As soon as Lumina logged in today, she received a notification that she hadpleted a hidden quest, and was instructed to go to the survivor’s camp to collect her hidden reward.
This was the first time a major hidden quest had beenpleted, and other little yers were also very interested in this unique reward. So when Lumina, Day One No Fap, and ck Stockings Under the Keyboard excitedly went there, arge crowd of spectators trailed behind them.
They even rented two tbed trucks from Maxim, adhering to the principle of not wasting trips and maximizing time efficiency. They also took on a “Deliver Supplies” daily quest.
Coincidentally, the ones receiving the supplies were Dump Truck Iaido and Bulldozer Man Charging.
These two brothers were already quite famous among the 40 little yers, as the others were still tediously ying monsters while they had already be officials.
Everyone exchanged some banter when they met, but the two brothers didn’t mind, grinning as they instructed the NPC assistants to receive the supplies since they were also participating in the quest to receive rewards.
However, when the yers arrived, they saw quite a grand scene!
Not only was Murphy there, but Camp Manager Miss Miriam was also present, with basically all the important NPCs of the camp in attendance.
Over a thousand people had gathered together, truly giving a sense of a massive crowd.Among the camp survivors, many were still bandaged or using wooden crutches. When they looked at the little yers before them, their eyes were filled with gratitude.
They would never forget that when they were waiting in terror to die, it was these heroes who had rescued them.
These tireless heroes had escorted them out of the dark city while being pursued by monsters, and delivered them safely to this ce. They also continuously collected and sent supplies to allow the survivors to live through the disaster.
This was a kindness that must be remembered!
“We all know who rescued us from the city of despair, who pulled us back from the brink of hell when we had already lost hope.”
Seeing that the little yers had all arrived, at Murphy’s signal, the crimson-cloaked Miriam stood on a rock and addressed the people around her, following a prepared speech:
“But we have not truly expressed our gratitude to these saviors and heroes. The people of Transia may never forgive their enemies, but we also never forget kindness.
We have put together some things from the camp’s supplies to represent our appreciation.
We will forever remember the names and stories of these saviors, until the day we die, until their great deeds are permanently passed down across thesends!
Cheer for our saviors!
Pay them the highest respect!”
The crowd immediately erupted into enthusiastic cheers, those who had survived shouting out their gratitude.
Even though the yers could not understand theirnguage, the Computation Bead’s trantion allowed them to feel the sincere gratefulness from these NPCs.
This scene was so overwhelming that not only the student yers, but even the worldly Meow King was stunned.
This was the concerted cheering of over a thousand people, the momentum was astonishing.
“Well said,” Murphy smiled and apuded, then quietly encouraged Miriam, “Just like a retired bureaucrat, steady andposed. It seems you’re quite suited for this line of work.”
This praise made Miriam roll her eyes.
However, Murphy was not entirely wrong, she did not dislike this feeling of being a manager, and deeply understood the concept of “power”, even if she was currently only managing a “refugee camp”.
“Come forward, my heroes!” Murphy called out, and the five yers who hadpleted the quest nced at each other. The two middle-aged members, Dump Truck and Bulldozer, stepped forward first. They saw a middle-aged NPC with a bandaged head walk over from beside Murphy, holding something and handing it to them with repeated words of gratitude.
It was a shop sign that read “Nur Hardware Store”.
This “NPC” was the owner of the store, and he wished to gift the yers the store, its deed, and the inventory of tools inside.
He did not feel sadness about this.
Because Miriam had privately given him arge sum of money, enough for him and his family to leave Transia and livefortably elsewhere once everything settled down.
In the ruined city, anything but ownerless money and wealth was in short supply. During his “hunts” in the city over the past few days, Murphy had already obtained a great deal of it.
“What, they’re just giving us this store?” Dump Truck hugged the sign and deed, somewhat bewildered. But as always, Bulldozer was grounded, scoffing, “The store is still in the city, probably in ruins now. We got the business rights, but it’ll be a long way before we can actually operate it. Still, not bad, the devs are being generous. I reckon there’ll definitely be simr shop trading mechanics in the future. This is them doing an advanced test run with us.”
“This is what you deserve,” Murphy smiled at them. Dump Truck and Bulldozer also showed appropriate smiles, like elementary students epting awards on stage, stiff and proper.
