My Players Are So Fierce Chapter 144:

“Encircle them, encircle! Clear out the surroundings! Black Stockings, Day One No Fap, Don’t Need Hands to Show Off, you three keep watch at the periter, don’t let any Astral Realm beasts escape and scare our esteed little boss. Three to Five Pecks, be ready to provide assistance at any mont.

Old Tune, go pull the aggro.”

Inside the inner city ruins district of Kadman City, above the Blood Vulture Halls, ow King was assigning tasks while casting a Thorn Spells on Feel You Poor, who was gripping a newbie sword and looking around nervously.

The others followed his commands, while ow King turned to the bewildered little boss and said, “This ga doesn’t allow leeching experience. You have to grind levels yourself by hacking away. I just showed you the newbie sword skills. I’ll teach you Spirit Blast later. But the key point is, don’t panic when you encounter monsters, just take a stance and slash at them.

The basic sword skills repeat themselves, the more you slash, the more familiar you’ll beco. Once you’re proficient, you can adjust your stance to the standard form, no rush.

My brothers and I will protect you, so you won’t be in any real danger.

As we agreed earlier, we’ll escort you until level 5, aiming to complete that in two days.”

“Hey hey hey, I may not play many gas, but I know ‘power leveling’ isn’t done this way.”

After listening in bewildernt, the little boss imdiately objected to ow King, “Other gas’ power leveling services take care of both leveling and gearing up! Why do I still have to kill monsters myself?”

“My brother, that’s for other gas. Look where you are now, look at these graphics, these pixel details, the aesthetic design of these ruins, and the physical feel. Do you think it can be the sa?

And as I’ve said, rich little brother, we’re not so low-end power leveling workshop,” ow King rolled his eyes.

He was regretting it deeply in his heart, wishing he could slap himself twice for drinking that extra bottle of wine when having dinner with the student gang and Sister Pogranate that night.

As a result of boasting drunkenly to that group of students who could drink even more than him, a social worker, he had carelessly promised the little tagalong boss to level him up. When he woke up the next morning, he found the down paynt had already been wired to his card.

It was too late for regrets now.

Though they had previously decided to shift their “style” a bit, so using the little rich boss for so practice wasn’t a bad idea.

“Monsters incoming!”

The gunner Old Tune quickly pulled aggro.

In this relatively safe area, he swiftly charged over, performing a stylish gunner’s sliding tackle to reach ow King’s side. The two retreated a step in unison.

ow King even made an encouraging gesture towards the dazed little boss.

A manifestation of despair erged before them.

It had no physical form, just a swirling black mist constantly changing shape. Sensing Feel You Poor’s anxiety and fear ahead, it eagerly transford into a black wolf and pounced towards him.

In other gas, a re wolf would be easy, just a few skills and it’s down.

But this demonic thing felt too real.

As the embodint of despair leapt to attack, Feel You Poor’s pupils seed to dilate, he could clearly feel this wolf pup lunging straight for his throat. Even though ow King had provided him a newbie’s sword, all he had to do was raise it to slash.

But he was petrified with fear.

He could only watch helplessly as the wretched thing clawed towards him, his legs trembling, rooted to the spot.

“Bang!”

At the last mont, Old Tune coolly drew his sidearm spirit hunter’s revolver and fired a precise shot, dispersing the embodint of despair into billowing black smoke in front of the little boss.

Only a faint, mournful wail lingered and dissipated before him.

“This won’t do.”

Old Tune lowered his smoke-trailing witch hunter’s revolver and said to ow King, who was covering his eyes and ears, “Our ‘boss’ here hasn’t played any monster-grinding leveling gas before, has he? His ntal fortitude is way too low.”

“Your ntal fortitude was great too, don’t you rember almost peeing your pants when the Witch Hunters ca at you in Morland Village?” Don’t Need Hands to Show Off snickered as he butted in, “I may not have seen it, but I keep hearing Day One No Fap and Led More Than Three to Five Pecks going on about how you got slashed on the butt in your first battle, howling like you were dying.”

“Shut up, that was ages ago, why bring it up now? I’m a super sharpshooter now!” Old Tune’s face fell, but he didn’t mock the little boss further.

Indeed, apart from a few exceptionally gifted individuals, most little players had traumatic first battles in gas, simply overcoming the barrier of virtual reality being a huge hurdle.

“Ahem, I was just nervous earlier! Never seen such vicious demonic things in reality before.”

Seeing ow King shake his head and approach, the little boss Feel You Poor felt embarrassed and tried to explain, but before he could say more, ow King put an arm around his shoulders and pulled him aside, saying, “Why don’t I just refund your down paynt…”

“Hey! Since when do businesses operate like that? I know I’m a bit of a noob, but I can learn.”

The little boss imdiately objected.

