Chapter 132 - 127: Heated Discussion!

Chapter 132: Chapter 127: Heated Discussion!

"I just got hooked! Why can’t I play anymore?"

"This game is pretty fun!"

"It’s an unprecedented experience... I want to keep playing. Any big guns know when the maintenance will end?"

"I say, you small guns, can you stop bothering us big guns with everything? We don’t know when the maintenance will finish either!" Was that a humblebrag?

"..."

The players were reluctant to leave. This was a gaming experience they had never had before. So games could actually be played like this... In the minds of some players, weren’t games just about playing rock-paper-scissors, cards, or kicking a shuttlecock at best?

Time was up!

The Marching Battlefield began to forcibly kick out the players who hadn’t logged off in time.

"Holy crap... crap... Wait... I’m just about to finish this wave of novice quests... fuck..." A novice player was doing his quests. Just as he was about to kill a Yin Demon, time ran out. His body turned ethereal, and he was subsequently booted from the Marching Battlefield!

"Ding~ Player Zhang Eryi has exited the game!"

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No matter what you were doing, once time was up, everyone was kicked out. Some people were still doing quests, some were dueling, some were bickering, and some were recruiting for parties. It was a thriving scene! Most people were doing nothing at all, merely chatting, bragging, and waiting for time to pass in the base city built by the players themselves.

Sensing this scene, Su Tan recalled those massively popular games from his past... Now, the Divine War Game was gradually earning the genuine love of the players. This was a good sign!

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All players were cleared out of the Marching Battlefield. Inside the Marching Battlefield, only the Yin Demon Race remained. Though they were no longer in the Marching Battlefield, it didn’t mean they were just going to leave it at that. Other areas of the Void God Realm could also serve as their gathering places. The players who had been forcibly logged out of the Marching Battlefield couldn’t calm their excitement. They changed venues one after another, heading into the main realm to continue researching... and discussing!

For a time, the Divine War Game and the Marching Battlefield began to spread like a plague. They were deeply loved by the players, as if they had discovered a new continent.

"Did you know? With a flurry of moves, my big bro Wu Qisan killed three Yin Demons that were besieging him, and an item dropped—a King’s Dao Cultivation Technique!"

"Ah? Really?"

"A King’s Dao Cultivation Technique? His luck is too good! What kind of insane luck is that?"

"I farmed over twenty Yin Demons and didn’t even see a single hair. I’m so pissed," someone replied in frustration.

"Me too. I farmed over a dozen and didn’t get a single one!"

"I’m even worse off than you guys. Damn it, I farmed over a hundred Yin Demons! Let alone a King’s Dao Cultivation Technique, I didn’t even get a single Body Refining Technique... If I hadn’t seen the guys next to me getting Martial Arts Techniques dropping left and right, I would have suspected this game was just scamming me..."

It had turned into a pity party.

"Your luck... is really something else!"

"Hehe... Luck? Do you really think it’s just luck? That stuff doesn’t just rely on luck; it requires skill!" someone said, keeping them in suspense with an enigmatic look.

"There are skills involved?"

"Of course!" That person looked completely certain. With his hands behind his back, he puffed out his chest, putting on a solemn front.

"Come, come, come... have a seat, brother. We hope you’ll be generous with your teachings. We’re all ears!"

"Yeah."

"It’s tiring to stand, brother. Come sit!"

The crowd smiled obsequiously, flocking around Wang Xiaobao like stars surrounding the moon. They guided him to a nearby chair, massaging his shoulders and beating his back, acting exactly like lackeys. Looking triumphant, Wang Xiaobao walked over to the chair amidst their escort.

"There’s only one chair..."

"It’s fine, brother, you sit. We’ll stand. Standing is comfortable."

"Then it would be... rude of me to refuse." Wang Xiaobao never could have imagined he would enjoy such prestige one day.

"It’s only right, it’s only right."

"Please, brother, speak to us in detail about your knowledge regarding the Divine War Game."

"We are all ears!"

Wang Xiaobao looked around. So what if they wore luxurious clothes and had noble statuses in the real world? Right now, they still had to treat him with utmost respect. Thinking of this, Wang Xiaobao felt even more exhilarated.

"Ahem... since you all want to hear it so badly... then I’ll give you a good rundown on the game’s secrets and techniques," Wang Xiaobao said. "Do you know why the Fu Jian Squad’s overall strength is inferior to Chen Huangbei’s group, and also inferior to Xiao Ting’s group... but why they can leave everyone in the dust when doing quests? And why their item drop rates upon kills are so high?

"It’s all about technique. It doesn’t mean that just because your cultivation base is strong, you can do quests well, get good rewards, and have high drop rates..."

"Please elaborate, brother."

"Whether it’s the kill, the damage, the quest selection, the timing of your strike, or the target you pursue... they all have special significance. Only when you score a kill at the correct time, from the correct angle, and with the correct amount of force, will it determine your drop rates and rewards!"

Hearing this, a bunch of noobs felt it made a lot of sense. Regardless of whether there was any basis to it, since his drop rate was high, whatever he said was the truth. The crowd listened with keen interest.

"So that’s how it is... I was wondering why I didn’t get a single piece of equipment to drop even after killing over a hundred Yin Demons. It must have been my posture."

"Of course! Did you think equipment would just drop so casually? If it did, it would be as common as dirt on the streets!" Wang Xiaobao said.

In reality, the equipment drop rate in the Marching Battlefield wasn’t high. Su Tan and the Fat Monk had calculated it; the probabilities varied for each level of Cultivation Technique. Without any event bonuses, regular quests requiring the killing of Yin Demons had a 1/100 drop rate for Body Refinement Level rewards, a 1/500 drop rate for Qi Condensation Level rewards, a 1/1,000 drop rate for Grandmaster Level rewards, a 1/5,000 drop rate for Grandmaster Level rewards, a 1/100,000 drop rate for King Level rewards, and a 1/1,000,000 drop rate for Saint Level rewards... As for rewards exceeding the Saint Level, they existed in theory, but not in practice.

This was a probability, not a guarantee that you would get a reward after killing a hundred Yin Demons. In other words, you had a 1/100 chance (the highest probability) of a reward dropping when you killed your first one, and you had that exact same chance when you killed your second one... As for techniques, monster-killing postures, and all that—did they really have anything to do with drop rates? Absolutely not! However, there was nothing to be done about those who always felt they had found some hidden pattern.

"Please enlighten us!"

"Seeing as you’re all so enthusiastic, I’ll play the good guy to the end and give you a monster-killing technique: when three are short and one is long, pick the longest. When three are long and one is short, pick the shortest. When all four are the same length, pick the middle—either the second or the third. When they’re all uneven, pick the ends!" Wang Xiaobao spouted flowery rhetoric like a Daoist Ancestor imparting the Dao, instructing the cultivators around him.

PFFT PFFT...

If Su Tan were here, he would definitely be left dumbfounded! He might even grab Wang Xiaobao and slice him up for research to see if this guy was also a transmigrator. To think he could actually come up with such a divine ’exam’ technique? It truly made one suspicious!

Of course, Wang Xiaobao couldn’t possibly be a transmigrator. The only explanation was that all paths of the Great Dao led to the same destination! When it came to blindly guessing multiple-choice answers you didn’t understand, there were astonishing similarities no matter the world. Even though Wang Xiaobao’s words had absolutely no basis, the surrounding people acted exactly as if they had just heard a Daoist Ancestor imparting the Dao. They stroked their chins or rubbed their brows... falling into deep thought...

"Excuse me, what does this mean?"

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