Surviving The Fourth Calamity-Chapter 70 - 65 The fight is about to start_2

70: Chapter 65: The fight is about to start_2

70 -65: The fight is about to start_2

However, in Kexlote, Hill could feel that the content of elements was average, very harmonic; the elements were suppressed by divine power and were very submissive, easily absorbed by the body.

The space elements were firmly pressed within the ore deposits, not a trace of them showing.

If you’re not a Magic Master, it’s best not to reside in this city for long.

Long periods of meditation could very likely be penetrated by divine power.

You might unwittingly become a follower of the God of Time and Space and still believe it was your own choice.

Hill leaned against the window, looking at the bustling and lively Undead Tribe below.

His mind, muddled for many days, had finally cleared up.

He had been paying too much attention to William and the Undead Tribe recently.

Overestimation is a common human flaw.

In other’s eyes, something might not be important, but once it happens to oneself, it seems of great importance.

Actually, William’s world and he were completely unrelated; Hill just needed to continue on his own path.

He could maintain interest, but should not let it influence his life.

For the players, indeed, their emergence was a blow for Hill.

If he hadn’t come to Kexlote, Hill’s heart would definitely continue to envy these players.

Naturally elemental bodies, magic that could be cast without much effort, reaching the ability of a Magic Master in a short time.

Compared to these Undead Tribe members, who were inherently high-level locals, knowing they were actually ordinary people inside, Hill’s heart would actually be shaken.

But having come to Kexlote, Hill finally realized.

Hadn’t he known all along that the players were just tools of the deities?

And Hill, every bit of strength in his body, belonged to himself.

He carefully analyzed his heart, why should he be jealous?

What was he actually jealous of?

He probed deeper within himself and finally had an epiphany.

Because the players were still living in their own world, yet they could experience the scenery of another world.

Even though they themselves don’t know it and just think of this place as a game.

But for Hill, who could never return, the fact that the players could happily play in this world and then happily go home for dinner was insanely enviable.

Rebirth is a good thing, but to be able to return to one’s own world after rebirth, that is true happiness.

He might even feel that these thoughts were too greedy, Hill had lied to himself.

Previously, he hadn’t realized, but Hill discovered that he truly cared too much about the players and William’s affairs.

Always saying to keep away, keep away, but in the end, Hill might be the local mage who had the most contact with the players.

Simply because, due to his Magician status, he needed to interact more with people to maintain human thinking and behavior patterns.

So Fran and Adrian didn’t think there was anything wrong with him.

But he had to change that in the future.

Wait!

Hill hesitated a bit, but money still needed to be made.

Hill took out a ring and counted the resources and Crystal Stones that Srei had handed to him last night.

He couldn’t dwell on sadness!

He might as well go back to Hill’s Domain before the shop opened in the morning.

He’d hand over the Crystal Stones and some ores and herbs to List to deal with, then bring back some potions made in the Alchemy Workshop.

There were always people too lazy to run a Teleportation Array to Hill’s Domain to buy medicine; he had sold a lot of common potions yesterday.

Now that the shop was set up, Hill could definitely leave for a short while, a Teleportation Array is something he truly liked.

Unfortunately, once leaving Kexlote, he didn’t know when he could do it again.

Initially, he wanted to build a Temple, not only to repay the God of Time and Space for the help but also to have this Teleportation Array.

After all, it was just a village outside his own valley; whatever happened wouldn’t affect Hill’s actual domain.

Taking advantage of Alice still being absorbed in her intense training, oblivious of Hill going out to travel, Hill hurried back to Kexlote.

As soon as he reached near the arena, there were a lot of people around.

The timing of the players always being strange; it didn’t matter if it was day or night, there were always so many people.

Fortunately, the costume robe he bought back then all had hoods, Hill wore a hood, blended into the crowd, and unnoticeably returned.

Before entering the door, he saw Wenjian World’s Young Master, already with a group of people, guarding the outskirts of the store.

He really meant what he said!

