Although tempted, he didn’t pause for a moment.
Because these gains were nothing compared to the agency’s profits. Nowadays, agents were selling all kinds of valuable gear, items, experience enhancers, and limit-breaking Witch Medicine. The news had already spread.
As a result, once the tribes had agents, power followed money.
The overall player strength was increasing rapidly.
While many people decried the unfairness, did it matter?
This not only greatly boosted the players’ strength in various tribes but also made the agents strike it rich.
He finally charged forward, with the agent’s opportunity in sight.
"Sorry! The Rock Python Tribe already has an agent." With just a sentence, Small Knife kicked this player, who had just ascended to paradise, back into hell.
"How is that possible?" He was incredulous.
But he reacted quickly, immediately turning to run.
No hope for becoming an agent, on to complete the quest.
Small Knife was stunned, why was he running so fast? Was the merchandise he sold not enticing anymore?
Can’t be a good thing, right?
With a thought, Small Knife said two words: quest?
Immediately, a blood-colored vine reached over, winding around the waist of that fleeing player.
"Come, come, come! Although you didn’t become an agent, the top few places get discounts." Small Knife enthusiastically called out.
"No need, I’m broke, I’ll go find my big brother, he has money." The player was startled, but knowing there was no danger, he started struggling and shouting.
"What? What did you say? Couldn’t hear you."
"Don’t worry, it’s a 10% discount! Normally, there’s no bargaining, you’re in luck. Just buy more, and you can make money even reselling, including Bone Coins, which also have a 10% discount. For just one hundred eighty Real Coin, you can get a Bone Coin." Small Knife touted eagerly.
This player was on the verge of tears, yet no matter what he said, they wouldn’t let him go.
Small Knife occasionally observed with a disguised telescope.
The lenses were naturally brought from reality, and the casing was crafted to look like handmade wood, making it less conspicuous when used in front of players.
Soon enough, more players were spotted.
There were three of them, and although they didn’t have telescopes, they vaguely saw the tall Witch Residence here, and as they got closer, it became clearer.
Immediately their eyes brightened, and they rushed over.
Upon getting within a certain range, the trio simultaneously received quest notifications.
So they charged even faster.
A quest? Ha, the agent position is much more appealing.
"Damn! I treated you as a friend, and you...!" In a caught-off-guard moment, one of them was kicked to the ground by his companion.
Clearly, everything was for the agent qualification.
The one who fell cursed loudly, his face reddening in anger, but they completely ignored him.
Knowing he lost the qualification, he was furious but still took a moment to look carefully into the distance.
Haha, a player got there already, definitely not an NPC.
He recognized the first player to arrive, definitely someone from his tribe.
He laughed heartily, the frustration in his heart dissipating greatly.
Quickly climbing back up, he turned and ran.
First, complete the task, then come back to annoy them.
How dare they push me.
However, he quickly stopped in shock, coming to a halt.
Because a gust of wind swept past, blocking his path.
It was a towering Bone Horse, gleaming with a metallic sheen, marked with faint patterns.
Though called a horse, he knew a hundred of him wouldn’t be its match, not to mention its exaggerated speed.
This thing was no longer a rare sight on the forums, the mount of Brother Immortal, the top player at Level 80, had long been studied by countless players.
Even though its attributes were unclear, it was at least a Level 80 Fierce Beast.
Even without knowing its combat ability, he had no desire to find out.
"Big brother! I mean no harm, I’m also a fan of the top player." He hastily put on a strained smile and raised his hands to show no bad intentions.
However, the creature still charged at him.
"I’m done for!" His mind suddenly became tranquil, recalling a phrase from the martial arts novels he used to read.
This was often the last line of a bit player.
Then everything went black, and he knew nothing more.
It seems I’m just a bit player too?
He smiled bitterly, hoping to go out in style.