Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 87.1: Young Dairy Farmer's Miraculous Experience

Before six in the morning, dairy farmer Chris bid farewell to his wife, parents, and siblings, just as he did every morning. Then, he mounted his tricycle and set off to deliver milk to the various customer households before breakfast.

At about 7:30, Chris delivered the second last bucket of milk in his cart to the head chef of an estate, then started off toward Weisshem.

Before marrying his wife, he had delivered milk to the family inn run by the Doyles for many years.

Since the advent of powdered milk with artificial sweeteners added, fresh milk, which spoiled easily, was no longer as popular as it was when Chris was a child. In recent years, business had been declining for Chris' family, and the Doyles were their last stable customers in Weisshem.

Riding through bumpy dirt roads, Chris arrived at the town of Weisshem around eight. Humming a tune, he turned onto the town's much smoother cobblestone road and slowly approached the town gate.

When he was about 200 or so meters from the gate, Chris craned his neck forward in surprise.

Weisshem was relatively quiet during the day, and it usually didn't get lively until after 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Yet it was just early in the morning, so why were there so many people crowded around the gate?

Could today be some sort of festival in Weisshem? I haven't heard of it, though, Chris wondered while squinting to have a better look.

As he got closer, around a hundred meters away to the gates, Chris suddenly felt something wasn't right.

Why are those moving figures at the gate… so thin?

As he pedaled a little further, Chris suddenly squeezed the brakes in panic, and his tricycle came to a halt.

Those weren't thin people at all! Those moving figures at the town gate were all skeletons!

"O' Lady Gold Coin?!" Chris was dumbfounded. "Wh-what's going on! Wait! Is Mrs. Doyle alright?!"

Many men couldn't get along with their mothers-in-law, but Chris was close with Mrs. Doyle. His entire family liked this kind-hearted lady and supported Chris' choice of a wife, believing that she would have a virtuous character just like her mother.

As he thought about the family inn close to the town gate and his mother-in-law, Chris suppressed his fear and didn't turn tail.

He jumped off and hid the tricycle—a vital family property—in the bushes by the roadside and bravely continued forward on his own.

As he got closer to the town gate, Chris' trembling got worse. When he was less than 20 meters from the gate, Chris could even feel his calves cramping.

Undead! So many undead!

It wasn't just the area at the town gate. Inside the town, on the streets that could be seen, there appeared to be undead activity!

The reason Chris was able to persist without crumbling or fleeing at once was that among the undead were humans too.

From his position crouching in the tall grass under a tree, Chris could see the area just inside the town gate, where a number of tricycles were parked. These tricycles were larger and sturdier than his own, seemingly made entirely of steel, and packed with various goods.

Several living beings stood next to the tricycles and were conversing while the undead roamed around them. Yet, the undead didn't attack these living beings.

This kind of worldview-shattering scene gave Chris a glimmer of hope. If these undead didn't attack the living, then perhaps Mrs. Doyle would also be unharmed.

Chris gulped, mustered his courage, and took a few steps closer.

One undead being, leaning lazily against the town gate, suddenly turned its head in Chris' direction.

The moment Chris' eyes met those dark sockets, it was as if he heard death beckoning.

He screamed at the top of his lungs and turned to run—this was his instinctive reaction under extreme stress. But in reality, he was so frightened that he couldn't make a peep and only managed a feeble gasp. His legs seemed to have lost all sensation, making even the slightest movement difficult.

Qin Guan wasn't interested in taking on cooking quests, so he had dragged Give Me Medicine along for a chat.

Their conversation mainly revolved around Qin Guan's current concern, which was the month-end settlement of territory prestige. It would be the 31st tomorrow, and the competition for the position of town mayor, which had been going on for half a month, would finally yield an outcome.

Qin Guan, who was more or less an Internet celebrity now, could only speak about anxiety-inducing topics to Blossoming Strokes and Give Me Medicine. Currently, the videos he uploaded to Bilibili were getting millions of views, and sponsorships were lining up for him. He not only earned enough capital to compete with Brother Lahong but also established a video production studio in real life. His previous character flaws and common quirks that he used to flaunt without restraint had to be reined in now.

