I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

The farmer had no idea what the person in front of him was doing, so he could only repeat it as well.

"Isn't that enough?"

Old C thought to himself.

Indeed, he had encountered some games where the game designers were very shrewd. A task would not immediately reward you, and there would not even be any feedback. You had to keep triggering and completing the tasks for several days in a row before you could possibly get the hidden reward at the end.

It seems that helping the farmer with his work might indeed be a hidden chain of tasks.

Seeing Old C deep in thought, the farmer also considered it. The other man had helped him with farm work for so long, so it seemed he should indeed give him some compensation. But he certainly didn't have any money on him. Seeing that it was getting late, he thought he might as well treat him to a meal.

"Would you like to come to my house for dinner?"

The farmer said.

Old C was stunned. Had he really triggered some hidden plot?

He immediately agreed and followed the farmer back.

Along the way, the other players looked at him with curious expressions.

"How did you do that?"

"I just saw him helping to plow the fields. Is it because he gets a reward for helping with farming?"

"But there are no mission prompts, not even exclamation marks."

"Have you ever played games? This kind of game definitely doesn't have a task list; you have to trigger everything yourself."

"Is it too late for me to go help with the farming now?"

After the players discovered that Old C had triggered a new storyline, they flocked to the fields.

They helped with weeding, watering, shoveling away cow dung, and even sweeping the streets.

The townspeople looked at each other, wondering what this group of people wanted to do.

They had never seen anyone like this before, selflessly helping strangers, just like a messenger of the gods in myths and legends.

But they were not messengers of God; they were brought by travelers, by the Baron.

The townspeople were starting to have some ideas, but their long-standing, numb lives couldn't be changed in just a short time. Meanwhile, Baron Gerald, watching this scene from his watchtower, found it all incredibly unbelievable.

"Is this magic?"

He had never seen such magic before. The creatures summoned had the same thoughts as humans, and even seemed much smarter than ordinary people.

However, in some situations, they can seem a bit naive, helping others without expecting anything in return, and their curiosity is so strong that even death cannot frighten them.

"This is not magic."

Lu Ban replied.

"They're just a bunch of very easily satisfied guys."

He checked the time and realized that most players' power was almost used up, and they would soon have to leave this world temporarily.

Once they return, Lu Ban can create some simple weapons and equipment, or extraordinary items, as rewards for the players.

Lu Ban knew very well that the reason why games were so attractive was that you would definitely reap what you sowed, and the constant positive feedback and reward stimulation was what made games so addictive.

Unfortunately, the mud pit has limited capacity. Lu Ban needs the first batch of players to explore a portion of the Black Forest before it can continue to expand. Fortunately, the flow of time here is slower than on Earth, so Lu Ban still has enough time.

As night fell, the players logged off in the town, and Lu Ban returned to the Baron's mansion.

Jost has woken up, and Lu Ban has something to ask him.

Chapter 708 Twelve Demonic Tides

Sitting in his laboratory, Jost was focused on the materials in the bottles and jars.

Even after being separated from the plant and immersed in a solution, the vine samples of the Abyss Flower still showed signs of vitality.

It had the fur of a winter wolf, its silvery-white fur radiating a chill, even freezing the bottle.

There were also some strange black objects, bound in sealed flasks, constantly wriggling, as if they would break the flasks and emerge at any moment.

In addition, there are all sorts of drugs. It's easy to imagine that if these things were mixed together, it would probably not be calmed down until a hundred or eighty explosions were created.

Jost coughed twice, then continued to observe the condition of the materials and carefully took notes.

"The Abyss Flowers are one of the twelve demonic tides. These plants are considered the main component of the Black Forest. They are not particularly powerful, and fire can provide some protection. However, the leader of the Abyss Flowers can devour flames. Since the last appearance of the Abyss Flowers..."

He observed the growth of the vines in various solvents, trying to find something that could counteract them.

Xia also looked around the room with curiosity, as there were many things here that she herself might not be able to see with her own eyes.

For example, the specimen of the Abyss Flower. In Sia's time, this demonic tide of the Abyss Flower was called Thorns. It was considered one of the relatively easy demonic tides to deal with because humans at that time used a lot of something called Glimmering Potion. By spraying it on the Black Forest, the spread of the Abyss Flower could be suppressed.

From this perspective, in this era, the Glimmer Potion has not yet been discovered, and the Abyss Flower remains a headache.

Near the Black Forest in Sunset Town, Sia discovered a settlement of Abyss Flowers. The existence of monsters with a demonic tide so close to humans was unimaginable in Sia's time.

In the time when Sia lived, the agents of the Gray Tower and the rangers of the Black Tower walked the edge of the Black Forest. They also built fortresses in the Black Forest. In the hundreds of miles of depth, such monsters would not appear in the sight of ordinary people unless a demonic tide rose.