He felt that ow King was looking down on him, but ow King quickly explained:

“No, listen to , rich little brother. It’s not about you. I was just thinking that under this ga’s special leveling mode, power leveling services are basically impossible. The dev team has already blocked that path.

Look, even if we escort you, all we can do is act as bodyguards and keep watch. At this rate, you won’t level up much in a day, and we’ll be wasting our ti too.

This is different from what we initially set out to do.

We can’t do it this way!

So, let refund your down paynt, brother. Level up and get a grasp of the skills yourself first. When you hit level 10, we’ll escort you through the Blood Vulture Halls for free as compensation.

We’ll help you clear that team dungeon and get you a nice set of gear to tackle the Black Iron Trial.

If that’s still not enough, here, take this.”

ow King took out a Blood Vulture Sword Arts Master skill manual from his Spirit Bag and handed it to Feel You Poor. This item used to be very rare, but as the ga progressed past the prologue, most of the first batch of little players had acquired one.

Although it’s an advanced manual for basic sword skills, the Blood Vulture Sword Arts still requires this item for rapid mastery training. It’s a sowhat important ga item, at the very least.

“If you don’t want to kill monsters, you can read books instead,” ow King explained.

“This ga allows you to increase skill proficiency through reading, albeit slowly. If you really can’t stand combat and killing monsters, you could join Dump Truck Iaido and the others at the camp, do administrative quests, help move stuff or find lost kittens, that’ll raise your character level too.

Combat is just a small part of the overall ga experience.

Or, why don’t you try becoming a village chief?

I think those administrative jobs are quite interesting too, though you might need to grind so reputation in the Survivor’s Camp first.”

“Not gonna be a boss, that’s not for ,” the rich little brother said, not taking the skill manual ow King offered.

He had figured out what was going on, but he didn’t get angry. Plopping down on the ground, he plucked at the grass and said magnanimously to the gathered bros, “To be honest, I never expected to make a na for myself in this ga. I never really liked gaming growing up, it was just a fluke that I ended up here. But this demonic ga is made so realistically, it might be a good place to unwind.

No need to refund the down paynt.

I’ve never had the habit of taking back money I’ve given out. Consider it the price of making so new friends. You guys can go about your business.

I’ll play on my own, and contact you if I need help.”

“Huh? Paying five figures to make friends?” brother Black Stockings was dumbfounded, blinking as he said, “Is this the world of the rich?”

“Brother, we can’t take this money! Bad reputation!” Don’t Need Hands to Show Off whispered to ow King, who nodded.

As an old hand, ow King understood this, of course. But the rich little brother seed to be in high spirits and quite carefree in temperant, so it wouldn’t be gracious to press the matter further.

He decided to return the down paynt later through Sister Pogranate.

However, they had barely gone far when discussing whether to try the newly opened Blood Vulture Halls dungeon, when ow King received a private ssage from the rich little brother:

“Co back quickly! Quick! I found a huge beast! Right where we were! A tiger! It’s a huge tiger!”

“Huh?” ow King blinked and replied: “You saw an Astral Realm beast? Don’t approach it! Rich Brother, that thing is very dangerous, wait for us to get there!”

Feel You Poor didn’t respond, making ow King’s heart sink.

Thinking this little boss really was fearless, he imdiately led the brothers back, only to find disordered footprints and scattered blood stains at the original spot.

“Oh no! The money bag got eaten!” Three to Five Pecks, carrying a shield, cried out.

He thought the Rich Brother had been devoured by beasts prowling the Astral Realm’s shadows, but ow King soon realized sothing was off.

Tapping into his Oak Apprentice’s natural spirit perception, he tracked the footprints through the expansive inner city ruins and soon heard the deep roars of so ferocious beast, even catching a whiff of blood in the air.

“Over there!”

With a wave of his Crimson Witch’s staff, the six-man team imdiately ford a combat formation and advanced.

Their small group was already an absolute top tier among current players, be it equipnt, job composition or teamwork, they were front-runners. So they quickly traversed the treacherous Astral Realm shadows to reach the area ahead.

“Damn! How did he get up there?”

The sharp-eyed succubus Old Tune exclaid.

The others looked up to see the bleeding Rich Brother Feel You Poor perched atop a severely spirit-eroded weathered stone pillar, while below, a snarling Astral Realm tiger was circling and continuously roaring.

“That’s it! Kill it! This is way too intense!”

The originally terrified Rich Brother, who thought he might get eaten, imdiately regained his spirit upon seeing ow King’s team arrive as reinforcents. He seed to be clutching sothing but didn’t dare move, only shouting continuously.

The battle-hardened group didn’t act rashly. The gunner Old Tune first sent out a scout, and the feedback made him turn pale.

“Black Iron elite Astral Realm tiger! Its size makes it a BOSS-level!”

“Don’t move, let take it on solo,” ow King said, suddenly interested.