"We've already put in a lot of effort whether you are successful or not. Now, it's all up to fate," Give Me Medicine said reassuringly. "Besides, Ji Tang suggested splitting the reward evenly among all participants this time, essentially eliminating him from contention. Now, it depends on the groundwork you and Brother Lahong did previously. But enough of that. Blossom says that after this quest is complete, we can try the Blood Alliance quest. Have you thought of a name for our Blood Alliance?"

"I've thought of a few. I'll make a voting video later to see which name gets the most likes," Qin Guan replied without much thought.

Since the launch of "OtherWorld," Qin Guan's videos had attracted a massive number of non-players. While these non-players couldn't enter the game to fight for Taranthan, they had at least boosted Vanilla Pudding's online popularity. Qin Guan had the habit of stirring up discussions about the Blood Alliance name on his videos as well, which successfully garnered attention for their clan.

Give Me Medicine said, "That works too. I prefer humorous names, not formal ones. Those funny netizens surely won't let me down—eh, someone's there?"

As he said that, Give Me Medicine used "Identify" expertly.

"Ah, a civilian." Give Me Medicine lost interest once he saw the information and continued chatting with Qin Guan.

Chris, who had spent several minutes squatting motionless in the tall grass, didn't experience the "beckoning of death" he feared.

The skeleton that made eye contact with him seemed entirely disinterested in him…

This country boy wiped the cold sweat dripping down his chin and cautiously emerged from the grass under the tree.

Several undead beings near the town gate briefly looked in his direction.

After a brief look, these undead withdrew their attention and continued with their own activities.

Chris stood alone on the main road for some time before moving toward the town gate.

As he timidly passed through the town gate, trembling and panicking, none of the undead paid him any notice.

Some undead that were obstructing his path made way for Chris while continuing their own chattering with their companions in a weird tongue.

Chris couldn't help doubting himself… Were there really so many undead beings standing at Weisshem's town gate? Or was it all his imagination?

However, upon seeing the scene of the main street, Chris immediately dispelled this strange notion.

On the wide street, men entirely different from rural folk like Chris were lined up on the street. These men with fairer skin were disheveled and seemingly in miserable straits, had their hands and feet bound by bizarre white strips, and were thrown on the main street.

Chris' jaw fell, and he momentarily forgot his fear.

"Hey, who are you? What are you doing here?" A human man standing by a tricycle saw Chris and immediately came over.

Chris snapped back to reality and anxiously bowed out of habit. "Sir, I'm a local dairy farmer here to deliver milk."

Rex sized up the young man.

Messy, short brown hair, tanned and rough skin, a smile ingrained through years of growing up pleasing others, stains on his clothes, traces of cow dung on his pants, nervous fidgeting when talking, eyes that dared not meet others'… This was indeed a rural lad.

"Where's the milk you're delivering?" Rex asked.

"I-it's outside. J-just one bucket of milk. You know, nowadays, people in town prefer milk powder," Chris replied nervously.

Rex nodded. "Go deliver your milk. Don't wander, and also, don't provoke the undead in town."

"Y-yes!" Chris responded immediately and instinctively looked toward the Doyle's house which was near the town gate.

Mr. and Mrs. Doyle stood at the second-floor window anxiously watching him.

Chris felt as if a huge weight was lifted from his heart and he shouted loudly, "Mrs. Doyle, I'll deliver the milk right away!"

His sudden shouting made Rex wince; it was clear that this young man was indeed from the countryside as rural folks rarely paid attention to their volume when speaking.

Chris dashed out the gates and returned shortly after with the milk. This time, he was no longer as afraid of the undead at the town gate and even respectfully bowed as he passed through. These undead hadn't harmed Mr. and Mrs. Doyle, so they didn't seem too terrifying to Chris.