"...I remember that if you mix Russell's solvent with the juice of the Radiant Flower in a 1:1.5 ratio and then heat it to a boil, you can get the Glowing Potion. This is a required course for us."

Sia commented on Jost's behavior.

"Uh, Russell solvent?"

Jost couldn't quite understand it.

"Oh, I forgot, it's the second bottle on the right."

Sia pointed to Jost's side.

The bottle of potion was a clear yellow color, and the abyssal vines soaking in it remained motionless, as if something had stopped their growth.

"So it's a solution of hornbill droppings. I'll give it a try."

Jost took a brand-new bottle of solvent from the shelf, mixed it with another bottle of shimmering silver solvent in the proportions Sia had instructed, and then boiled it. The room was immediately filled with a stench so foul it would make anyone vomit their breakfast.

After all, Russell's solvent, named after its discoverer, is essentially excrement, and boiling excrement is not an act that sounds appetizing in any exotic land.

Tristana, who was standing to the side, immediately regretted sitting there watching the two of them talk. He felt nauseous and went straight to the window to vomit.

Xia remained unmoved. When she was studying in the Gray Tower, even more unpleasant smells were commonplace, and she even wanted to eat something.

He poured the boiled solvent into another flask, and then took a slowly wriggling Abyss Flower vine and put it in.

A moment later, the vines of the abyss flower stopped wriggling, and their surface began to turn white, like human fingers that had been soaked in water for too long and were peeling. The outer skin of the vines peeled off, revealing the reddish stems underneath, which looked like flesh and blood. After a while, the vines completely disintegrated and turned into scattered fragments.

This is quite similar to a scene that Xia had seen before.

When the demonic tide of the Abyss Flowers arrives, the mages will spread these solutions on the tower. Once the concentration reaches a certain level, it will cause the vines of the Abyss Flowers to wither quickly, stopping their advance. Combined with fire, this operation can save most of the use of spirit torches on the first day of the three-day Blood Moon.

Of course, by the second and third day, when the Lord of the Abyss Flower and its swirling race appeared, these physical methods became unsustainable, and only mages could barely hold them off.

"This is amazing! If this medicine could be mass-produced, could it possibly completely resist the demonic tide of the Abyss Flower...?"

Jost mumbled a few words, then suddenly felt a little lost.

"Ms. Sia, it seems that the Abyss Flower has not been completely eradicated in the future, right?"

He suddenly looked at Sia.

"……Yes."

Hia nodded.

They didn't tell Jost about the Chosen Ones, but after exchanging a few words with Sia, Jost quickly guessed that they came from the future.

It must be said that Jost is indeed quite clever, just like he did just now.

If the Abyss Flower has been completely eradicated, then this potion targeting the Abyss Flower should not exist in Sia's common knowledge, let alone be a required course for mages.

Jost was able to deduce future events from just a few words.

"It seems that twelve is the limit, and since then no mage has been able to completely wipe out those demonic tides."

Jost's expression darkened.

“Agni the Firebringer and Jansen the Questioner, these mages once completely annihilated the lords of the demonic tide, reducing the original massive demonic tide to the twelve current ones, but they have long since perished.”

The mages he mentioned were mentioned by Sia in the secret documents of the Gray Tower. However, there were very few records about them. Apart from destroying the Demon Tide Lord, all that was left was the curse they left behind.

"Legend has it that powerful mages can leave behind a curse before they die. In the Black Forest, there are many curses left by mages. Perhaps these demonic tides are curses left behind by some ancient mages."

Jost remarked.

Suddenly, Xia spoke up.

"No, at least in my time, only eleven waves of the demonic tide remained, and the frost had disappeared."

She glanced outside and saw Lu Ban, who was with the Baron on the watchtower.

"That's really nice."

Jost smiled sincerely and then asked a question.

"Ms. Sia, you said that after that I created a new magic system that would allow everyone to use magic, is that true?"

"That should be right, this should be the cradle of future mages, the location of the Gray Tower."

Xia nodded.

She didn't know what impact such exchanges would have on the future, but since she was in a closed loop of fate in a foreign land, her words shouldn't have too much of a butterfly effect.

Is it because Jost was dying and he only built the prototype of the Gray Tower and the Magic Network, so he was unable to leave any records?

Or perhaps, being as clever as he was, he understood the importance of the closed loop of fate, and therefore deliberately concealed this part of history?

"Then, Ms. Sia, can you help me create this magic system?"

Jost asked expectantly.

"I don't know... because all we know is how to use the magic network, not the underlying architecture. I don't know if similar magic can be achieved in this world."

Sia answered uncertainly.

Chapter 709 Only He Responded

"What exactly is this magic network?"