537 High-Energy Head Aler (1/2)

Naturally, Roland was neither distant nor too close to them. He chatted with them now and then, explaining magic conundrums to the Mage players or talking about lewd topics once in a while.

They could almost be called online friends.

Besides, Roland had taught them lots of stuff. They mostly supported Roland.

ONeal was different from Roland.

Roland was devoted to magic development, but ONeal was focused on both magic studies and socialization, as could be seen from the Mages group he set up.

Therefore, it was completely natural and understandable that Roland wanted to talk to him.

Seeing the question mark that ONeal replied with, Roland sent another message. A lot of people in your group are now capable of Mud to Stone and Stone to Mud, right?

ONeal: Yes. About forty of them can cast that spell now. Its all because of you. In the match, you changed the terrain and secluded the girls in the poisonous circle. Also, you created underground shelters with the two spells earlier, which helped you a lot at the beginning of the match. Besides, you always built houses for rest with the two spells in the previous videos. So, the two spells are what all the players learn nowadays.

So, he was actually the reason?

However, the two spells were truly useful. Even without him setting an example, the Mage players wouldve learned them sooner or later.

Roland sent another message. Forty people should be enough. I have a favor to ask of them! You are the group creator and their future leader. Im sure you can give them a command, right?

ONeal: Were just partners on the same path. It doesnt really matter whether or not Im the group creator or the leader.

Roland smiled, impressed by how smartly ONeal spoke.

Roland: A member of F6 got a territory, but its full of swampland, so I want you to help us turn it into dryland. Of course, you wont be doing it for free. After a city is built in the territory, well give you a ten-acre territory in the business area.

After he sent the message, ONeal was silent for a while.

About ten minutes later, Roland received a message.

ONeal: When can we start?

Roland: Its up to you. The sooner, the better.

ONeal: Tell me the location, well go over soon.

Roland smiled. The wetland to the east of Fezhoasso County.

ONeal: Got it. Well meet again in the game shortly.

Then, ONeals avatar dimmed.

Roland was rather bored.

He barely went to the saber arts club anymore because Qi Shaoqiu was absolutely no match for him now.

He could read the posts on the forum any time he wanted. His spellcasting training in reality had hit a bottleneck too.

His Hand of Magic was slightly bigger than a normal hand, but its grip strength was no more than thirty kilograms, much less than in the game.

As for Inferior Fireball, he could light a cigarette with it, but its effective flight range was still limited to five meters.

It was almost as if that was his upper limit.

Roland was quite angry.

Recently, he had visited all the Buddhist and Daoist temples near the city, but he never found the special energy balls again.

He visited the ancestral hall a couple of times too, when other people were paying tribute, to no avail.

That was a huge disappointment for Roland.

The virtual cabin was so huge that he could easily be discovered if he dragged it out of his home, or he wouldve traveled in the country with the virtual cabin and visited the famous temples to see if he could find anything.

The more he stayed at home, the more bored and depressed he became, so Roland took a public bike and rode around aimlessly on the street.

Then, at the turn of a street, he saw Jin Wenwen, whom he hadnt seen in a long time, walking toward him slowly with her head lowered. Roland saw her, but she didnt see Roland. She seemed rather worried, her face extremely pale.

She had left no good impression on Roland at all, so he simply rode past without greeting her.

He thought that it was just a coincidence. After all, this was a small city, and it was not strange to run into bums now and then.

But as it happened, when Roland was about to go home for lunch after biking for a whole morning, he ran into Jin Wenwen again.

At this moment, Jin Wenwen was sitting on the cement stairs before a storefront. Her face was extremely pale, if not blue.

More importantly, she was covering her mouth with a handkerchief, which had been dyed red by her blood. A corner of it had nearly turned black.

She was coughing, and after each cough, her handkerchief would become redder.

She was extremely feeble and not nearly as mean as before.

Some passersby were around. Someone had called an ambulance. They all asked Jin Wenwen to lean against the wall and take a rest.