Chapter 486 (1/2)

Peerless Master

By that time, Wu Shun had been streaming for almost twenty continuous hours. The only thing that kept him going was instant noodles. His viewers could not deny that he was truly passionate about his games

He was the first to start streaming this brand new Tale of Wuxia 3 DLC, and had not logged out even once. This also meant that he had the furthest progress thus far. His skills may be atrocious, but he fought through all those hurdles with sheer, dogged persistence. Bosses gave him pause, but only momentarily. Nothing had stopped him dead in his tracks, yet.

In this game, mobs sometimes posed a greater threat than bosses. Wu Shun found himself repeatedly getting surrounded and mauled to death by numbers. It was depressing and embarrassing!

His carelessness had once again led to him being surrounded by a bunch of poisonous desert scorpions. To make matters worse, these critters coordinated their attacks in near-perfect unison. They came in melee and ranged variations, and even knew how to flank and surround their enemies. They would even temporarily fall back whenever their HPs fell below a certain line, only to be replaced by healthier mobs

These mobs were the ones to look out for whenever you roamed about in the outskirts of the Kingdom of Zhao. The Kingdom of Zhao was highly known for its many deserts. It gave the studio reason to produce majestic, awe-inspiring scenes. The capital of the Kingdom of Zhao was relatively prosperous, although it was still incomparable to those truly affluent countries within the base game.

Wu Shun knew very well that his complacency had led to his latest predicament. His shell finally broke, and he almost turned into a weary, different person in the blink of an eye. He spoke feebly into the camera, “I’m so depressed. It looks like I’m going to die again this time. These mobs are crazy, swarming upon you in no time. They’re probably tougher to deal with than the boss. I just feel like giving up right now!”

It was not only his spirit that was near breaking point. He had been playing the game for such a long duration. He had already waded, thigh-deep through various sidequests. He was physically exhausted as well. Many of the sidequest had also ended tragically. The darkness and heavy cloak of the world came upon him all at once, smothering him, the optimism and spirit that once held them back withering into dust.

Of course, he had his moments of respite and reprieve as each boss finally went down. Even so, the loneliness and despair never truly went away. They piled up, choking the light out of his spirit. If his viewers had not consistently reminded him of their presence with their chain comments in the bullet curtain, he might have snapped altogether.

At such a moment, the darkest night would only make the dimmest of lights dazzling. The game needed to throw him a bone for once

He almost chuckled at that thought. This world was rutheless. It was filled with selfish, self-serving denizens. Even lowly peasants often attempted to scheme against paladins like him, for paladins were a necessary evil to them.

The lawless world was big, yet it could provide no home for him.

This often drove him into bouts of rage and disillusionment. He would sometimes vent it out by slaughtering entire villages.

He had power of the world!