Reincarnated as a bamboo rat, it begins its extreme survival struggle.

Bell was pleased with the figures that kept appearing in the dream. These figures kept appearing and disappearing, but a few figures lingered in the dream for a long time, and their figures began to show traces of gunmen.

The first run of the Dream of Inheritance found several promising talents who could resonate with the legacy of the Gunslinger, and Bell was pleased to see this change.

He withdrew his gaze from the dream and turned his senses toward those who resonated with the dream of inheritance.

With his exceptional mental strength, Bell was able to silently extend his senses to cover most of Huangtan City, since there were few people or objects in the city that could restrict Bell's senses.

Huangtan City is such a wretched place that even the city lord doesn't live there. There are really very few opponents who can interfere with Bell's dream arrangement.

"Two kids, a melee adventurer, and a life skill user—that's interesting."

In the real world at night, two twin brothers, about seven or eight years old, are lying on a bamboo mat, sleeping peacefully.

But Bell could see that the two little ones were engrossed in watching the gunman demonstrate his skills in their dreams, learning from the combat experience of the gun master.

These two kids are at the age where they are laying a solid foundation. With such a good foundation during this period, their path will be much easier when they become professionals in the future.

The two boys come from a fairly well-off family in Huangtan City, with some businesses, enough to support them both to make a name for themselves.

But after watching for a while, Bell turned his gaze away from the two little ones, seeing no possibility of them changing the city.

Another melee adventurer resonated quite well with the gunslinger, but he was purely pursuing martial arts skills. The influence of the will of the dream of inheritance was very light on him, and he did not have a strong desire to change the status quo.

The last life-oriented professional did catch Bell's eye a couple of times, but only a couple of times.

This guy has a happy family, a young and beautiful wife, and a son. As a well-known weaver in Huangtan City, his family is doing quite well.

Although the problem of homeless beggars in Huangtan City is very serious, a city can only function properly if the majority of its population is normal. Homeless people account for only about one-fifteenth of the total population, which is still an extremely alarming figure.

"A weaver can resonate with a gunslinger; it seems this guy was an adventurer in his youth."

Shaking his head, Bell stopped worrying about the dream of inheritance. He hoped to use this dream to change the status quo of Huangtan City, at least to give those who wanted to make a change the power to break through the official and bandit blockade and travel to other cities.

But changing this place, where the social atmosphere was extremely distorted, was not something that could be done overnight. His dream of passing on the legacy lasted for ten years.

"Let's go, Acorn. The atmosphere in this lousy place is too depressing."

The ironwood cart was once again pulled by the earth-eating pigs and continued on the road out of the city.

Bell spent the entire night tinkering with the ability to "create dreams".

Acorn wasn't idle either. He took down at least ten waves of masked bandits who were trying to rob supplies in front of the ironwood cart. If Bell hadn't told him not to kill anyone, there would have been a whole row of people lying outside the inn this morning.

This godforsaken place has a simple and honest folk culture; it's not uncommon to see corpses lying in front of hotels.

Chapter 209 The Weaver Rigo

"Yo, Rigo."

As soon as I opened the shop door, the restaurant owner across the street greeted me warmly.

The street where Rigo lives is relatively safe. Although there are occasional robberies and fights, they are much less common than in other parts of Huangtan City.

As long-time residents of Huangtan City, Rigo and his companions also knew how to protect themselves and avoid dangerous incidents.

For example, Rigo's wife would pull out a large machete from under the counter when someone came to rob the store, and scare away the petty thieves with a sharp look.

Rigo's wife used to be an adventurer. Although she hasn't been doing much adventure since marrying Rigo, her strength hasn't diminished.

Being a good wife and mother is Rigo's personal pursuit, while practicing combat skills and fighting abilities as a warrior is her professional quality.

A woman as capable, strong, and understanding as Rigo's wife is highly praised on this commercial street. When Rigo and his wife go out together, people often say that Rigo is very lucky.

In contrast to Rigo's wife's desire to be a devoted wife and mother, Rigo himself harbored a wild spirit. He often fantasized about adventuring in various dangerous places, fighting against dangerous monsters, or defeating bandits who ruled the mountains.

But beneath his wild exterior, Rigo's real profession is that of a weaver, and a rather skilled one at that.

In a sense, Rigo and his wife were a perfect match, a match made in heaven. He wanted to go on adventures, while she preferred to settle down, sew, cook, and raise their children. But their professions were completely opposite.

Perhaps this is the key reason why Rigo and his wife hit it off in the crowd.

"If we work for another six months, we'll save enough money to move to Cangxing City. It's much safer there than here, and our children can grow up healthy."

"As long as we leave Huangtancheng, our future will be bright."

Rigo chatted with his wife while he organized the goods in his shop, including woven fabrics and clothes ordered by others.

Rigo's wife was soothing their baby in swaddling clothes; babies are known for being unpredictable and fussy.

Rigo and his wife were not frogs in a well who had never left Huangtancheng.

Before Rigo's wife gave birth, her adventure group had explored other dangerous places. After all, the two low-level dangerous places around Huangtan City were not only highly dangerous, but also had shockingly low yields. In many cases, it was better to be well-prepared and go on adventures to more distant dangerous places.

