Chapter 1

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

A huge, green-skinned wyvern swept over the pine forest, bringing with it a gust of wind that shook the forest, rattling the trees.

Robb was sitting under a pine tree, looking up at the bulging belly of the wyvern passing over the treetops. He thought to himself, “Now that I’ve changed my profession to ‘Sharpshooter’, I can use the skill ‘Dragon Killing Arrow’. I can shoot it down from the sky with one arrow, then equip it with a skinning knife and use the ‘Advanced Skinning Skill’. I can obtain the prop ‘Dragon Skin’ and use the ‘Advanced Skinning Skill’ to make it into a set of wyvern leather armor. In this way, the Sharpshooter proficiency can increase by 5 points, the skinning skill by 2 points, and the skinning skill by 2 points…”

He suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself. “What are you thinking now? You’re full of practice. You don’t need more.”

Robb was eighteen years old and a veteran gamer. A few years ago, he had become obsessed with a large-scale online role-playing game called The Dark Blade, commonly known as the MMO game. The game was set in a Western-style fantasy world of swords and magic. It had an extremely vast seamless world map, plenty of monsters, and plenty of professions. Its game features were “allowing players the freedom to change jobs and work part-time.” It was up to you to DIY your beloved game character.

Robb fell deeply into it as soon as he wasn’t careful. Perhaps it was because he was a Virgo, but he liked to play a game to the point of perfection. He didn’t feel comfortable until he had practiced everything he could. Therefore, not only did he max out the common professions of Warrior, Paladin, Ranger, Thief, Priest… he even maxed out the skills of mining, cutting trees, cooking, skinning, making…

He’d established the largest guild in the server, cleared the most difficult dungeons, single-handedly defeated an Epic Boss, participated in a thousand-man national war…

One day, however, he logged on to the game and suddenly found that there was nothing left to do.

Everything that needed to be experienced had been experienced!

The world of sword and magic had lost all attraction he’d felt when he’d first arrived. He’d logged into this game world without even a little excitement.

Well, this might be the final destination for all gamers.

He decided to back out of the pit, but the moment he clicked out of the game, he somehow crossed over. Then he arrived in the world he was in now, sitting under a pine tree. And he was in the shape of his own game character. He was blond and handsome, and he was wearing a gold-plated T-shirt, jeans, and skin. He had also inherited all the professional proficiency he had gained in the game.

He ran into an explorer and asked. This place was called the Land of Encounters. It was also a world of swords and magic, but it was not a game world. It was a real world.

Well, he didn’t care if its name was real or not. In any case, he was already tired of everything about swords and magic. When he saw a Goblin poking its head out from the side, he didn’t even bother to fight it. If he had encountered a delicate and easy-to-defeat monster like a Goblin before he had fully mastered his profession, he would definitely have rushed up to cut it down and practiced his profession proficiency for a point or two.

‘No need for pursuit! I don’t want to move at all. What do I do?’

Why didn’t he have the slightest interest in exploring a new world?

He looked at the sky and slipped into an afternoon nap…

At this moment, voices suddenly sounded in the distance. Three people walked over from the forest.

At the front was a man in heavy armor, carrying a sword. Behind him was a man in leather armor, carrying a bow. At the back was a woman in a robe, holding a wand. She was good-looking, with delicate features and very hot red hair.

This was an authentic adventurer team! There were Warriors, Archers, and Mages. Apart from the lack of a Priest, the overall structure was very reasonable.

Of course, Robb knew that there were only distinct classes in the game. In the real world, a farmer would be a Warrior if he picked up a sword, an Archer if he picked up a bow, and then he would become a Mage if he learned magic. There was no such thing as a class name hanging over his head, and there was no such thing as experience points or levels.

So in the real world, you couldn’t simply tell what skills someone would use based on how they were dressed. Maybe a man with a staff would pick up a dagger and stab you in the back in the next second. That was how the real world worked.

The small group seemed cautious. They were careful with every step they took through the forest. When they entered the pine forest and saw Robb sitting under the tree, the three of them were stunned. They watched him warily until they saw that he was unarmed and wearing a strange-looking shirt. He wasn’t dangerous at all. The “Warrior” in the lead asked, “Hey! Are you a resident of Westwind? Isn’t it dangerous for you to come here alone?”

Robb wanted to save trouble and did not want to be too long-winded with strangers, so he simply lied casually, “I came into the mountains to pick herbs. Although it’s a little dangerous, wealth comes from danger.”

“So it’s a herb gatherer,” the leading “Warrior” asked. “You didn’t see a green-skinned wyvern around here? It often attacks caravans. The Westwinds’ elders invited us to get rid of it.”

“Oh? A wyvern?” Robb had really seen a wyvern earlier, and had even been thinking of using its skin for leather armor. He pointed in the direction the wyvern had disappeared. “It flew over my head just now and headed this way. It seemed to me that it was flying very slowly and very low, as if it were about to return to its nest. Its nest shouldn’t be far from here.”

The warrior-looking man smiled. “Wonderful. We’ve been looking for it for days, and now we finally have news of the wyvern.” He turned back to the Archer and the Mage. “Let’s go! Let’s get rid of it as soon as possible, and we can go back and get our pay.”

The three men nodded at Robb. “Thank you for the information.”

Robb threw up his hands. “You’re welcome!”

The three of them left, but Robb didn’t care. In the past, whenever other players asked him where a certain quest NPC was, he would usually casually point out the NPC’s location and then ignore it. He wasn’t enthusiastic enough to see that every time he was asked for directions, he had to accompany them on a quest.

He continued to sit under the big pine tree and lazily considered what to do!

He didn’t want to explore the world anymore. He wasn’t interested, and he didn’t want to take on any more bullshit missions or fight any monsters. He had done these things repeatedly in the game for years until he had maxed out his level and his entire class. He was so tired of it that he wanted to vomit. On second thought, it was ridiculous that he had done stupid things like accepting missions and then fighting ten mission monsters for a few years.

Better to be lazy than to do such a stupid thing!

However, it probably wouldn’t make me lazy all the time.

Meddling in the real world required food, sleep, and clothes. It didn’t seem to allow him to sit under the pine tree and stare into space.

He stood up slowly, thinking: The first thing I should do is find a human-populated town, right? I have to get food and a place to sleep first.

Suddenly, in the distance, there was a ferocious roar. It sounded like a wyvern, and then there was a huge explosion. This time it was the sound of fire magic.

Robb looked in the direction of the sound. A great sheet of fire shot into the sky.

Then the wyvern he’d seen earlier took to the air, spinning as it flew. A few rapid-fire arrows flew up from the ground, but it dodged them or swatted them down with its wings. Then, with a snarl, it charged the ground again.

“Oh? So the three of them were fighting the wyvern?”

Robb had seen this kind of thing many times. As he walked through the game, he often saw teams of players fighting wild mini-bosses. He really had no interest in getting involved.

However, he needed to find a town where humans lived. He needed to find food and a place to live. Instead of searching blindly, he might as well ask the three men.

The Warrior seemed to have asked him earlier, “Are you a resident of Westwind?” From this, he deduced that there was a town called Westwind nearby. He might as well ask them how to get there.

Robb strode toward where the three men were fighting the wyvern.