Dragon Tribulation of All Realms

Chapter 338 Role-Playing Ethics
forward.

Crossing through forests and wilderness.

Perception extended in all directions, and the details in the wind gradually appeared before Wu Chen's eyes. And when a withered branch beneath his feet silently snapped, revealing traces of activity in the forest, Wu Chen's adventure reached a small turning point.

It's a hole.

A cave, with torches, roadblocks, and a lazy guard at its edge.

Wu Chen's gaze swept over the guards standing on the outermost edge.

He wore a worn-out military uniform with iron plates embedded in the shoulder straps, and a crudely made hammer lay casually at his feet. His true identity was, of course, quite obvious.

He was a robber.

A bandit group living in the wilderness, with a division of labor and established strongholds.

Wu Chen remembered clearly that at this point in time in the early stages of the first part, there was only one respectable thief group on the outskirts of Lisas City.

And their names are—

"The Infinite Tomorrow Combat Team." Wu Chen uttered this name, which seemed incongruous with a band of thieves. He didn't deliberately lower his voice, but rather made his words and presence known to the band of thieves' sentinels.

He walked out of the woods.

They saw him.

He was tall and strong, with heavy armor. The greatsword he held in one hand reflected a dim blue light, while a strangely colored crystal ball was lightly held in his other palm.

They should have been alarmed.

They should have been able to assess the value of Wu Chen's equipment in an instant, based on their years of plundering experience, and immediately realize the power Wu Chen possessed. However, when they all looked up, their eyes only captured one definite piece of information.

"Adventurer?"

"Aha, a lone adventurer, a wallet delivered to his door."

"Friend, you've gotten lost at the worst possible time."

The standing thief guard picked up the mace from the ground, while his companions behind him picked up swords, shields, and short bows—in their eyes, Wu Chen was only known as an adventurer, and this was clearly the effect Wu Chen could have after confirming his identity as an 'adventurer'.

"Is there such a hidden attribute as reputation points?" he wondered.

His decision was distorting reality and interfering with external perceptions—a novice adventurer would naturally not arouse even the fear of roadside bandits, even if this novice adventurer was carrying a divine weapon.

A soft "whoosh" sounded as it cut through the air.

An arrow, fired from the thief's shortbow, struck the tree behind him the instant he turned his head slightly—and as he raised his greatsword of the night, two other melee thieves charged at him, shouting incoherent slogans.

"Eek—" The first sword severed the hand holding the hammer, and the second sword cut off the screaming head.

"Gurgle—" The third sword tore open the unprotected waist and abdomen, and the fourth sword, in the instant of passing each other, slashed fiercely at the bandit archer holding the bow, its blood stains flying.

"...What ninja assassination?"

Blood-red blades of energy slashed through the air, striking the bandit archer in the chest. As he collapsed to the ground, words of resentment struggled to escape his throat.

"This great one was actually defeated by a mere adventurer—"

Even in death, his eyes remained filled with defiance. The interference of perception, even in his death, could not be shaken.

Not bad.

The desire to play the role was satisfied.

So, based on this—

—Should I plunder them to be considered a proper novice adventurer?
Wu Chen pondered for a moment, then walked to the blood-stained corpses—the cave's interior was clearly unaware of the commotion outside, but the equipment worn by the three thieves who had been killed was far too worn out. The Valery Steel Armor as starting equipment… was still a bit too overpowered. Oh well, consider it a deluxe bonus that newbies occasionally buy when starting out.

but……

Wu Chen reached out and took a small bag from the best-equipped bandit. Dozens of coins appeared in his hand, along with a square ointment that emitted a foul odor.

"Worldly Color Cancer?" Even if he had actually touched such a thing, Wu Chen couldn't figure out why a recovery medicine in this world would have such a name. It was supposedly some kind of old joke, but unfortunately, he couldn't understand it at all.

That's okay.

It's like how he knew absolutely nothing about ninja assassins, but could still pick up on the related jokes through casual chatter. He casually pocketed his loot and then strode lightly deeper into the cave.

I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time.

I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time.

It's been a long time since I've revisited old jokes or scattered my attention around various things while doing something.

Is it because the debts with friends have finally been settled, so that you are now debt-free and carefree?

Or……

A thief blocked the only way forward—

"How did adventurers end up here... Damn it, have the guards already been killed?"

He threw a throwing knife.

Wu Chen caught the blade, missing the poisoned edge, and gripped the hilt. In the next instant, amidst the resentment in the opponent's eyes, he returned the blow to the thrower's neck.

Another body fell to the ground.

Another dozen or so coins were added to the account.

Wu Chen walked past him, taking a few throwing knives with him. Then, in the next open area, they made their home in the necks, eyes, or chests of several thieves.

The air finally took on a somber, oppressive feel.

The last thief seized an opportunity and sounded an alarm. Soon, many thieves hiding in the cave rushed over with their weapons, only to fall in droves under Wu Chen's casual slashing.

One after another, they charged forward, none yielding.

Even though his companions died one after another under Wu Chen's sword, in their eyes, Wu Chen, as a novice adventurer, remained as weak as ever.

Should I adjust my identity strength?

Wu Chen thought for a moment, then casually parried a powerful blow from a tall, burly man. Then, as their bodies crossed paths, he delivered a vicious horizontal slash to the man's waist and abdomen.

"My Lord Mulala actually..." The burly man clutched his stomach and collapsed, his large battle axe falling to the ground. Few of the surviving bandits remained in the cave. Wu Chen also felt he might need to slightly adjust his course of action...

'Clang—' Another throwing knife.

Wu Chen didn't move or block, but let the throwing knife, which wasn't originally aimed at him, hit the wall behind him. His gaze then shifted slightly, and he saw a rather uniquely dressed female thief appear at the end of the road.

She was a woman dressed very provocatively, similar to the hapless Shuten-dōji, with long purple hair tied in twin ponytails cascading down her back. She stared intently at Wu Chen, her brows furrowed, her eyes filled with confusion and bewilderment.

"You...give me a strange feeling."

"……Who are you?"

It seems there is no need for adjustment.

(End of this chapter)