himself.
"Of cour
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