Chapter 179 – The Curse of Misfortune (1/2)
“Maybe we did overdo it a little? The dude was our guide after all.” East Gate Blowingwind looked genuinely perplexed.
HeadofGod rolled his eyes. “Just now, when we attacked, you weren’t any slower than the rest of us.”
“‘Guide,’ my butt! Acting all arrogant and mysterious, talking a bunch of nonsense! This Lord Fatty can do that too!” Fatty rubbed his leg, and tossed Harvest on Kodeland’s corpse. To his surprise, he got a soul spark. He visibly brightened and felt his ankle hurt a lot less.
“What’s this that’s got you so happy?” Xiao Jian flocked over to him.
“Good stuff. You’ll find out later. This thing is useless to you guys, so I won’t be generous.”
Fatty stowed the soul spark and started sorting out the items on the ground. “There are a Violet, three Gold, and four Silver-tiered items and a lot of other junk,” he summarized for the group after he finished sorting and appraising what needed to be appraised.
Helmet of Misfortune (fake)
Violet equipment
Level Requirement: 50
Defense: 35
INT +20
Passive: Whoever attacks the wearer will have their luck decreased by a percentage for a period of time.
Notes: Part of the Misfortune Equipment Set (fake)
Class Requirement: None
Everyone took turns checking out the helmet before returning it to Fatty’s hands.
East Gate Blowingwind said, “We can put on whatever equipment we can use first. As for the rest, let’s keep them with Fatty for now and split it all after we get out of here. How’s that?”
The biggest problem for any team is not how to fight monsters, but how to split the loot after. If they don’t figure it out first, there’s a high chance it’ll lead to conflict later.
“Agreed.” Everyone nodded in agreement.
Fatty didn’t hesitate and temporarily retrieved the unusable items. Then, he distributed the useful equipment among the players.
There weren’t many items that could be used at the moment. Except for the kinda unique Violet gear, everything Gold and below was just so-so. The better ones only had superior stats and weren’t that special.
Of the two usable Gold items, the leather armor went to TheFugitive, and the other was a scroll. The skill recorded on it was, indeed, the Curse of Misfortune used earlier by the Envoy of Misfortune.
Curse of Misfortune Scroll: Applies AoE curse on enemies within range for one hour. Range is determined by user’s magic stat. Only affects players.
“Bell, you hold this scroll.” Among the players there, Purple Bell’s level and magic stat were the highest. The scroll had the most potential in her hands.
“Attention! Someone is approaching!” Ice Witch, who’d remained silent all the while, abruptly spoke up.
On the map, the twenty red spots, initially very far away, had suddenly closed in by quite a distance and were still approaching Fatty’s team at great speed.
“They best not bear ill intentions toward us, or we won’t let them leave even if they want to.” Jiangdong’s LittleOverlord laughed coldly. He took a step forward, yet suddenly stumbled as he nearly tripped over the bones littering the ground.
“The Curse of Misfortune!” someone exclaimed, and everyone’s faces turned ugly.
“What the f*ck is this skill?” someone blurted in anger. Tripping while just walking normally?! How the heck will we even fight at this point?
“Retreat!” Fatty’s face was ghastly pale. Although they had so many experts, they were actually forced to retreat before the fight even started. Anyone would be upset in such a situation.
Everyone packed up, got on their mounts, then fled for the hills. But, just as they could see the other party’s location, the other way around was true as well: The moment Fatty and his team departed, their pursuers immediately changed direction to follow and also increased speed.
“How bold!” After tripping without reason, Jiangdong’s LittleOverlord’s mood had become dark. “A mere little group of twenty actually has the guts to mess with us. Once this curse passes, I’d like to see just how capable they are.”
“Ah well, Curse of Misfortune… It would’ve been no big deal if we’d had a Divine Sacrificer to straight up dispel it. So, I’ve noticed we’ve made a mistake,” Xiao Jian remarked in the midst of their flight.
“What mistake?” Fatty asked skeptically.
“You see, we have twenty-five people, but more than half are rogues. The rest are warriors and mages; not a single archer, knight, or priest. This is a very unfavorable distribution of classes.”
“No prob! With only this many people, we don’t need priests for healing. If we do, then we’re too useless and should quit right now.”
In the Heavy Hammer Squad, upon seeing twenty-five red spots moving quickly in the other direction, the sexy beauty turned to the leader and asked, “Captain, they’re fleeing?”
“Cowards!” raged the captain, urging his mount to speed up. “Hurry, everyone! Let us kill them all! Until we enter the Paradise of Misfortune, we can allow no other player to remain here.”
“Clearly, they come bearing ill will,” HeadofGod snorted. “Only half an hour until the curse wears off. I’ll beat ‘em up good then for sure!”
Kla-kla-kla-klack! All of a sudden, a huge pile of white bones fell aside, and a massive monster slowly rose from the mound. Although it lay with its stomach on the ground, it was still over seven meters tall. And, with its bone tail wiggling back and forth, it was over ten meters long.
“This is… a Skeletal Dragon! Oh heavens, how have we come across this thing?! Is it the Curse of Misfortune again?” Han Shen wailed.