Hill sorted the alchemy display cabinet, then let Srei open the shop.

Although a day had passed, the number of players had not decreased; the line outside was still long.

Today, Hill was completely engrossed in his books, no longer lifting his head to watch the players.

However, Hill wasn’t being overly correct.

If Lu Huayu came by, he would definitely go to watch the excitement.

After all, spectating is human nature, and schadenfreude is instinct.

Hill hadn’t planned on becoming a saint, so there was no need to be nervous about a bit of bad nature.

Unfortunately, it was another day without Mr.

Lu.

The young master stubbornly waited until the shop closed.

It was the last day.

Hill sat at his workbench, resting his head on his hands, watching the young master who was standing with his arms crossed at the door.

Today, he brought even more people.

Hill saw many familiar faces.

Members of the Black Rose were also there, standing on the outer edge, pointing and discussing things with their Alliance Gang members.

Inside Hill’s shop, everyone was a Scattered One; they bought items while looking outside.

It sounded like they were betting on the forums again.

If Lu Huayu showed up, he’d get beat up; if not, he’d probably be called something worse than eunuch by his adversaries.

It seemed they all believed he would come.

After all, today none of the End of the World Alliance members showed up, but all the allies from the Youth Journey of the Wenjian World were there.

Hill also didn’t pretend to know nothing; the sofa he was sitting on had also been moved to the window.

William’s people were also aware of this; the number of guards obviously increased.

Hill remembered that after the Main Temple was built, they were completely unable to use their skills, so there would be no loss of life.

So why were the guards still there?

Hill listened carefully to the chatting of the Scattered Ones in the shop, hoping to gather some information.

Suddenly, it dawned on him: these guards were there to prevent ordinary townspeople who wandered in from being scared or hurt.

A punch landing on a player was one thing, but it would definitely hurt a regular person.

When players set up stalls, they often left daily items they obtained from quests on the stall, and when regular people saw them, they would come to grab these bargain items.

Especially the townspeople of Kexlote, many were poor people from other cities who had come to the newly established capital looking for a livelihood.

Being able to buy such good-value items, they didn’t care about how chaotic the Undead Tribe was.

Hill heard people in the shop saying, “Better stop them, if all the NPCs are scared away, it’ll be even harder to sell our junk.”

Luckily, the area around the arena was circular; it sufficed to block off both sides of the road.

Hill watched the guards go into the crowd, accurately identifying ordinary people mingling among them.

The stall-owning players also packed up their little stalls, not daring to sell anymore.

Their stalls were unprotected; what if something got damaged in a fight?

Both sides were seeing red, but no one was brave enough to demand compensation.

There was a heated discussion in the shop, and although buying items was most important, they couldn’t resist the pull of gossip.

Someone whispered in awe, “All the dwarves from the Youth Journey of the Wenjian World are here!”

Their allies were also dwarves standing up front!

They’re planning to go all out with a ground-lying fist!

The End of the World doesn’t have that many dwarves, huh?

Qingcheng has even fewer!

Lu Huayu loves to be ethereal, his group hardly has any lolis or shotas!

Look how many women have come!

I wonder how many women from the End of the World will show up?

Is this aiming for a shrewish bastinado fight?

Hill followed the direction they were pointing and saw Perfect Bald.

Are you stupid?

That’s Perfect Bald, not a woman!

And those at the back?

Old Age Striking King!

Just by the name, guess how many she can take on?

Black Rose is really something, look behind her!

Dozens of women!

All their women have come too!

Following Old Age upward, Hill almost choked; Cunlü had also come!

He turned his head and searched; Hard Wind was quietly standing under a tree, looking around for a safe place.

It wasn’t until he saw Hard Wind finally help Cunlü settle onto a tree branch that Hill sighed with relief.

He had been about to go out and bring this lady inside himself; he couldn’t bear to watch a pregnant woman get hit in his worldview.

The name Hard Wind must have been chosen for Cunlü, right?

The hardest winds of his life were all caused by Cunlü.