Chapter 87.2: Young Dairy Farmer's Miraculous Experience
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Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game Chapter 87.2: Young Dairy Farmer's Miraculous Experience

"Chris, you scared me to death! How could you come in alone?" Inside the family inn, Mrs. Doyle nervously clasped Chris' face. "You were too reckless, my child. Listen to me, next time you encounter something like this, you must run away immediately. Your mother can't bear to lose you, and neither can my precious daughter."

Chris hugged Mrs. Doyle and then embraced the taciturn Mr. Doyle, exclaiming, "I'm so glad you're both okay."

"We're fine, of course. Those… those undead didn't do anything to us," Mrs. Doyle said, still trembling. "As you saw, they seem to have a problem with the… shops on this street."

"Ah, a-are those people on the street customers visiting Weisshem?" Chris couldn't help asking.

"Yes, and some from the local shops," Mrs. Doyle said, pulling Chris to the window and pointing at a portly old man with graying hair on the street. "Look, that's Thompson, the owner of Jenny's Tavern."

Mrs. Doyle had a reason for singling out that person.

Chris pressed against the window, peering through the glass at the old man among the crowd on the street. Deep down, he felt a sense of resentment and… satisfaction.

"That old bastard got his just deserts!" Chris muttered through gritted teeth.

For ordinary people making a living in Weisshem and the surrounding countryside, upscale entertainment establishments like "Lover," "Elegant Dream," of the former "Golden Coast'' weren't for them. Even with such a close proximity, there was no intersection between people like them and such places.

Instead, places like taverns and strip clubs would be what folks like them could experience.

Many years ago, when Chris was still a child, his uncle's son, around the same age as Chris, curious about the extravagance of Weisshem, came to the town with nearly half a year's worth of savings with the intention of "broadening his horizons."

However, this cousin of Chris' didn't know that even the lowest of taverns in Weisshem wasn't a place a lowly country folk who scraped a living from the land could afford to experience. Th

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