205 Who Dares to Take Our Stuff? (1/2)

Roland had always felt it was his duty to make it easier for new Mages to get started on the path of magic.

He intended to give the newcomer some advice, but it turned out that he didn't need to speak at all when he clicked in.

Answers had already been provided by enthusiastic players.

This was a lucky person who got the immersive cabin from a court auction.

It cost over four million.

He'd heard that Mages were powerful, that one big shot had wiped out half the guild and demolished the city gates all by himself, and then he had also especially found the video of this. As expected, he was impressed and filled with excitement.

He asked in the thread how to become a powerful mage like that big shot.

”If you think you have talent, then you can do full intelligence growth with 6 mental power. But I'd still suggest you do 7, 5, 9, 7, 5 balanced type of attribute point allocation. Those who used it have said it's good, it can save you from taking a lot of detours, and it was created by the big shot you speak of, even the data powerhouse O'Neal praised it ceaselessly.”

”Why can't I pick the 10, 6 point allocation? That big shot should have this kind of point allocation.”

”Why? Because there are thousands of Mages and only one Roland.''

”Maybe I can do it too.”

”Hahaha, there are many people who think so, but it turns out there's still only one Roland.”

”Upstairs, just let him try. How will you know how ordinary you are if you don't try!''

Seeing this, Roland closed the thread.

Because he felt a bit embarrassed.

Then, accidentally, he saw another thread.

We Have Established Ourselves on the Outskirts of Sicilia, Comrades Who Are Willing to Overthrow This Rotten World Please Come and Fight With Us.

Roland frowned and clicked into the thread.

The content of the post was all dry. Firstly, they talked about how they had cultivated fertile land in the outer forest of this commercial town and built a lot of cottages, repaired wheat fields, and established a clean water source. Now many NPCs have also been brought into the fold and were being taught what slavery is, what feudalism is, and what advanced productivity concepts are, and so on.

These NPCs were the sparks of the future.

And they needed more players to act as instructors and leaders to grow the organization.

The responses at the bottom of the thread were pretty polarized.

There were lots of supporters and lots of naysayers, about half and half.

”That's pretty interesting, count me in.”

”You're all crazy, it's just a game, what's with starting a reform.”

”One has to have some ideals. There's always something one will go crazy for. I feel like it's fun, I'd like to join.”

”Don't joke about this, a game is a game, don't get so worked up.”

He takes action quickly.

It was just that Roland still didn't like their actions. Productivity and combat power was predominantly advantageous for the nobles as well as the major churches of this world, and there were gods, an existence like a nuclear bomb.

At Falken's funeral, Roland saw angels descending from the sky. It was clear that there were gods in this world.

A reformation, but even the gods would be struck down. Would the latter stand idly by?

Even if they didn't personally come down and just sent a few demigods, there probably wouldn't be many people who could stop them.

Roland was now one of the best combat players himself, and he knew too well how useful high-end fighting ability could be in a battle, or battlefield.

He thought about it and didn't leave a message.

And then he went to look up other threads.

About three hours later, it was dawn.

Roland had breakfast with Kaka on the first floor, then he went to another Archmage's Magic Tower to find an old Mage named Thor.

It turns out… the old Mage wasn't there.

Roland shrugged and left this Magic Tower and returned to the streets, but was surprised to see a black-robed man dragging a little girl along the ground by her hair.

The little girl screamed awfully, and when it got a little louder, the black-robed man immediately turned back and punched her on the head, which Roland heard from a great distance away.