Although they were clearly aware this was just a game, seeing the grateful gazes of the NPCs whose lives they had saved with their quick thinking still stirred some emotion in the two middle-aged men.
There was no helping it.
The game was made so realistically that one would unconsciously blur the line between virtual and reality at times.
As the two camp managers returned to their NPC assistants, who straightened their backs with a sense of pride, even those selected assistants seemed to share in the glory.
This made the recently joined Full Coverage Half Off and Heaven’s Chosen Grayman quite envious since, as gamers, who didn’t want a taste of glory?
In other games, obtaining a good piece of equipment would require half a day of showing off in the main city to bask in envious stares, let alone this “center of attention” scene.
Next, the emcee, who was already hoarse from calling out names, summoned ck Stockings Under the Keyboard and Day One No Fap forward.
As Meow King’s employees in reality, the two men in their twenties had never experienced such a scene before. Especially when four girls presented them with skill manuals and two sets of weapons, the young men immediately reached out to ept their rewards.
But that wasn’t all.
To the astonishment of ck Stockings Under the Keyboard, Day One No Fap, and the other watching yers, the four girls left grateful kisses on the cheeks of the two little yers.
This immediately prompted wolf whistles and cheers from the surrounding little yers and observing NPCs.
Hey hey, more of that, that’s what I like to see!
This fully proved that regardless of which world they came from, all grown men shared a consistent pursuit of certain “lowbrow interests”.
But as the “protagonists” of this moment, ck Stockings Under the Keyboard and Day One No Fap were far from enjoying the girls’ gratitude, their minds had gonepletely nk. This…
This, this, this…was this the devs’ “hidden easter egg”?
Damn!
Wasn’t that a bit too exciting?
But there were too many people around, quite embarrassing. Also, could we get a french kiss? I..
I’ve lived over twenty years and never experienced that, ahem.
ck Stockings Under the Keyboard had a good memory and immediately recognized that these four girls were the two neighboring families they had rescued while doing quests.
The girls clearly remembered them too, whispering thanks.
The bolder one even slipped a note into Day One No Fap’s palm, prompting even more hooting from the surrounding yers and NPCs, causing the two flustered young men to flee with their items in hand, faces flushed red.
But after taking a few steps away, he turned back very proudly and waved to his brothers, provoking another round of wolf whistles and catcalls.
“Come forward, hero who single-handedly saved 20 lives. I feel honored to receive your loyalty!”
Finally, Murphy looked towards Lumina.
Her reward was the most significant.
Although she was not the first to discover the hidden quest, she had rescued the most people during the three-day operation, thirteen children and seven adults. She had encountered danger at least three times while rescuing people. If not for her luck, she would likely have perished.
Over those three days, Lumina barely leveled up, spending all her time on this hidden quest.
She herself was not a power gamer.
But in Murphy’s view, a yer like Lumina, who had her own ystyle and couldmit to a task, meant far more to him than power gamers.
Such “hardcore role-yers” were the yers closest to being NPCs. In the future, they might truly be a bridge deeply connecting the yermunity and NPCs. Many tasks unsuitable for ordinary yers could be entrusted to them.
Murphy had already decided to ce Lumina Yanghen on the priority cultivation list, to be given the same attention as special talents like Sister Pomegranate and Niuniu.
He had a feeling this youngdy would definitely surprise him in the future.
Her reward was also the most special.
It did note from the camp NPCs, but rather from the mysterious Lady Adele in the yers’ perception.
This ever-aloof newly-turned vampire stepped forward. With her blood-red eyes fixed on the much shorter Lumina, she looked her up and down before speaking:
“I hear you’re interested in elven culture?”
“Ah?”
The youngdy waspletely dumbfounded. Was this the devs’ arranged easter egg for her?
“Don’t be so interested in them! Elves of any race are not as perfect as you imagine. In fact, most are quite dangerous.”
Lady Adele shook her head and handed Lumina a handwritten copy of the ‘Mejeva Family Secret Sword Arts Manual’. As she left, she uttered something in a very special tone and rather peculiarnguage that Lumina’s yer interface could not immediately trante.
Until Murphy softly told her:
“That was a warning in the elven tongue.
