Chapter 537 - High-Energy Head Alert (1/2)

Chapter 537 High-Energy Head Alert

The group that Roland was in was exclusively made of Mages.

Naturally, Roland was neither distant nor too close to them. He chatted with them now and then, explaining magic conundrums to the Mage players or talking about lewd topics once in a while.

They could almost be called online friends.

Besides, Roland had taught them lots of stuff. They mostly supported Roland.

O’Neal was different from Roland.

Roland was devoted to magic development, but O’Neal was focused on both magic studies and socialization, as could be seen from the Mages’ group he set up.

Therefore, it was completely natural and understandable that Roland wanted to talk to him.

Seeing the question mark that O’Neal replied with, Roland sent another message. “A lot of people in your group are now capable of Mud to Stone and Stone to Mud, right?”

O’Neal: “Yes. About forty of them can cast that spell now. It’s all because of you. In the match, you changed the terrain and secluded the girls in the poisonous circle. Also, you created underground shelters with the two spells earlier, which helped you a lot at the beginning of the match. Besides, you always built houses for rest with the two spells in the previous videos. So, the two spells are what all the players learn nowadays.”

So, he was actually the reason?

However, the two spells were truly useful. Even without him setting an example, the Mage players would’ve learned them sooner or later.

Roland sent another message. “Forty people should be enough. I have a favor to ask of them! You are the group creator and their future leader. I’m sure you can give them a command, right?”

O’Neal: “We’re just partners on the same path. It doesn’t really matter whether or not I’m the group creator or the leader.”

Roland smiled, impressed by how smartly O’Neal spoke.

Roland: “A member of F6 got a territory, but it’s full of swampland, so I want you to help us turn it into dryland. Of course, you won’t be doing it for free. After a city is built in the territory, we’ll give you a ten-acre territory in the business area.”

After he sent the message, O’Neal was silent for a while.

About ten minutes later, Roland received a message.

O’Neal: “When can we start?”

Roland: “It’s up to you. The sooner, the better.”

O’Neal: “Tell me the location, we’ll go over soon.”

Roland smiled. “The wetland to the east of Fezhoa.s.so County.”

O’Neal: “Got it. We’ll meet again in the game shortly.”

Then, O’Neal’s avatar dimmed.

Roland was rather bored.

He barely went to the saber arts club anymore because Qi Shaoqiu was absolutely no match for him now.

However, he did go there once in a while and practiced with his friends to help them “improve,” while actually he had fun beating up his friends. If he didn’t go to the saber arts club, there wasn’t much he could do during the day.

He could read the posts on the forum any time he wanted. His spellcasting training in reality had hit a bottleneck too.

His Hand of Magic was slightly bigger than a normal hand, but its grip strength was no more than thirty kilograms, much less than in the game.

As for Inferior Fireball, he could light a cigarette with it, but its effective flight range was still limited to five meters.

It was almost as if that was his upper limit.

Roland was quite angry.

Recently, he had visited all the Buddhist and Daoist temples near the city, but he never found the special energy b.a.l.l.s again.

He visited the ancestral hall a couple of times too, when other people were paying tribute, to no avail.

That was a huge disappointment for Roland.

The virtual cabin was so huge that he could easily be discovered if he dragged it out of his home, or he would’ve traveled in the country with the virtual cabin and visited the famous temples to see if he could find anything.

The more he stayed at home, the more bored and depressed he became, so Roland took a public bike and rode around aimlessly on the street.

Then, at the turn of a street, he saw Jin Wenwen, whom he hadn’t seen in a long time, walking toward him slowly with her head lowered. Roland saw her, but she didn’t see Roland. She seemed rather worried, her face extremely pale.

She had left no good impression on Roland at all, so he simply rode past without greeting her.

He thought that it was just a coincidence. After all, this was a small city, and it was not strange to run into b.u.ms now and then.

But as it happened, when Roland was about to go home for lunch after biking for a whole morning, he ran into Jin Wenwen again.

At this moment, Jin Wenwen was sitting on the cement stairs before a storefront. Her face was extremely pale, if not blue.

More importantly, she was covering her mouth with a handkerchief, which had been dyed red by her blood. A corner of it had nearly turned black.

She was coughing, and after each cough, her handkerchief would become redder.

She was extremely feeble and not nearly as mean as before.