The developers still haven't forgiven the players.

Faced with his old buddies bringing up his embarrassing past, Dog Bro had a thick skin and showed no embarrassment whatsoever.

However, knowing his credibility was questionable, he immediately vowed, "This time I am truly sincere and I am absolutely not trying to deceive anyone."

Campus Spring Scenery tilted its head and glanced sideways at Dog Brother, its expression like that of a teacher who had just heard a student say that they had left their winter vacation homework at home when school started.

"I thought you were going to play a trick on me, but it turns out you weren't. Aren't you just playing a trick on me?"

Dog Bro: "..."

……

The words are divided into two parts.

Fat Tiger, who had left the tribe alone earlier, had now followed the water flow and ventured deep into a secluded valley.

When he was extremely hungry, he would grab some wild grass or soil, mix it with the stream water, and stuff it haphazardly into his mouth.

Although the hunger pangs still linger after the upgrade, at least there's a feeling of fullness, which can barely sustain me.

That said, he had a very peaceful journey and did not encounter any danger.

Correspondingly, he didn't gain anything either.

Based on his understanding of this type of MMORPG game, besides leveling up by killing monsters, players can most likely also become stronger by using potions, and the Blood Qi Pills sold in the game store confirm this guess.

Unfortunately, after searching for a long time, he not only failed to encounter any wild monsters, but also failed to find any old herbs.

Of course, it's possible that he saw it but didn't recognize it.

But since no interactive prompts pop up, even if it's herbs, it probably won't be of much use.

He comforted himself with this thought while occasionally looking up to observe the cliff face.

In old-fashioned novels, the protagonists would jump off cliffs and have a miraculous encounter that made them stronger, so he simply headed straight to the bottom of the valley.

"If we can't find any rare and precious materials, then finding the ruins of our ancestors is also a good thing."

Incidentally, he also casually tore off a banana-shaped leaf and wrapped it around his waist.

It's not that I think being naked is indecent, it's just that walking naked in the mountains and forests makes my inner thighs uncomfortable as the low branches and leaves brush against them.

Tick-tock~ Click~

The sound of some liquid dripping onto a dead leaf.

The commotion wasn't significant; it was only noticeable in the quiet valley below.

Fat Tiger's gaze sharpened immediately. He turned and looked around, trying to pinpoint the location from which the sound came.

But whether it should be considered lucky or not, the other party did not deliberately hide their figure.

Fat Tiger quickly locked onto his target.

Those were two strange creatures, each about three zhang tall.

A nearly meter-long horn grows from its forehead, its tip gleaming with a cold light, clearly extremely sharp.

Aside from having human-like hands and feet, the torso and head are directly connected, without a neck.

Ignoring its limbs, its overall appearance is more like a shark.

"What the hell?!"

When Gian is speechless, I can't help but laugh.

There wasn't even a stream at the bottom of the valley where he was.

These two monsters look like they should live in the ocean or a vast river, right?

It's not surprising what the monsters in the game look like, but can the distribution of monsters be made a little more logical?

It felt to him like someone asking him what a fuzzy, green thing is that could kill someone if it fell from a tree, and he answered a caterpillar, but the answer he got was as abstract as a pool table.

Putting aside his strong urge to complain, he still had to figure out how to survive from these two fishmen.

Two fishmen, their mouths dripping with foul-smelling saliva, slowly approached Fatty Tiger from the left and right.

Fat Tiger couldn't accept that his life was about to end here. The cooldown time required for resurrection was equivalent to wasting three hundred of his dollars.

Without the slightest hesitation, he bent down, picked up a large piece of rubble at his feet, and hurled it at one of the fishmen.

Bang!

With a flick of his head, the fishman's sharp horn on his forehead whipped the heavy stone, which weighed several tens of kilograms, away.

Upon seeing this, Fat Tiger's face darkened.

He knew he was in trouble.

The power these two fishmen displayed was far beyond what he could currently match.

Without saying a word, he turned around and ran away.

He had only run a few dozen meters when he felt like he was being pricked by thorns.

He didn't dare turn around, trusting his instincts, and immediately lunged to receive a tactical save.

A moment later, the merman, like a sharp spear, whistled past him from above.

The sharp horn struck a large, exposed rock with a clang, producing a piercing screech.

Fat Tiger stood up, his face serious.

He estimated that the two mermen were both at level ten or higher, and that he would probably be injured if he grazed them, and killed if he touched them.

But after this brief encounter, he keenly realized that the fish-man monster's attacks were very straightforward and did not bend during the attack.

If that's the case, then he isn't without a glimmer of hope.

It's not like I haven't played games where the boss can one-shot me.

Fat Tiger pulled out a stone shard he had picked up on the road earlier, rushed forward in three steps, aimed at the fishman who hadn't turned around yet, and leaped up to stab it in the back of the head.

slap~

The stone shard broke instantly, without even leaving a dent on the back of the fishman's head.

"His defense is that strong too?" Fat Tiger thought to himself.

Although surprised, they did not despair.

They quickly adjusted their plan, hurried around to the back of the large rock in front of them, and only peeked out with half their heads to observe the movements of the two fishmen.

He knew that in this game, a monster's health bar wouldn't regenerate when the aggro disappeared.

Since that's the case, as long as we concentrate and slowly wear them down, we'll eventually be able to kill those two fishmen.

Just as Fat Tiger was preparing for a long battle, a shout suddenly came from above, interrupting his thoughts.

"Stop!"

Two strong men wearing animal skin vests appeared at the edge of the cliff. Stepping on the protrusions of the cliff face, they leaped to the bottom of the valley in a few bounds.

The two men stood on either side of Fat Tiger, blocking his path.

One of the men waved at the two mermen: "Go back. If I see you attacking humans again, don't blame me for showing no mercy."

Hearing this, the two fishmen felt somewhat aggrieved.

It's a pity they can't speak, otherwise they would have argued that they didn't start it.

Another bearded man cupped his hands towards Fat Tiger and said, "Don't be afraid, little brother. These two black sharks are raised by my brother. They won't hurt anyone normally."

In fact, the horn of this black shark is just like the tail of a gecko; it can grow back after being pulled off.

Given their sharpness and toughness, many tribes do keep a few black sharks and periodically remove their horns as a supplement to their weapons.

Fat Tiger blinked, seemingly frozen in place.

Clearly, he couldn't understand a word the two burly men were saying.

Seeing that Fat Tiger didn't speak, the muscular man frowned slightly and tentatively asked, "Which tribe are you from? Where are your parents?"