Chapter 4 – The Furious Rooster (1/2)

Ding.

System Notification: Congratulations. You have reached Level 1.

After half an hour of relentless combat, Fatty finally reached level 1. That was tough…

He added all five of his free stat points from the level up to Dexterity. Why not Strength? Dude, I’m a rogue, have you ever seen rogues not adding stats onto Dexterity? What’s more, my Strength is already higher than some warriors even if I don’t invest any stat points into it.

He then equipped a pair of straw shoes which gave Defense +2. Good, I finally don’t need to wore that pair of shitty shoes around. To be fair, when the hen dropped the straw shoes, Fatty was extremely surprised. This hen is pretty amazing, it actually had a pair of shoes on it. Just where the heck was it hiding them?

Thus, Fatty checked the corpse of the hen over and over for a long time. However, even when the hen disappeared from his hands into raw data, he was still unable to find the hen’s ‘bank’. When the surrounding players saw him refuse to even let the corpse of the hen go, they could only sigh, “People are going mad with poverty now. They aren’t even letting a dead chicken go.”

At that moment, even East Gate BlowingWindstepped away from him instinctively.

“Ugh, being a chicken is truly better than being a person in this era. But this is only made out of straw!?” Fatty gasped. However, that was just Fatty being an idiot. Were straw shoes supposed to be made out of gold?

…

Since the game had already been running a while, more and more people began to log in, causing the number of hens to fall short of the players’ kill demands. Thus, Fatty decided to buy some red and blue pots[1], then go and get rich somewhere.

“Ho? A rooster? This is rare. This is the first one I meet after killing such a large number of hens!” Fatty turned around and saw a huge rooster staring at his back muderously, while the two hens he just killed begun to fade into white light.

The rooster stood fifty centimeters tall and was only just taller than Fatty's knee.

“Wow, you’re pretty amazing,” Fatty prodded the rooster with his wooden sword.

The rooster squawked, then flapped its wings and flew up to an average person’s height, before dashing down towards Fatty. This completely shocked Fatty, so he could only move towards the side, causing the rooster to peck him on the shoulders instead, allowing a blood red “-20” to rise from the top of his head.

“Damn, is this the legendary Boss?” Thinking that, Fatty immediately became filled with energy. He turned around and thrust his wooden sword towards the rooster.

As the rooster was just ending its attack, Fatty successfully pierced his sword into the rooster’s wings, but only a “-5” rose from the rooster’s head.

“F*ck, this is way too hard,” Fatty shrunk back, then quickly retreated. What the hell. -20 vs. -5, and I might not even have as much health as it. Just how the heck am I supposed to beat it?

Retreat when the enemy advance. Fatty changed his approach and lured the rooster towards other players instead. However, perhaps because Fatty had killed way too many hens, the rooster merely focused on him and him alone and disregarded the other players completely. The only time it would even pay attention to the other players was when someone came to attack it, but when that happened, all it did was turn around and easily dispatch the player, before continuing to relentlessly pursue Fatty once again.

Insane! This is seriously insane!

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A strange scene was seen at Beginner’s Village No. 1044239. A fatty ran in the front; followed by a mighty rooster chased after him; which was followed by a group of players who all shouted tough words, but did not dare to get anywhere near the rooster; then finally, a group of squawking hens chased after the players.

“Big Bro, hurry. Kill the boss at the village entrance!”

“Hurry up and get over here. It’ll be stolen by other people if you’re late!”

Some people even called other people over while they chased after the hen.

“Damn it, damn it. F*ck, even a tiger gets bullied by a chicken when it’s down,” Fatty’s temper rose after running around the village a few times. He immediately turned around, and stopped running away, then stared at the rooster.

“A soldier can be killed, but not insulted,” Fatty yelled. However, just when the rooster thought that Fatty was going to man up and fight to the death with it, Fatty turned around and ran back into the village, before turning around once more to stare at the rooster.