Chapter 11 – Python (1/2)
Fatty searched around for a while longer. When he confirmed that nothing else remained in the hole, he rubbed his hands together, then raised the pickaxe above his head with both hands and swung down.
Ding.
A piece of gold was dug out with a ray of golden light. The rabbit hole also disappeared, leaving behind only the traces of Fatty’s digging.
Fatty took a look at the mission board. “The Fields’ Danger” had already been completed. He patted the dirt on his body, then smiled mysteriously to the players watching him, then slowly climbed back onto the fields.
“His attack is so high,” East Gate BlowingWind exclaimed. He saw that Fatty, who was a rogue, managed to kill a hare in three hits, but when he thought about himself… He looked helplessly at the standard weapon sold at the village’s weapon shop in his hand, and blocked off the attack of a hare as he held a potion with his other.
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“Hero, thank you for your kind help. Otherwise, the fields would have been destroyed by the hares, and the entire village would starve. Allow me to offer you our sincerest gratitude on the behalf of the entire village.” The moment Fatty returned to the farmer, the latter grabbed his hand tearfully before Fatty could even say anything.
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“Let go. Let go! If you don’t let go, then I’ll bite you!” Fatty struggled, and when he finally managed to free his hand from the farmer’s grasp, he looked at the farmer. “What? Do you think that you don’t need to give me anything just because you said a few words of thanks? F*ck, do you know how the rabbit king died?”
The farmer chuckled and waved. A ray of white light shone on Fatty, and leveled him up once more.
Ding.
System Notification: Congratulations. You have completed “The Fields’ Danger”. +5000 Experience, +50 Reputation. “Wind of the Fields” has been added to your inventory.
A hat made out of rabbit fur had entered Fatty’s bag.
Ding.
System Notification: Congratulations. You have reached level 7.
I finally leveled up. Fatty thought sadly. It took so long to level up even though I was killing creeps above my level. This game really isn’t just a little difficult. If this were any other game, then I might have already gotten my first class enhancement.
But I’m finally Level 7. I can pretty much go and complete the other mission now.
Fatty still had a herb-harvesting mission to finish. If he was unable to complete it in three days, then he would lose a huge chunk of his experience.
“Hero, I still have a small request. I wonder if you can fulfill it?” The farmer spoke once more.
“What is it? Tell me,” Fatty scoffed.
“Although you managed to chase away the hares and thus resolved the fields’ danger, but since too many crops have been ruined by the hares, we will not be able to get enough food this year. I wonder if you are willing to help us hunt some wolves so that we have enough food to last the winter?”
Ding.
System Notification: Would you like to accept the mission “Preparing Food Reserves”?
Of course. Fatty accepted the mission without any hesitation.
Ding.
System Notification: You have accepted the mission “Preparing Food Reserves”.
Mission Details; Head towards the Blackthorn Woods, kill a hundred wolves. Collect 100 pieces of wolf meat and turn it in to the farmer.
I can do this along with the herb harvesting mission.
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Fatty walked along the fields, then saw a forest. That was the famous Blackthorn Woods. Since all of the monsters within the forest were Level 8 or above, no players were actually farming there yet.
“White Cogon Root?” Fatty bent down and used Appraisal on anything that looked slightly strange.
After a few random tries, a White Cogon Root finally appeared.
White Cogon Root
Mission item
He immediately pulled it up and took a look. Tsk, isn’t it just a weed.
He casually placed it into his bag. Now that he had a sample to go by, everything was a lot simpler.
Since the White Cogon Root did spread out rather evenly, he was able to collect several tens of White Cogon Roots very soon.
Just as he was feeling happy…
Sssss.
A black figure leaped out of a nearby tree. Fatty looked up, and slanted his body backwards by forty-five degrees, causing the figure to slide past the top of his nose.
A sickening stench entered his nostrils.
“Motherf*cker, I knew something was wrong!”
Fatty took two steps back, and saw a python coiled around a huge tree. It was as thick as a normal person’s wrist, and stared at Fatty with its cold eyes as it hissed.
Fatty used Appraisal.
Python
Level: 9
Attack: 50 – 65
Defense: 35
HP: 500
Skill(s):
Poison Fang – Bites the enemy and poisons them, dealing 10 damage per second for 45 seconds.
Since there was a mob, there must be a boss. That was common sense to any players in Eternal. Therefore, Fatty couldn’t be more excited. From now on, Lord Fatty should change my own name to Professional Boss-seeker.
Hiss.
The python hissed at Fatty as it slithered around.
Fatty touched his dagger, and made a rough estimate. Damn, I can’t reach it. I can’t exactly climb onto the tree either. That’s his turf. I’m not fighting him in a location he determined.
He continued to glare at the python. After a moment of thought, Fatty decided to ignore it and continue harvesting the needed herbs. However, even though Fatty decided to do that, the python did not want to just let Fatty go.
Whoosh. The moment Fatty looked down, the python struck. It threw itself at Fatty’s neck.
“Ha, I knew you were a creep.”
Fatty suddenly turned around at the critical moment and slanted his body, letting the python’s attack pass by him. Then, he reached out like a striking snake with his right hand, and grabbed hold of the python’s “neck”, and stabbed down towards the python’s mouth. Once, twice, and three times.
-120
-111
-100
Whoosh. The python’s health had instantly dropped by a huge chunk as three blood red numbers floated up. Due to Fatty attacking the snake in its weak point, he was able to shave off three hundred something HP from the python even with a really low attack weapon like Rooster’s Beak.