During those long-distance adventures, Rigo was also fortunate enough to go out a few times and see the scenery of several cities, including Azure Star City.

Compared to those cities, Huangtan City is utterly worthless.

Rigo's wife also said that if she hadn't loved Rigo, she would have left Huangtancheng several years ago and never returned.

But now things are better. They have saved a lot of money. Rigo and his wife are ready to leave Huangtan City with their adventure team in six months, when spring turns into summer.

By then, his children were older and able to endure the hardships of travel.

With him

With his wife leading the adventure team, their departure from Huangtan City was relatively easy. Although they had to pay a tax per person when they left, it was still much better than the group of slum dwellers who were stuck in the city and couldn't leave.

"In another six months, things will get better."

Looking at his wife soothing their child, Rigo said he was very happy. He admitted that he had many wild dreams when he was young, and in recent days he had dreamed of wielding a big gun.

But he felt that as time went by and his family settled down, those wild ideas from his youth would drift further and further away from him.

He and his wife are planning to have another child, a daughter, so they can have both a son and a daughter.

Perhaps many years later, when his children grow up, Rigo will allow them to inherit his adventurer's dream, provided they are willing, so that he can happily witness every step of his children's growth.

However, if one's own children do not want to be adventurers, one can teach them weaving skills, thus providing them with a way out.

Picking up the clothesline, Rigo suddenly remembered his recent dream, in which a gaunt old man wielded a large spear with a graceful and elegant posture.

As if guided by some unseen force, Rigo swung the clothesline pole in his hand, thrusting it upwards along a mysterious mark, accurately hitting a clothes rack.

"Wow, that's an interesting move!"

Before Rigo could react, his wife, who was comforting the child, caught a glimpse of the scene out of the corner of her eye and a smile crept onto her lips.

She vaguely saw amazing skills in Rigo, but then she thought she must have been mistaken. After all, her husband would show off from time to time, and she was used to it.

And because of her praise, Rigo's hand, which was poking at the clothes rack, trembled, and the hanging garment slipped off the tip of the clothes rack and landed on Rigo's face.

Rigo, who had just managed to look a little bit handsome, suddenly turned into a comical figure again. In this situation, how could he possibly appear to know how to fight? Rigo's wife has been with him for so many years; how could she not know his background?

"Hehe~ I'm going to deliver clothes to Uncle Das."

With a silly grin, Rigo packed up the clothes he had just taken down. These were clothes that someone had ordered, and Rigo had arranged to deliver them today after they were made.

He stood at the entrance of his shop, waved goodbye to his wife vigorously, and then jogged to his employer's house on the other side of Huangtan City.

Now, Rigo's future is bright, and he seems to have inexhaustible energy when he works.

He ran faster and faster, and for a moment he didn't feel tired at all.

Rigo's breathing did not suddenly become rapid during the run; instead, it rose and fell in a fixed rhythm.

He himself did not feel anything unusual, but the passers-by looked at Rigo running away and had a question mark on their foreheads. The life skills professionals were all wondering why Rigo was running so fast. Had he taken the wrong medicine?

Those adventurers who knew how to fight and train were somewhat bewildered.

They thought to themselves, "Gor's running speed here is probably close to that of a beginner-level warrior. Can a weaver who is not even an intermediate-level one really have such high physical fitness?"

Rigo was oblivious to everyone's questions; his mind had already wandered elsewhere, indulging in his daydreams of becoming a super adventurer.

But what Rigo didn't know was that as he ran, his personal template was constantly shifting, and the gears of fate began to turn around him.

Chapter 210 Profound Enlightenment Comes from Pain

Little did Rigo know that on the morning he was making deliveries, the gears of fate would begin to turn.

The delivery went smoothly. Rigo's fast pace attracted all sorts of attention, but he was lucky today. He didn't encounter any thugs trying to cause trouble or any petty thieves trying to steal from him.

Uncle Das, who had just received the goods, was having a party at his house today. When the new clothes made by Rigo were delivered, Uncle Das was very happy and kept praising them.

With the atmosphere creating a buzz, the guests at the banquet were also impressed by Rigo's craftsmanship. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight people came to Rigo to order clothes. One of the business owners was particularly generous and ordered ten sets of clothes at once.

All of this seemed surreal to Rigo, as if his luck had suddenly turned around.

He walked with light steps, ready to return to the store and share the good news with his wife.

Meanwhile, at the other end of Huangtan City, a man with a thick stubble beard and a group of people engaged in a fight.

The cause of the brawl was unknown to outsiders, but those in the vicinity knew that it was best not to be near this group of people for fear of getting caught up in the fight.

Both sides in the battle were combat-oriented adventurers, and their individual strength was higher than that of most people in Huangtan City.

The man with a thick stubble was chasing after four people all by himself, wielding a wooden stick and stabbing wildly, displaying extremely strong suppressive power.

In terms of rank, the fighters in this brawl are all at the same level. Although their individual attributes differ slightly, they are far from being able to defeat several opponents at once.

The root cause of this situation is the dream Big Beard had last night. In that place of endless yellow sand, he learned a few bits and pieces of marksmanship from a skinny man.

In matches between players of the same skill level, those who know the techniques can easily suppress those who don't.

These guys chased each other along the way, and fights broke out from time to time, overturning many vendors' stalls on both sides of the street.