Chapter 17: Brother Dao, I’m Going Home
But swallowing it down made me even happier.
After swallowing, it felt cool and light, as if a breeze was blowing inside me. Soon, in the closed space, I felt the omnipresent wind, very comfortable.
Unfortunately, it disappeared quickly.
Small Knife ate meat, then went for a run.
I could feel the lightness of my body, it was definitely not an illusion.
The same distance was covered ten minutes faster than usual.
Dripping with sweat, I felt a substantial improvement.
Trying a sprint next, and comparing the time, accidentally broke the record.
Ha, this doesn’t count for much.
Being a world champion or something can’t compare to retrieving good stuff from a game that brings excitement.
However, the current self isn’t strong enough, and it’s about time to return home.
You guys, this time I’ll show you the prowess of Master Blade, haha, how dare you look down on me.
Just thinking about it makes me angry, back then it was me using my personal space to lead you to wealth and success.
After getting wealthy, you dared to look down on me, gossiping behind my back? Saying my fists weren’t strong enough.
Though it was due to the hometown custom, wasn’t it me you relied on to eat meat and drink?
A bunch of ungrateful things.
Thinking of this, I became a bit impatient to go back and show my skills, so Small Knife immediately booked a train ticket.
Very conveniently, there was a train that fit the time perfectly an hour later.
Successfully bought the ticket.
Time was fairly sufficient, so Small Knife immediately took out another item, a piece of blackened bone with strange patterns all over it.
This was the Skill Book, Continuous Fire.
Without hesitation, I crushed it.
In a blur, it seemed like I was throwing.
A spear shot out, and as the skill was cast, a similar phantom appeared behind the spear, hitting the target right after.
Small Knife snapped back to reality, checked the watch, only a moment had passed.
He scanned the table, picked up a pen, and threw it out.
Instantly, a similar phantom trail followed behind the pen, consecutively hitting the wall, making a series of sounds.
Took a train, then chartered a car, switched to a bullock cart, and finally walked on foot, staying overnight in a remote small village before nightfall.
Don’t misunderstand heading halfway home without going back; it’s because leaving now won’t get you home at night, only leaving early tomorrow will ensure you reach before nightfall.
Although Small Knife isn’t worried about encountering coyotes or similar, and isn’t afraid, walking at night isn’t appealing either.
Small Knife’s birthplace is incredibly remote, a valley within a valley, most people get lost going in.
The place is called Taishu Hao, if you’re unfamiliar with the route, running out randomly has at least a 50% chance of ending up abroad.
The Taishu family occupies 80% within Taishu Hao, very united, but fights and brawls are common. Against outsiders, like neighboring Russians, even using guns is normal.
This place is under "emperor far away" control, and the village chief is the emperor.
Because every household has firearms like shotguns, bows and crossbows are even more common. It’s necessary because wild wolves and such aren’t rare, along with other wild beasts.
Wild boars, bears—Small Knife has encountered these before. It’s said there are tigers, but Small Knife hasn’t seen one. However, the clan leader has a large tiger skin rug; in childhood, I played on it frequently.
This small mountain village is very remote, but for Small Knife’s Taishu Hao villagers, they have some connections, and it’s a necessary place to pass through, so Small Knife brought them gifts smoothly.
It’s not common here to give money for lodging; it feels as if being looked down upon.
After dinner, went to the room early. The earth-walled room brought back nostalgic memories for Small Knife, that familiar feeling.
Secured the door and window, tied a rope to the door handle, connecting to my helmet, so any opening alerts me immediately.
No need for this before, but now I’m more cautious.
Closed my eyes, and when opened, I was in the thatched house.
A faint fragrance of a young girl.
"Master brother." The crisp voice, accompanied by a sweet, reliant smile, truly starts a beautiful day.
Ding: The divine technique hidden within your body has awoken. Congratulations, you’ve acquired a divine technique. Because it’s too similar to Continuous Fire, it’s named Continuous Fire by default, but can be modified.
Hint: Divine techniques are innate and can evolve.
Divine Technique: Continuous Fire, Evolution: 100 Experience.
Ding: After you logged off last night, Nu Xiu’Er’s divine technique Lingxiu Innate, with doubled proficiency in support skills, took initiative, observed and understood the well-drilling skill, under the influence of divine techniques, categorized as a basic support skill, not occupying the skill bar.
"Master brother, I found well-drilling to be very simple, next time no need to hire someone, Xiu’Er can drill wells herself."
"My Xiu’Er is amazing!" Small Knife’s mouth opened wide, could only give a thumbs up, what else can I say?
What is a divine technique? This is it. Mine is definitely a pirated version, can’t compare at all.
There’s a rumor of a rat tide approaching, the tribe’s hunters aren’t going out alone, even hunting squads aren’t venturing out. Instead, the Witch directly sent out combat, leading the tribe’s combat troops, starting a large hunt.
This isn’t hunting, but a war.
It’s said only by eliminating the king of the rat tide can the tide be ended.
This is a large-scale task, to be received by players who reached Level 10, even slaves can, and it’s an emergency task, reward increases by fifty percent.
If meritorious, even slaves have a chance to rise.
But Small Knife glanced and gave up.
No way, my methods are too miraculous, they would scare everyone.
Then continued to eat meat with Xiu’Er, then practiced shooting.
"Boss, boss, I’m here." Slutty Mouth finally arrived before dark.
He used all his means, finally, finally acquired a hundred pieces of wood, spent all his savings, and even borrowed money.
Only with RMB injection could results be gained this fast.
This was also because he was the only player acquiring wood.
Now quite worried, if the boss doesn’t exchange for high-quality stone-made spearheads, he’d lose big.
"Well done!" Small Knife nodded in satisfaction, took out stone-made spearheads, counted thirteen, and gave them to Slutty Mouth.
Slutty Mouth’s eyes widened, wow, wow, am I dreaming? All are premium rated, what kind of amazing skill does it take to craft such quality?
Going to get rich, getting rich.
The boss himself definitely couldn’t do it, so there must be! He glanced at the pure young girl over there.
"What are you looking at, continue collecting wood, you won’t lose out." Small Knife gave the order, planning to enclose the thatched house and the field in front into his territory with a fence.
He has enough wood for upgrading the thatched house, bone materials can be replaced with bone coins, spending a bit more isn’t a problem.
Now all materials are ready, money is also prepared, directly chose to upgrade.
Didn’t wait for any miraculous transformation, it’s still the same, but an NPC arrived.