A Comprehensive Network: An Endless Adventure Begins as a Wanderer

After leaving the arena, Cheng Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

Thirty-seven consecutive wins completely exhausted him, especially after the Paladin player dealt him a severe blow at the end.

However, it was also quite fruitful.

Through continuous battles and strategic maneuvering, Cheng Yi rapidly integrated his own combat methods and systems.

Thirty-seven opponents, all kinds of opponents.

Warriors, Rangers, Mages, Priests, Barbarians, and Paladins each have their own unique fighting styles.

Some are reckless, some are cowardly, some are despicable, and some are upright and honorable.

As for the others?

Do you have any PVP experience?

Cheng Yi slumped on the sofa and browsed online forums for a while.

After having a serious discussion (or just chatting) with the forum members about some academic issues, Cheng Yi felt his energy gradually returning.

He glanced hesitantly at the daily dungeon that would refresh in 50 minutes, but decided to start the raid first.

[Use a copy of the invitation: The soaked SOS message]

"Yes."

[Matching teammates... Match successful, teleporting...]

A wave of dizziness washed over me. All the sounds around me became blurry, distant, and then completely disappeared, as if they had been soaked in water.

A feeling of temporal and spatial dislocation came from my heart.

When Cheng Yi opened his eyes again, he was standing on a dock.

The sea breeze was salty and fishy, ​​the sky was overcast, and a dozen ships were moored on the dock. Sailors leaned against the mooring bollards, dozing off, their snores mingling with the sound of the waves.

There were three players standing next to him.

The first one is a Red Dragonborn, a little over two meters tall, with dark red scales that gleamed dimly in the hazy light.

He wore a flamboyant bard's coat, the collar open, revealing the scales on his chest. A lute, its body carved with vine patterns, hung at his waist. He was carefully wrapping bandages around his hands, tightening them with each turn.

The poet noticed Cheng Yi looking him up and down and whistled.

"Dude, you look pretty cool in that outfit."

One was a female beastman. Her body was covered in uneven light gray fur, and she wore a silver-white plate armor with a full moon emblem engraved on her chest.

She stood at the edge of the pier from the very beginning, arms crossed, gazing calmly at the distant sea, motionless, like a statue.

She turned around only when she heard the poet whistling.

The third was a human dressed as a priest, wearing a dark green robe and a wooden oak emblem hanging on his chest.

He squatted by the dock, reached out and touched the seawater, then stood up and shook the water off his hands.

Just call me Cheng.

Cheng Yi spoke first.

"A wanderer."

The Crimson Dragonborn nodded, a hint of curiosity flashing in his golden vertical pupils.

"Ignacz, the bard."

He patted the lute at his waist, and the strings produced a deep, resonant sound.

"Alice, the Holy Knight of the Moon Maiden." The beastman nodded as well.

"Karen, the pastor of the Father of Oaks." The pastor nodded slightly to him.

The four of them exchanged glances.

"How about we grab a drink first? We have plenty of time in this special instance anyway..."

The poet gestured towards the tavern not far away.

Everyone agreed.

The tavern was at the end of the cobblestone street, a hundred yards away.

A faded wooden plaque with an anchor carved on it hangs above the door.

Ignac walked in front, and the bell on the door rang as he pushed it open.

The tavern was small, with a few oak tables scattered around, their surfaces pitted and scarred by the sea breeze, and marked with round marks left by the bottoms of wine glasses. The fire in the fireplace burned brightly, warming the whole room.

Ignacz plopped down in front of the bar, making the stool creak under his weight.

He leaned his lute against the bar and said to the bartender, "A hot Carinthian red wine, please."

The bartender was a dwarf with two braids that hung down to his chest. He glanced at Ignatius.

"Red Dragon Descendant?"

"What's wrong?"

"It's quite rare; I haven't seen a Dragonborn in a long time."

The bartender pulled a glass from under the bar, placed it in front of Ignaz, and poured him a drink.

"There's nothing hot here. This is a dock; we're lucky if we can even get red wine."

Ignac didn't mind, raised his glass, took a sip, and wiped his mouth.

"Let me tell you, last time I was in Sham Shui Po, a wealthy lady listened to my song and threw a string of pearl necklace right at my feet."

"And then?" Cheng Yi asked casually, leaning against the bar.

"Then I picked it up and gave it back to her. I said, 'Madam, my singing isn't measured in pearls.'"

"What did she say?"

She said, "So what do you want?" I said, "Another drink."

Ignacz raised his glass and took another sip.

Alice stood by the window and spoke calmly.

"Everyone, there's plenty of time for casual conversation later. Let's talk about this special instance first. My instance mission is to resolve the issue of the blocked flight path."

"Based on the dungeon description, Howling Lighthouse is the most likely location for the boss of this dungeon."

"Could it be a sea monster?"

Seeing this, Cheng Yi took out Lucian's letter of distress from his backpack and spread it out on the table.

"This is my copy invitation, with some additional information."

"Lucian, a marine creature..."

"Oh my god, the first thing I think of when I think of ocean villains is those messy fish-men."

"However, how we get to the Howling Lighthouse is a problem. There isn't a single ship sailing out of the whole town right now."

Upon hearing this, the bard drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

"Don't worry, I came prepared."

He shook a commission form in his hand.

It seems this is the copy of the invitation that Ignatius possesses.

The doorbell rang again.

A woman walked in. She had dark skin, a strong build, and golden hair braided, with the braids hanging down from under her tricorn hat and draped over her shoulders.

She was wearing a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows and the collar open, revealing her collarbone. She was carrying a wooden bucket, which was half-filled with something unidentifiable.

She placed the wooden bucket on the ground, dusted off her hands, and glanced at the four people.

"I am Shara Coppertree," she said. "Are you the ones who accepted the lighthouse commission?"

"Yes." The bard smiled.

"Just to be on the safe side, I'll repeat the details of the request again."

"Mr. Benji Frogsui has commissioned an investigation into his missing merchant ship, the 'Emerald Lion,' which was last spotted near the Skylight. He is worried about rumors of sea monsters and will offer a generous reward to each crew member if the team can safely bring him, his young son Ralph, and the cargo back."

"As an intermediary, I will provide my ship, the Annabelle Lee."

"Let's go, there's no time to lose."

After saying that, she turned and walked towards the edge of the dock.

But when the group arrived at Annabelle Lee, two men blocked their way.

A tall, hunchbacked man with a scar across his nose that splits the bridge of his nose in two, wearing a tattered leather armor, with a curved sword hanging from his belt. The scabbard was inlaid with a fake gemstone, half of which was missing.

The other was an orc with shiny, neatly combed hair, wearing a clean white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his muscular forearms.

"You owe us, Shara!" said the tall, hunchbacked man, his voice rough and hoarse with a heavy accent. "Your boat is ours now!"

Shara put down the barrel and leaned it against the gunwale.

"Gaisber, Nino, you haven't paid me back for the dice you lost, and now you're trying to steal my ship?"

"You cheated!" said Nino, the orc, in a low, slow voice, as if he were enunciating each word.

Do you have any evidence?

The two pirates exchanged a glance. Gasper placed his hand on his scimitar, while Nino reached for his waist.

Cheng Yi frowned, about to make a move, when he saw Karen take a step forward.

He raised the emblem on his chest, the oak emblem gleaming dimly in the grey light. A soft light emanated from his palm, enveloping an area of ​​twenty feet around him.

"Alright everyone, can you tell me what happened?"