He glanced at the Black Iron Trial details on his character interface and saw the option for a single challenge against an elite Black Iron creature, so he decided to give it a try.

“Are you crazy!” Three to Five Pecks, shield at the ready, yelled. “That thing could swallow you whole, its paws are bigger than your head!”

“It’s just a try, if I can’t beat it you guys can jump in and help. It’s not like I have to fight to the death, are you stupid?”

ow King rolled his eyes, first casting a Thorn Spells on himself, then conjuring the nature shield he had learned from Lady Tris’s reward skill book, and finally equipping the Avalon replica sacred blade at his waist.

This was currently the only “super weapon” among players, and the source of ow King’s confidence in soloing the elite.

He started by binding the Astral Realm tiger with Root Bind, but it broke free in less than three seconds. Amid low, thunderous tiger roars, it struck ow King with an Intimidating Ferocity, interrupting his spellcasting. The ethereal massive tiger flashed towards him, shattering the nature shield with its paws, sending ow King rolling away barely avoiding its lethal swipes.

“Damn! That strength! What solo, this is crazy!” he cried out, calling for backup.

The other brothers finally rushed in laughing, Don’t Need Hands to Show Off pulling his cousin up from the ground, smirking, “The Quest Description warned you, soloing elites is advanced gaplay, no need to risk your life!

But you wouldn’t listen.

Look at our gear, we don’t even have a full masterwork veteran set yet, no enhancent scrolls, no potions, no buffs, what were you planning to use to solo sothing even Wu Song would be afraid of?

Your willpower and courage?”

“It doesn’t cost anything to try, less talking, let’s take this guy down!” A disheveled ow King had temporarily given up on soloing the elite, an achievent perhaps only a savant could manage, his current character clearly needing a few more days of refinent.

Not to ntion, at the very least a full “Patriarch’s Guard” standard commander gear set would be required, or being a soul-spec tech player who could go light on gear.

A six-man team facing a Black Iron elite Astral Realm tiger still carried imnse risk, but fortunately ow King’s squad had a complete job composition with tank, healer, DPS and a wanderer. After nearly five minutes, they finally crippled the Astral Realm tiger.

Under the cover of shield-bearer Three to Five Pecks, ow King activated his sacred blade, using its Purifying Blade to stab the tiger into a weakened state.

“Hey Rich Brother, wanna co down and get a hit in?” ow King called out. “You’re our financier after all, gotta participate a little, right?”

“Tch, I went hunting on the African savannas at twelve, got plenty of experience killing ferocious beasts. You guys finish it, I’m kind-hearted, can’t stand the sight of blood.”

The Rich Brother waved his hand, declining to participate.

ow King’s group didn’t stand on ceremony, mobbing the old tiger to send it back to the Astral Realm.

It was quite generous, dropping a few starlight-glimring beast bones that ow King collected.

Only after securing the area did Feel You Poor sluggishly climb down from the pillar, showing decent agility, he clearly frequented the gym regularly.

But it was only when he landed that the others saw what he had been cradling.

A fluffy, cat-like creature poked its head out from Feel You Poor’s embrace, wling softly. Its fur, like the Astral Realm tiger’s, glimred with faint light, leaving the group perplexed.

“You nabbed its cub? That’s so unethical!” Day One No Fap said with disapproval. “No wonder the mother tiger chased you.”

“What’s with that look? This isn’t a tiger, do you think I’m the kind of scumbag who would bully orphans and widows?” The Rich Brother objected, then openly presented the “kitten” cradled in his arms.

Only then did the others see the mbranous, bat-like wings folded around its body, and its bizarre, scorpion-like black tail.

“After you guys left, I found this little thing in the nearby ruins. It must have just hatched and wandered off, getting targeted by that big tiger,” Feel You Poor stroked the creature unseen in the real world with undisguised affection, certain his lucky encounter in-ga had granted him this adorable companion.

“Isn’t this an Astral Manticore?” ow King stroked his chin. “There’s a hidden manticore BOSS in the dungeon halls, damn, could this be that BOSS’s offspring? Didn’t those Witch Hunters who drove it into the dungeon say the mother manticore nested in these ruins?”

“Wherever it’s from, this precious baby is mine now, we have a bond.” Feel You Poor declared grandly, cradling his little manticore protectively.

The manticore cub clearly feared its surroundings but was also full of curiosity, seeming to recognize Feel You Poor as its savior from the tiger, even licking the Rich Brother’s fingers with its tongue.

Though disheveled and filthy, Feel You Poor’s radiant smile showed his earlier foul mood had vanished completely.

He said openly to ow King, “You guys helped catch my baby, that settles the down paynt, don’t ntion refunds again. Now for the final task, ask around who can teach how to raise it? What job should I switch to for raising my little stinker?

I need that info. Find it for !

Money? Not a problem!”