Number One Dungeon Supplier

Chapter 1859 Dark Days Dungeon #1 -Part 1



Chapter 1859 Dark Days Dungeon #1 -Part 1

As Rong came out of the subway station, he found him holding onto his club tightly. There was a choice of going for the tutorial first and the reward was said to be a pair of Grade 0 shoes. However, Rong felt that he was okay with being barefooted since he had been through worse situations from Grandma Yuan's training.

With just a Grade 1 Club and clothes to cover himself, Rong found himself overseeing a desolated village from the top of the cliff. He could see that beyond the village was a clearing and a lake beyond that. Other than that, it was pretty obvious that there were nothing but rocky hills that covered the village's left and right.

The south was the subway's exit so there was definitely nothing behind it. Even if he tried to look for something, all he saw was that the subway exit had been connected to the hills. Game design wise, it was pretty obvious that the Dungeon Supplier wanted his cultivators to go through the village and reach the clearing to ride the boat.

However, unlike his usual dungeon instances where there would be objectives or even NPCS to guide, there was nothing of that sort within this particular dungeon instance. To make things worse, it is set in the middle of the night.

Rong does not know whether because they were playing it in the evening and thus it had a night setting or whether the dungeon instance used darkness as part of its theme. "Well, it's called Dark Days Dungeon instance. I guess, it's not that surprising that this is a night fight." Rong said as he tried to use his cultivation to scan the area.

But to his surprise, he felt that his grade had been suppressed to Grade 1 Cultivation. No matter how he tried to increase his chi powers, it was hard capped by the dungeon instance. "Shit, so this is really a survival game," Rong said to himself as he understood that there was a time limit of 30 minutes. If he dies, he will start from the Subway exit once more or maybe inside the station. This would definitely waste more time if he were to die so he decided to go with the old school method of searching.

Rong placed his ears on the ground and tried to reduce his breathing. It was not hard to discern that there were noises coming from the desolated village and with his consistent dungeoneering, he could recognise that they were the sounds of Goblins.

Even though he had defeated them multiple times before, he did not do it with a Grade 1 Cultivation. "So this is like practicing combat with your chi being restricted! I am starting to like this!" Rong knew that he might have an easier time fighting against the goblin minions because of his combat experience but if he understood where Jin was coming from in terms of dungeon design.

If they were to throw some dangerous monsters, new cultivators trying this would definitely be scarred for life. So, for now, this particular dungeon instance might be an easy mode for Rong he was already looking forward to the second instance and the subsequent ones, hoping that Jin might create something even more crazy and special.

Yet, he had forgotten that he needed to clear this first, and knowing Jin's dungeon design, it was best not to underestimate this instance. "But going down the correct way is boring. Why don't I take an express shortcut?" Rong said as he took a few steps back and reinforced his chi onto his feet. With a short warm up jogging around the same spot, Rong subsequently ran straight and jumped off the cliff.

With a loud war cry, he managed to jump and covered at least 1/3 of the desolate village. The moment he landed, the Ox Demon Cultivator could already feel the eyes of many goblins looking at him.

Since he was on the open ground in the middle lane of the village, Rong provoked the goblins to come get him. His goal was not to use any Grade 1 Techniques if possible and he literally picked the lousiest skill in his lowest grade's repertoire, Grade 1 Enhancement Technique Ox Stamina since it was mandatory to choose one.

Now the Goblins were already starting to surround him but he realised that they were not the same cheeky goblins that he had fought against. All of them were bloodthirsty and there were already two arrows that flew towards him. If not for Rong deflecting them with his club, he would have already been injured by it.

"Shit… I think this is not the best idea…" Rong said to himself as he started to bash the Goblins only to find that they were able to defend themselves, parry the blows, and attack back. It was only a few goblins later that there was a set pattern to the Goblins's fighting style.

He did not know whether this was incidental or intentional but he tried to take advantage of it and tried to overcome them by hitting them with his club. The only problem was that as he tried to pick up the swords that were left lying on the ground, he was not able to do so. They were heavier than they looked and the arrows that were stuck on the ground were immovable as well.

It was only when Rong found an item giving off a slight glitter that he managed to pick it up with ease. "It is another club…" Rong said to himself and decided to dual wield the wooden clubs. After all, two clubs are always better than one. It enabled him to rampage a little more but it was pretty obvious that some of them were a little trickier to deal with which forced Rong to move into a house for some cover.

"Holy shit. This is actually harder than I thought!" Rong said to himself, knowing that if he was some new cultivator coming in, by recklessly jumping into the middle of the village and declaring himself as the target, Rong would probably been killed.

He was not wrong as that was happening throughout many cultivators' gameplay.

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