Chapter 137: Shoot Me (2/2)

Although the Eyeballs could be exchanged for rewards, said rewards were either useless or came with side effects. Even the strengthening stone redeemable was lesser-grade, making eyeballs the most rubbish of item drops.

Be that as it may, Xi Wei had already expected such a situation. In a great gesture of compassion, he had set a trade between item drops: 5 fishman eyeballs for 1 fishman gills and 5 fishman gills for one fishman spikefin. Still, in reverse it meant that 1 spikefin drop equals to 25 eyeballs, which would have been so efficient…

“Unlucky, so unlucky.” Another Player who had watched Joey as he started to fish out the items drop could not help but sigh. “Why, though? Have you been partying with someone else before this?”

“Vulcan and Zonyan led us for one clearing of the Living Dead Cellar.”

“I see.” The Player immediately put on a ‘Hoho, you’re finished’ face. “No wonder this is happening to you. You’re a brave one, kiddo, to party up with the Black Hand…”

“Are you joking? I’m super brave.”

Joey shot back as he continued to fish out eyeballs, being not one to believe in superstition.

That was when the other Players on the beach erupted into an uproar.

“What’s happening?” Joey asked, curious.

“Not sure. Maybe the boat can be exchanged now, and Players could go directly to Fishfolk Island for monster farming.” The Player appeared eager too, as if he was going to gouge out the eyes of every Fishmen he could reach.

Regardless, being curious (or joining any action) was human nature. As such, Joey and the other Player got on the beach after fishing out the last eyeball and headed towards the bustling crowd to see what was actually happening.

But before they could clearly see what all the fuss was all about, Joey’s eyes sharply noticed the flustered duo of Jom and Terry who were being surrounded by the crowd.

It was the first time Joey had laid eyes on them after he became a convert of the God of Games and they parted ways.

They were looking disheveled at the moment, with snowflakes sticking on their face and some blue goo spread all their body, which could well be melted snow or something else.

Joey remembered what Vulcan told him about the youths then: they had accidentally lost the chocobos they had contracted with as they led the Players in culling the Barren Giant and were being blamed by some of those Players.

Seeing that things weren’t looking right, Joey ignored the fact that he was a newbie who hadn’t even reached Level 10 as he squeezed his way through the crowd and

“Who are you?!” One Player asked indignantly.

“I’m their daddy!” Joey replied as if justice was on his side.

Then, he was backstabbed and tripped over by Terry and Jom from behind, both of whom looked upset.

After a good beating, Joey only realized then that the person who the Players were surrounding wasn’t Terry and Jom, but the gray dwarf who was too short and was therefore completely blocked from sight.

“Uh…” Ironfelt the gray dwarf stared at the pack of Players and, remembering what he experienced, asked Jom quietly. “Are all the Players of the God of Games that crazy?”