Chapter 186 – The Permanent Curse (1/2)

With the Curse of Misfortune attached to them, no one could get an accurate reading on the exact timing of the incidents. For example, in Fatty’s case, it occurred during the most crucial moment of the fight and nearly resulted in killing him.

“Thank God it was just a little slip-up and didn’t redirect my attack toward my teammates,” Fatty said mockingly.

While the other three’s attacks didn’t hit, the Headless Knight didn’t end up too well either. Wheat broke the horse’s leg, which placed a significant limiter on the monster’s movement.

The five began another round. This time, everyone was very cautious, afraid that the Curse of Misfortune would play a trick on them. Finally, taking twice the time needed to kill the Guard of Misfortune, they slew the Headless Knight.

“Not bad, nice exp gain,” Fatty was delighted.

The team spoke with the other teams and found that the rest were farming monsters as well. Everyone’s minds were in sync as they all wanted to reap the most benefit from this difficult-to-enter place.

The entire square was capable of housing up to tens of millions of stone pillars. In addition, inside each of the pillars was sealed a monster. The deeper they walked, the stronger the monsters. Gradually, the five started to feel more and more stressed, even with their strength.

However, the stronger the monsters, the more exp they gave. After farming for ten-odd hours, Fatty and Qian Xiaoqian, whose levels were the lowest, finally leveled up.

“Hurry, I’m almost leveled up as well,” Han Shen said excitedly. It wasn’t every day when they could find an excellent farming place like this.

Originally, Han Shen had been at the same level as Purple Bell. However, he dropped a level after being killed by Fatty, which dragged the distance between the two experts. At this moment, Han Shen was only a sliver away from level 39, while Purple Bell was already marching towards 40.

Despite this, reaching level 40 was easier said than done. From level 20 on, it required several million exp for each level. From level 39 to 40, players needed around six million exp. If they were farming outside now, the leveling speed would be even slower.

“10% more. I’m almost there as well,” Purple Bell sweetly smiled, not the least bit anxious.

……

Finally, covered in a golden halo, Purple Bell successfully reached level 40.

“How many have we killed?” Fatty asked, lazily stretching his back.

“If not 1000, at least 800?” Xiao Jian sat his bottom on the ground; a long time of tedious farming quickly wore a person out.

“How about we go in and see what’s there?” Fatty suggested.

They had paved a center path through the square. As long as they traveled with care, they wouldn’t provoke any more monsters.

“Go, let’s check it out,” Han Shen had soon been itching. If it hadn’t been for the team keeping quiet, he would have gone further into scout it out already.

The five carefully walked along the center of the path. On either side were towering pillars, sealed inside which were monsters at levels of absolute height. If two of them jumped out at once, the team would be powerless.

At the epicenter of the square surrounded by thousands of pillars, stood a towering and vast hall. The entire hall was grayish white, its entrance gate alone was around forty meters high.

The Hall of Misfortune! On the top of the hall hung a huge black signboard with four big letters in beautiful calligraphy that radiated a boundless majestic presence. With a single glance at it, the five could already feel their future being enshrouded in perpetual misfortune.

Over a hundred steps lead to the grand gate, which was sealed shut. The five carefully tread their way up to the entrance. When they looked up the gate at close range, it felt similar to tiny ants looking up at a giant.

Fatty tried to push on the gate, but it didn’t budge at all. It was simply impossible to push it open.

“You guys wait here, I’ll go in and check.”

Since the ground was made of stone, Earthwalk was still possible, and so Fatty Earthwalked his way inside. When he emerged, he couldn’t help but gasp.

In the vast hall was a dense distribution of kneeling people. At the very front of these people was a massive throne, sitting properly upon which was an enormous statue over a hundred meters in height. This statue was letting out with an uncanny, gloomy, and terrifying presence.

The statue was covered in a grayish white smoke. Its right hand held a magic staff, and its left hand grasped a codex. The head drooped a little as if looking down at the people below. However, the eeriest thing was that this statue didn’t have a face; its face was completely empty.

“Hooo…” Fatty slightly exhaled and took one step forward. All of a sudden, the properly sitting statue lifted its head. The grayish white smoke around its body frantically surged.

With a clamor, the kneeling people all turned their heads, and their smoky gray eyes stared fixedly at the emerging Fatty.

“Mindless human, you dare to profane the great Hall of Misfortune!” An imposing voice boomed inside the hall, violently beating Fatty’s eardrums.

“What’s that sound?” The faces of the four outside instantly shifted emotion.

“Fatty, what do you see?” Xiao Jian hurriedly asked.

“I see a statue and many kneeling people,” Fatty hastily retreated until his body was pressed against the entrance gate.

“Whose statue? The God of Misfortune?” Han Shen asked.

“Possibly,” Fatty’s face was ashen. Even someone like him felt his scalp tingle being stared at by many freakish eyes.

“Defiler, your sin is unforgivable. I, Stuland, in the name of the God of Misfortune, condemn you to eternal misfortune.”

The voice rumbled through the hall. Countless billows of grayish white smoke surged at extreme speed and collected together to form a vast face. On the front, two ghastly, sinister eyes looked down at Fatty from above.

Whoosh. The moment the voice stopped, several people nearest to Fatty stood up and crossed the distance with one single step to approach Fatty.

Swish. Fatty quickly brandished the Elemental Sword, wanting to parry their attacks. Unexpectedly, the sword passed right through their bodies without any hindrance, as though he was slicing at the water.

Puff. A person threw themselves on Fatty’s body and vanished without a trace.

Ding.

System Notification: The Spirit of Misfortune has cursed you. Your attack is permanently decreased by 30%.