Chapter 754 - Unlucky Descent (1/2)

Chapter 754 Unlucky Descent

The open-air balcony on which O’Neal stood was large and built high.

Standing here, one could see almost the entire Wetland City.

Roland stood next to him and asked, “Are you guys afraid that I’ll get in the way, or are you afraid that I’ll… steal your ‘heads’?”

O’Neal smiled as he handed Roland a glass of wine from the nearby tabletop and said, “Try it.”

Hmm?

Though somewhat puzzled, Roland took a sip.

It tasted good, better than any of the wines he had ever had before, and the faint flavor of grapes still lingered in his mouth after the drink went down. “This was made by us players.” O’Neal continued, “This wine has been sold out of Wetland City. Even Urganda has merchants rushing over just to ship the wine.”

Roland was still a little confused. “Why are you telling me this?”

“Do you know how many specialties there are in Wetland City that are well-known outside?” O’Neal asked.

Roland frowned, still shaking his head.

“It shows you’re not grounded… so that’s why we don’t want you to step in,” O’Neal said. “You’re already sitting high above the clouds, distancing us to a point where we can’t even see your tail lights. Although we’re all Legends, we’re not in the same realm. If you and I were commodities, then I am a manufactured mass-produced assembly line cheap good, and you’re a special product with all sorts of lofty features attached. The difference between a Chevrolet Enjoy and a handmade Lamborghini, for example.”

Roland couldn’t help but say, “What does this have to do with your desire to slay the gods?”

“We don’t want someone outside the specs to interfere,” O’Neal said indifferently. “We want to test our strength, test our ideas, to see whether we can achieve the purpose of slaying the gods. But if you come, you can kill the divine clone yourself, so why do you need us.”

Roland understood completely now.

He was too strong for their opponent to want to take him along.

What is this… Generally, aren’t rookies the ones not taken?

Is it wrong to be too strong? In reality, Roland didn’t want to participate, but O’Neal’s attitude of not wanting him to come along was really a bit depressing.

He thought for a moment and asked, “Is the god you are dealing with Life, Magic, or Death?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“Then I have to watch from the sidelines.” Roland smiled. “You should understand why.”

After a moment of silence, O’Neal said, “You don’t trust us!”

“It’s you who don’t trust me,” Roland said indifferently. “I just said, Life, Magic, and Death. As long as it’s not the three of them. I’ll ignore the rest.”

“I promise it’s not the three of them,” O’Neal said seriously, “so you don’t need to get involved.”

“Also, there is the Light.” Roland thought for a moment and said, “Although I don’t know the Goddess of Light, she is my brother Schuck’s boss, and the two of them are extremely close. If she is involved, my brother will definitely fight with you guys, and at that time, I will definitely help him.”

O’Neal sighed in relief. “Don’t worry, it’s not Light either.”

“So that’s it, then?” asked Roland, raising an eyebrow.

O’Neal poured another glass of fruit wine for Roland and then filled up a glass for himself.

He then downed his cup in one gulp and said, “Thank you for being willing to give me face.”

“You’re welcome, you’ve helped me a lot before.”

This was true. In these five years, O’Neal helped Roland perfect a lot of magic node data.

“Here’s to a friendship that lasts!”

“Cheers!”

Both men smiled, but it was clear to both Roland and O’Neal that their friendship and relationship were starting to wane.

From the time Roland built the floating city… from the time O’Neal and others were reluctant to let Roland slay the gods, or rather, from the time Roland was reluctant to spill the secret of the floating city

All of it promised that the two would be estranged.

Or rather, the two were originally not too familiar with each other.

Leaving the players’ Association of Mages, Roland went to have a chat with Betta.

Then he teleported to the floating city. At this time, on the surface of the floating city, there only a lone square-shaped rocky square room, which Roland temporarily made with Mud to Stone.

Then he took to the forums, and posted a thread, hoping that a team that works on infrastructure, as well as real estate, would help him design the plan and layout of the floating city, face to face.

Within three minutes, a dozen messages were sent to him along with their qualifications.

Roland used the internet to research the groups, but none of them seemed very reliable.

It wasn’t that they were incompetent.

They were competent enough, but they all tended to think in terms of business rules.

They were the kind that was better at knowing how to make buildings look good and layouts look beautiful and aesthetically pleasing

What Roland required was something more.

Practicality, seismic resistance, community convenience, and sturdiness—all had to be considered. This was a floating city, and it would surely be a combat weapon in the future, so the buildings had to be sturdy.

Going through the teams and finding none that he liked, he then studied magic and went offline.

As a result, as soon as he went offline and climbed out of the virtual cabin, and before even washing his face, there was a knock on his door.

Roland opened it and found that it was the head of the base.

With dark circles under his eyes, he said helplessly, “If you want to do the planning of the floating city, why are you looking for outsiders? Can’t we do it ourselves?”

Roland froze.

“Do you think our base was built by someone from outside?” the person in charge said in irritation. “We have our own construction team too, and it’s absolutely professional.”

Right… They’ve done a good job with this underground base that seems like a medium-sized city, so how could they not build the layout of the district on the floating city.

Then the two didn’t even eat breakfast and immediately went over to the logistics room.

Although Roland was already a celebrity throughout the base, getting in and out of the security room still required the head of the base to grant permission and he had to speak to the department head of the logistics and security room about it.

After learning Roland’s intention, the head of the security room nodded and said, “It’s okay, we’re all colleagues. There’s no problem helping you with this, but can I make a small request?”

“Go ahead,” Roland agreed immediately.

“Can you send me some of your department’s purified stock solution privately? It doesn’t need to be much-just thirty grams.” The department head looked embarrassed as he pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Roland sized up the other man and noticed that his skin was dry and even a little tanned.

What’s more, the other man had heavy dark circles under his eyes.

“You haven’t used the stock solution?”

After being parsed by the bigwigs in the materials department, the base was now able to produce this life-extending solution in small quantities.

Almost everyone in the base could receive about a hundred grams every month. After they drank it, their life expectancy wouldn’t skyrocket by decades, but at least their body will be much healthier.

And the logistics department head obviously looked like he hadn’t used the stock solution.

“No, it was all used on my father-in-law.” The department head smiled, and the look of helplessness of a middle-aged man wanting to strive harder but his body wouldn’t allow it seeped into the faint smile. “He’s not well. He has liver problems. He can last a few more years with the stock solution, so I gave it all to him. If there was more of the stock solution, he would probably make a full recovery, so I’ve applied to my superiors. But with you, Director Huang, here, that would make things a lot better.”

One hundred grams of the stock solution wasn’t much.

Their department was “wasting” kilogram by kilogram every day.

There was no way around it. If they wanted research to be fruitful, materials couldn’t be spared.