Dark Eldar

Nobody wants to grow up, but that's unrealistic. —Otherworldly Rules 511788

Ludar exchanged a full 300G for a card worth 600 points from the "mysterious man," equivalent to six months of "virtual time." Ludar felt that was enough; he dreamed of winning more battles as soon as possible, completing this tedious "series of quests," and returning to the other world to be completely "free."

When the transaction concluded, Ludar became suspicious and invited the other party's friend, but was politely declined. ...Outland's Kevingani suffers from a severe shortage of metal resources, making every "smuggler" there extremely "cautious," fearing being targeted by "Order." (In principle, gold coins and game cards cannot be traded. Unbound goods, however, are often driven by demand...Order can only turn a blind eye. Control is relatively strict in Kevingani because the level 2 map's barrenness has reached a state of "scarcity." It remains a "mystery"—no one knows why this is the case. While the level 2 market has low fees and low barriers to entry, everyone's weapons and equipment...)

Kevin Garnier's events are independent and have no impact on anyone except Ludar and his newly acquainted "smuggler." (Solo storyline)

"Sincere communication" is one of Ludal's strengths in military skills. (Initial attribute)

"Friend, have a seat. There's a tavern nearby (neutral). What's there to be afraid of? We might become long-term partners..." It's hard to refuse such a soft and inviting invitation from Ludar.

The mysterious smuggler, a member of the Ghost Clan, had the same level 50 ID as Ludar—a "casual player" (not a VIP). Seeing Ludar's improved condition after recharging, and noticing his high "hidden rank," he carefully considered the matter but ultimately succumbed to the temptation and "accepted." However, as a member of the Ghost Clan, this action carried its own risks.

"Pamela Bar" is located in a small town (7553215) on the edge of the main city of Kevengani, in the Kingdom of Pamela (the border of the native dwarf tribe), a territory coveted by the Dark army. Given the current size and strength of the Dark army, attacking Kevengani's main city is unrealistic. A few powerful generals alone are insufficient; a strong legion is also necessary. History is replete with examples of battles where ants devour elephants.

"Two glasses of fine rum, please!" Ludar called out generously to the bartender.

"OK, it's a pleasure to serve you, great traveler!" The bartender at the neutral tavern (level 39 orc) is very good at reading the room. They've seen it all and can tell a thing or two from a glance.

"Mr. Lu, I appreciate your kindness, but I don't understand why someone as powerful as you would stay in Kevin Garni. Wouldn't it be better to go to another world?" the demon smuggler asked, taking a sip of rum.

"You don't know this, but I believe that you are quite capable of smuggling game cards. Aren't you also wandering the world?"

"Ludar had encountered many smugglers in the other world, but in Kevin Garnier, this was his first time encountering Oni smugglers. Since they arrived, things were alright at first in Gludin, but then it became a constant battle! They've already incurred the wrath of the Oni. (High hatred levels, between races and armies; hatred between races is often unrelated to personal trade. If racial hatred affected everyone, the world would have long since become a sea of ​​war. Orcs would attack humans on sight? Oni would draw their swords and kill werewolves?? No matter where, aside from sieges and other missions involving overwhelming force, heroes can generally get along amicably. There's also 'guild wars,' where legions are essentially large guilds. After battles, some might even trade equipment privately, or engage in intimate acts—it's quite common and not unusual. Note: Marriage is not possible.)"

"Yes, Mr. Lu. Game cards are getting more and more expensive. Gold coins are also getting scarcer. I have to hand over your 300 gold coins in full. It's not like before, where I could just store them or accumulate some to sell later... The world situation has completely changed. Kevin Garnier's heroes are leaving in large numbers, and the shortage of metal resources isn't something that just started today. Do you really want to spend your whole life trading gold coins for your life? That's definitely not worth it!" the demon smuggler advised in a friendly manner.

The bar was relatively quiet (no music). Besides Ludar and the mysterious smuggler, the bar was frequented by several young half-human elites, Morro, and native werewolves.

They don't interfere with each other. Everyone knows that those who come for drinks want peace, not endless fighting. Even if they argue, given Rudar's current status, he wouldn't stoop to the level of a few "white accounts." (Rudar is knowledgeable and experienced; while the elite monsters, like Rudar, aren't VIPs, their experiences and mental states are different. Perhaps this is what "high-end IDs" like Rudar seek!)

"It's getting late. If I don't return to the city soon, I'll arouse suspicion," said the mysterious smuggling demon merchant. His expression suddenly turned grim, as if he sensed danger. (High insight is one of the demon race's racial traits.)

"Alright, goodbye friend! I'll come to you again if I need anything. Anyway, thank you very much!" Ludar raised his oak wine glass to say goodbye.

The Oni race has a very fast recall speed and a very short cooldown. This is one of their unique racial traits.

"Ludal, your stamina has recovered?" The familiar, sinister voice rang out. Dark had appeared.

"My lord! You! What brings you here?!" Ludar immediately knelt down, begging for forgiveness. (Ludar could do this anytime, anywhere...)

"Enough talk, let's go back! You finally understand what I'm trying to do..."

"So, Dark wanted to 'dilute' the elven siblings' money..." Ludar realized on the way back to the city.