Chapter 369: Chapter 244: Polluted Creature? Just a New Employee!
Chen Lun took a short rest in the wooden hut.
He seized the opportunity to use his authority in the Immortal Realm to check on other areas.
“Oh… they are really putting in the effort,”
Chen Lun revealed a smile.
He discovered that at that moment, more than twenty players were active in the Forest of Nature and Kazt Town, clearly having bought discounted tickets for their next adventure.
For the players, creatures in the Immortal Realm were generally dangerous, but those who ventured there had mostly advanced to Transcendents, and carried powerful items sold by the Circus, cooperating in teams to outnumber their foes and ensuring safer confrontations.
The high Experience Points and dropped supernatural materials were enough to make them feel the tickets were worth the price.
Chen Lun now did not particularly value those ordinary materials, so he did not specifically claim the players’ spoils for himself.
His hands remained clean.
He did hope that the players would find more thrills in the Immortal Realm, perhaps dying a few times over, which would count towards his own account, allowing him to earn some Experience Points and Attribute Points.
On the other side, in Kazt Town, figures like Polaris and Dongyang appeared, and with some time left before the Pollution Tide, they began to “mingle” with the White Cat residents.
They did manage to gain some advantages though.
For example, some supernatural food unique to the White Cat residents, and equipment phased out by the White Cat Warriors, even Horseman and Doghead Gold learned several sword techniques from the White Cat one-eyed captain Kappa.
All in all, everyone has a bright future.
‘Keep it up, strangers from afar… I hope that in the future, there will be more and more players in the Immortal Realm, flourishing and growing.’
Chen Lun shifted his gaze away, then stood up.
‘I should also be on my way, towards the next wooden hut!’
He straightened his hat and suit, leaned on his Silver Staff, and left the hut, walking outside and gradually disappearing into the dense fog.
The third hut, filled with Supernatural Knowledge, was not located above ground on the gloomy plains.
Chen Lun looked at a mine entrance in front of him and cursed silently.
Had it not been for Maggie telling him the exact location of the hut, he would have had no idea how long it would take to find it in this area on his own.
He was now standing on the leeward side of a hill, the entrance of the mine secured with simple wooden stakes, only about two meters tall and quite inconspicuous.
Wrapped around with dense fog, its concealment was complete.
Chen Lun pulled out a windproof kerosene lamp from the Blood Poem Ring, lit it, and carried it into the mine.
The tunnel was cramped, twisting and turning, the walls clearly manually carved, uneven and rough.
Chen Lun walked while scrutinizing the environment.
He thought that this mine might very well have been made by the No-Moon People, as these tunnels suited their hunched and slender figures.
After walking for about four or five minutes, Chen Lun felt the area ahead gradually became more spacious.
Series of clanging sounds echoed from deeper within, and Chen Lun raised the kerosene lamp in his hand, illuminating the surrounding environment.
Through observation and estimation, the space was about the size of a football field, with the mine walls and dome showing depressions where ores used to be, but which had been mined out.
In the deepest part, there were four or five dark tunnel entrances leading to the deeper parts of the mine.
Chen Lun frowned, deciding to continue forward towards the second tunnel from which the sounds were coming.
Walking for a few more minutes, this time, the clanging sounds were louder and brighter, and for the first time in this mine, he saw “living things.”
They were a group of gaunt blue silhouettes, wielding insubstantial Iron Pickaxes, fiercely pounding the wall’s polyhedral Black Crystals.
These Crystal Mines emitted a faint glow, providing some light.
‘The Black Crystal weapons of the No-Moon People… the raw materials were mined right here… So much Dragon Sharpstone, all hidden under the gloomy plains.’
Chen Lun’s eyes sparkled.
He felt as if he had discovered a treasure trove, wondering how many weapons and ammunition he could produce with all this Dragon Sharpstone.
The mining blue apparitions suddenly stopped their movements simultaneously, slowly turning their heads, their faces twisted voids of darkness.
They began making strange cries and staggered towards Chen Lun.
‘Lost Souls of the deceased No-Moon People… Apparitions, huh?’
After scouting with his Peeping Eye of Fate, Chen Lun tried throwing a few playing cards.
The cards spun and passed straight through them.
The apparitions’ bodies wobbled slightly, utterly unresponsive.
‘It seems physical attacks are indeed ineffective.’
Having tested this, he then activated his gloves to charge the cards with Supernatural Flame and threw them again.
The Fire Cards sliced through quickly, and this time, the bodies of the apparitions were ignited by the penetrative cards, twisting in screams as if enduring unbearable torment.
However, contrary to Chen Lun’s expectations, even though they turned into balls of flame, these apparitions did not burn to death but instead moved faster and appeared more ferocious.
The apparitions suddenly swelled into giant Werewolf forms, their pitch-black eyes seeming to voice their agony, and they fiercely pounced towards Chen Lun.
Chen Lun turned, his black coat flaring up, as he switched places with the card he had first thrown, dodging the werewolf apparitions’ attack.