Chapter 208: Guda Sensei! (1/2)

Laybit had wanted to drop by and inform his tribe before heading out again, leading those three fellows who had appeared out of nowhere but who didn’t look like bad guys to the Grayclaw tribe.

But before he could return, he had witnessed his own father being slain.

He immediately lost all rational as his impulse screamed for him to charge the enemy, only to be stopped by Vulcan.

After all, the Players could see levels—and since a Level 5 thrash like Laybit was never going to win against the Level 35 Tigerman Warrior, charging blindly was nothing less than a meaningless death.

That said, the Players did not have to worry about all that either.

If one were to call Edward’s party top Players for averaging above Level 40, Zonyan Grayclaw would be second-tier because of his infamous bad luck that prevented him from getting a party to farm dungeons, which also kept him at Level 38. Still, he was basically mainstream since most other Players remain at that phase.

Vulcan had joined the Church of Games at the same time as Zonyan, but he was just Level 37 because he was kind to newbies and often farmed dungeons with them. On the other hand, Terry and Jom who joined the Church of Games much more recently were actual newbies and therefore were only Level 20.

And at the moment, Zonyan had changed class to Berserker Swordmaster while Vulcan had changed class to Evil Blade Spirit Swordman. Joey himself had reached the level to change class too, but he was too busy helping with the daily quests required for exchanging the Titanic halfway through his class-change class and so remained a Ranger.

In level alone, the Players were clearly a class above, with both Zonyan and Vulcan being superior compared to the Tiger Warrior. They would have an easy time beating him up if he were an ordinary monster.

The problem was that Zonyan could see that the Tigerman was a Saber-Tooth Warrior who had the bloodline legacy of his ancestors—just by observing the battle between him and Laybit’s father without really fighting him. Even if he wasn’t a Boss in the game system, he was an opponent with an elite module.

After all, it would take some effort to defeat an elite beast with a level difference of 3.

“Is that one powerful?” Vulcan asked Zonyan quietly since he wasn’t aware of the unique traits that sets different nonhuman races apart.

“An elite monster if my hunch isn’t wrong. The very-powerful type,” Zonyan replied.

“Are you going to be alright?” Vulcan became worried immediately.

“I’ll keep him busy. You and Joey hurry up with that Graywolfman and then come help—and relax, all Graywolfmen are a little crazy, taunt them and you’ll have an easy time,” Zonyan replied softly.

Zonyan nodded.

It was a common strategy for the Players to have their tank distract the Boss, allowing the others in the party to quickly get rip of the Boss’s minions before rallying to defeat the Boss.

“Be careful. Don’t get killed.”

“You too.”

The pair bumped their fist, understanding each other perfectly.

While the Players did not fear death, they were in the Western Continent which had no Lifestone. In other words, they would be revived in the Eastern Continent even if they had the Ankh of Revival with them when carelessly drop dead. That would also mean they suffered the Titanic’s sinking for nothing, and had to start all over again by exchanging a new boat…