Chapter 9 (1/2)

Translator: Atlas Studios

Editor: Atlas Studios

In the Chaotic Era, there were only a few things that could instantaneously regenerate a player. Besides the Priest’s Heal, the Prophet’s Healing Totem, the Paladin’s Grace Cleansing, the Death Knight’s Essence of Blight, and the Dark Mage’s Mist of Wailing, which targeted crowd healing, nobody else could produce an instant regeneration effect.

In other words, there was no Regeneration Potion for the players to use. The effects of all potions were meant to sustain regeneration. It was very slow, and the effect would be interrupted if one suffered an attack!

Generally, if there was no HP or mana, the players would either slowly regenerate through their own regeneration speed or only sit back and use food and water to regenerate. Later, some potions could be used in combat. Of course, these potions were all the same and would be interrupted as soon as one was attacked.

Fatty had chosen these four parties to kill-steal monsters from with a purpose. These four parties had a common feature: They didn’t have a magic class. They were a party of Berserkers, Shield Warriors, and Death Knights. The leveling efficiency in the early stage was indeed very high, but everyone knew that non-magic classes had a pitiful amount of mana…

After the creation of each player’s character, there would be 10 stat points in total. Based on the different classes, the distribution was also different. Most of the initial points of magic classes were allocated to Spirit and Intelligence. Thus, they had more mana after being spawned. On the other hand, melee classes allocated more to Strength and Constitution, while their Intelligence… was pitifully limited.

Fatty had played the Berserker in the past. In the beginning, he’d only had 18 mana. The first skill learned by the newcomers had a higher mana consumption than the Venomancer’s skill. Even if all the members of the party on the left were at level two, their mana would at most be a little more than 24 points. After using two skills, it would be more or less exhausted…

It could be said that in addition to knowing how to find monsters and hatred, the most important thing the melee classes in the Chaotic Era could learn was how to control the use of their skills.

After completing the novice quests, Fatty only got a loaf of bread and a bag of spring water. He was sure that the same applied to everyone else. Under the poorer conditions of the early stages, nobody would be willing to use these two regeneration sources. For the melee classes in the early stages, it would be best to use a normal attack to level up. When they reached the fifth or sixth level and had more mana, they should then consider using their skills. This was the most sensible choice.

The bunch of fools before him had actually used their skills to kill-steal against him. Weren’t they foolish?

Great. Now they didn’t have any more mana, so they could only rely on their normal attacks to kill the monsters, which was akin to returning to square one. Fatty was eyeing them covetously and keeping watch from the side, so he was definitely going to kill-steal…

When the players of the other three parties realized this, they didn’t know what to do for a moment.

If they continued killing, knowing that they had attacked the Poisonous Scorpion to half of its HP and half of their EXP would be distributed away by that Venomancer’s attack, who would resign themselves to that? However, if they were to stop killing, it would be time to rush levels now. Nobody wanted to fall behind by even a step.

Four of the parties that had been kill-stolen stopped acting. They looked at each other, hoping that the other party would come up with an idea to no avail.

Upon seeing this situation, Fatty, who was sitting in front of the controller, blinked and said, “Alright. If you guys are not going to kill, I will!”

By controlling his character, he raised his hand to release the Miasma attack, which landed on a Poisonous Scorpion that nobody had bothered.

When that Poisonous Scorpion suffered the attack, it turned its head and ran toward Fatty. It raised its pincers, wanting to release an attack.

However, in front of the controller, Fatty’s fingers jumped quickly on the virtual keyboard twice, while the character controlled by him took a step backward in an instant.

“Miss!” Attack ineffective!

“Huh?” The players of the four parties had originally wanted to see how Fatty was going to make a fool out of himself, as everyone knew that magic classes had very low HP. Fatty’s Venomancer was alone, so no one was helping him to fight the monster. Even if he could kill the monster alone, he wouldn’t last very long. He would be losing HP severely and he would have to sit down to regenerate. However, unexpectedly, when Fatty took a step back, the Poisonous Scorpion’s first attack failed.

“Probably luck, right? I’m afraid it just happened to be an attack mistake…” A bunch of people had that thought.

However, after they saw the Poisonous Scorpion chase him and once again perk up its pincers while Fatty’s character only took a step back that caused the attack to fail, everyone knew that something was amiss.

“What’s going on?” The players glanced at each other in dismay, feeling puzzled.