She hopes you’ll abandon your pursuit of dangerous things. In our world, hero, elves are not just a byword for elegance, but also synonymous with power and mystery.”
“But how does she know the elvennguage? And this book…”
Lumina looked at the manual in her hands, a surge of delight rising within her as she marveled at the devs’ attention to detail.
Meanwhile, Murphy showed a mysterious smile, telling her:
“You’ll need to slowly explore that yourself. My fledgling Adele has a mysterious background. To earn her trust, you’ll need to put in more effort.”
With that, Murphy turned to face the crowd of camp residents behind him. This small ceremony had built up the atmosphere, and his gaze swept across the survivors’ faces and eyes.
In them, he saw fear and respect, as well as distance and warmth.
But regardless of how these people felt or perceived him, Murphy could now be certain that everyone present knew his name and understood the significance of his existence in their current situation.
So the once outcast member of the Blood Vulture n, now the leader of the survivors, spread his hands and loudly addressed the crowd before him:
“Survivors of Kadman City, we have aplished what was once thought impossible, we’ve rescued everyone trapped within the city.
But this can hardly be called a sess.
Because the polluted forces from the Astral Realm are still contaminating our city. Until they are eliminated, you cannot return to the homes you long for.
I am preparing an operation to eliminate the dangerous spirit energy still leaking out, but this operation requires everyone’s participation!
In Transian tradition, we are ustomed to using fire to protect ourselves and drive away the dangers of the night. Now, we must revive this tradition!
My heroes havepleted their work, and now it is our turn as locals to do our part! Starting tonight, we will burn the ruins with fire, driving back the monsters that nearly killed us back into their Astral Realm.
I need the aid of the physically strong!
If you too harbor hatred for those monsters, I hope you will volunteer! When the mes are lit, the homnd that was taken from us will be reimed, as is the Transian way!
Your houses, your ancestralnds, and your memories of the past will return to your hands.
In the name of the protectors of the Survivors’ Camp and the cleaners of the Kadman ruins, I, Revnor Murphy Lessenbra, hereby dere the ‘Great Burning’ operation has officially begun!”
As Murphy’s words fell, the yers’ Computation Beads chimed in unison with a crisp notification, indicating a quest update:
【Prologue: Kadman City’s Final Night
Quest 3: Let the mes purify everything!!!
Description: Through your hard work and selfless rescue efforts, the survivors of Kadman’s outer city have been evacuated. However, the Astral shadows still lurking within the city remain a formidable challenge. To counter these otherworldly forces, Murphy, now the leader of the survivors, has decided to strike back.
Objective: Assist the survivors in clearing and purifying the Astral shadows lurking in the city ruins through burning.
Time Limit: 48 hours.
Progress: Currently 0% of outer city ruins cleared.
Rewards: Activate yer Safe Zone, open new ‘Kadman Ruined City’ area, unlock next main quest chain.
Quest Countdown: 3 hours.】
“Oh man, we’re not gonna have enough game time today.”
Upon seeing the new quest trigger, the little yersmented.
It was alreadyte in the day’s game session. Aside from Lumina, whose sleep schedule was reversed due to the time difference, the others were nearing log-off time.
“No worries, the quest says ‘assist’!” Joy Stick was the first to notice the loophole, telling the other worried yers on “World Chat”:
“Even if we don’t participate, the NPCs will actively push the purification progress forward themselves. We just need to log in early tomorrow to join in.
Ah, we didn’t manage to clear that underground gang hideout today. There seem to be ghouls lurking in the sewers, and those cunning water gremlins were causing chaos too.
Our gear and levels are still a bitcking. Clearing the outskirts onlyted us some materials and subpar weapons.
But I think this is a good opportunity, if there are monsters there, there’s bound to be loot!
When the fires spread that way, we might just get a chance to swoop in and snatch some spoils. Meow, log off and pull up a group chat, let’s discuss this properly.”
“Sister Lumina, help summarize the experience for us tonight.”
Before logging off, the brothers teased Lumina, the diligent and good-natured foreign student readily agreeing.
But at the moment, her mind was upied by the mysterious connection between Lady Adele and the elves. She wondered how to raise Adele’s favor, showing little interest in this new quest.
After all, she wasn’t a pyromaniac.