Free Web NovelChapter 200: Chapter 81: Successful Revenge_3
"Once we’ve regained our strength, let’s go back up to the mountain top and walk around more."
Thinking of this, he looked back at the three-eyed girl.
"If you’re lucky enough, you might be able to catch some of the Holy Spirit Aura."
"If you have a Holy Spirit Aura, there’s a good chance that you’ll randomly enter our recent target world - Insect Spirit Realm - the next time you enter the Instance."
"This way, we can save a Dungeon key and conserve resources for our branch."
"Other branches have already gone ahead, and we can’t fall too far behind."
Hearing his words, the three-eyed girl reluctantly got up.
"I will follow your orders."
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Playing over 800 card games would be needed for all 100+ players to use up their challenge quotas.
So the Big Brother Cup lasted for a full 24 hours before it ended, and a total of 13 Blessings came down.
Ree Shil didn’t have any more gains except for the initial Sword Dance Ghost.
He had just beaten the three-eyed girl when he was defeated by a challenger approaching from behind.
In that card game, his opponent wasn’t too confident either but merely gambled by placing three Demon-counter Cards in his first row cards, causing Ree Shil to lose miserably.
He also had a rough time in the remaining five Statues matches.
He succeeded in challenging only two Statues, but the longest he lasted as a Defender was for three games.
Because he had to stay up all night to play cards, Ree Shil and Show Director went to sleep in the hotel after getting down from the mountain.
It wasn’t until early the next day that they took a car back home.
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Sitting in the smoothly driven Hovering Van, Ree Shil was a bit speechless.
It’s because his view was blocked by a green striped big head in front of him.
A frog doll was sitting right in front of him.
Mossy Mushroom and Slame were chatting and laughing with it.
Technically, the two of them were the ones talking.
The frog doll seemed unable to speak and communicated with them by writing on a small whiteboard.
This was difficult for Straw Man, who didn’t know many characters and was semi-illiterate.
Perhaps it’s because its grass-filled head couldn’t hold much knowledge, so it didn’t make much progress in learning no matter how hard it tried.
"If I don’t ask, I guess no one plans to explain this situation."
Being invisible for half an hour, Ree Shil finally couldn’t help but speak up.
"Huh? I thought they told you about it."
Sitting next to him, Curator turned her head.
She got up half an hour earlier than Ree Shil and already understood the situation.
It turns out that the frog doll was a member of the neighboring City’s Clubhouse, a Big Brother-Level card player.
Level 12, with its race not yet known.
"This is our new friend, Cute Mushroom!"
"We invited him to visit our City, buzz buzz~"
Somehow, Mossy Mushroom + Slame seemed to have gotten along with this guy on the mountain top.
"I see, then you guys should book a hotel and entertain him well."
Ree Shil spread his hands.
"Well, we plan to invite him to stay at our house temporarily."
"..., sure."
"Yay!" x2
In the end, Ree Shil did not object.
However, he felt that the number of strange people in the villa seemed to be increasing.
"I want to bring someone home too, grass!"
"Wait until you find true love, those one-night friends can’t be taken."
Ree Shil refused without thinking.
"Damn it, grass."
The unsuccessful Straw Man folded his arms and pouted.
"But then again, when did this house become yours to make decisions?"
Mossy Mushroom was a little slow to realize.
"Speaking of which, aren’t you hot wearing that Doll costume?"
Ree Shil ignored Mossy Mushroom.
The green frog wrote two words on the whiteboard and held it up: "Social anxiety."
"..., but aren’t you actually being quite conspicuous with your frog-like appearance? Are you sure it’s social anxiety?"
He was speechless about it.
He dared to wonder if the reason why he didn’t speak was also due to social anxiety.
At this level, it should be considered a severe case.
"What’s your name?"
Then he asked.
Mossy Mushroom: "Yeah, what’s your name?"
Slame: "I don’t know, buzz."
Ree Shil: "???"
This made Ree Shil glance at one mushroom and one slime creature.
Bringing someone home without even knowing their name?
Were both of you infected by Straw Man?
"I thought you didn’t care and wouldn’t ask."
The green frog quickly wrote two lines: "Call me Little McWheat, or Andrew Hill, or Froggy."
Ree Shil: "See, it’s still a frog."
Mossy Mushroom: "Could it be that inside his frog doll costume, there’s actually a frogman?"
Ree Shil: "Don’t say it, it might really be possible according to this world’s logic."
Straw Man: "Male or female, grass?"
Everyone thought this guy was a bit mysterious.
Regarding Straw Man’s question, Andrew Hill only replied with two words: "Confidential."
In this case, he was likely a genderless race.
But although he claimed to have social anxiety, he seemed to get along well with Mossy Mushroom and the others, chatting non-stop all the way.
Through the conversation, everyone learned that Andrew Hill had also received the Grace of the Holy Spirit.
"What’s your Grace?"
The Curator eventually became one of the 13 Grace recipients.
She showed her card, a B level Golden Slime.
It seemed to have a great Panel, just like the Sword Dance Ghost.
Andrew Hill paused for a moment, then began writing with his pen: "You don’t know?"
As it turned out, when he received the Grace, the others in the car weren’t there.
Mossy Mushroom: "Who cares about playing cards in a serious way."
Slame: "Exactly."
Straw Man: "Was defrosting, didn’t pay attention, grass."
"Alright."
Andrew Hill put down the pen, pulled out a green jade-like amber from his pocket.
"Huh? Dungeon key."
The Curator recognized at a glance the unique luster and aura of this item. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓
The Holy Spirit’s bestowed dungeon keys were usually the good ones.
At this time, Andrew Hill finished writing and held up the whiteboard.
"It seems to be a pure PVE Instance."
"That is, I’m a little scared by myself."
"Do you guys want to go together?"
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