Chapter 635 - Genuine Menfolk
Chapter 635: Genuine Menfolk
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Holy Sword—Star Mark.
The card spun above Rhode’s palm. He shut his eyes and the quiet room had as though vanished into nothingness. The warm fireplace drifted away and an ice-cold breeze blew in its place. A collision of weapons could be heard from the distance and it slowly became louder and clearer to his ears. The solid ground beneath his feet turned into muddy water while the air was filled with the putrid smell of sulfur and blood…
Clink!
Rhode opened his eyes wide. The illusion around him disappeared abruptly. The cold touch of the solid, flat ground beneath his feet returned and the crackling firewood engulfed him in warmth once again. The sky gradually darkened and the snowfall became heavier.
I failed again.
Rhode shrugged and gazed helplessly at the card in his hand. Shortly after, the flawlessly white card vanished from his palm. He was currently level 50, but the system didn’t reward him with any special rewards. In the game, a level 50 character wasn’t worth any celebration because it was in the middle of nowhere. A level 40 and 60 player could transcend into the next stage while the level 50 was in an awkward position even for various dungeons. In the game, level 30, 50, and 70 were the tougher hurdles to cross because not only were there significantly fewer dungeons in the range of these levels, they were also uninteresting. In terms of strength enhancement, although level 50 was stronger than the Master Stage, it was still weaker than the Legendary Stage. All Rhode received was 10 Skill Points and nothing else.
Skill Points were forever insufficient for players, where even a thousand Skill points wouldn’t satisfy them. As his skills and Talent Trees upgraded, the amount of Skill Points required for the upgrade also increased. Six of the 10 Skill Points were used to upgrade his mastery of the ‘Fantasy Daybreak’ Swordsmanship, increasing it to A grade while the remaining four Skill Points were pumped into the brand new [Source Tracing] talent in the fifth stage of the Talent Tree.
Rhode had never seen this skill in the game because it had emerged after the three Talent Trees merged together. [Source Tracing] wasn’t a special active or passive skill. Instead, it only had one capability.
[Source Tracing: Touch the past of the soul and feel its historical mutters. Certain success rate to penetrate into the summoned being’s memories and receive its memory fragments. Available once every 10 days. Success rate depends on the card level]
“—”
The air froze in an instant.
The mercenaries had as though been struck by a curse that bound their activities. They turned around and stared blankly. An uninvited guest.
An enormous, muscular man in a shirt the color of a pink ballerina skirt stood by the entrance. His shirt was so tightly stretched that it clearly revealed his muscles and six pack underneath. A large, white bow knot at the back of his waist fluttered wittily along with its owner’s movements. The short skirt that covered only his upper thighs revealed two elephant-like thick, strong legs. The white stockings failed to conceal the mass dense of leg hair and at the bottom, a pair of scarlet, round-tipped leather shoes advertised his mighty presence.
Barter pulled a long face, stepping into the hall that had as though turned into an icehouse with his longsword behind his back. He blushed at everyone’s gaze and let out a snort of disgust. At this moment, a burst of claps broke the uncomfortable silence.
“This is awesome, Mr. Barter. You’re indeed a man.”
Rhode leaned on his chair and gazed at Barter striding forward in large steps. Barter glared fiercely with an even more embarrassed face before plunging to his seat. Then, he turned to Rhode and lifted his chin proudly.
“That’s for sure, kid. I’m a man, and a true man sticks to his words! Heh, kid, I hope you will still have the appetite to drink the alcohol that I’ll pour for you later.”
“I’m a man too, Mr. Barter.”
Rhode narrowed his eyes slightly.
“Don’t worry, as a man, I will never back down. But…”
Rhode scanned the beautiful, white lace ribbon around Barter’s neck and his drifting head accessory.
“… It looks like you’re having a great time in this costume.”