Chapter 79.2: New Race Unlocked?

Chapter 79.2: New Race Unlocked?

A female human attendant hurriedly bent down and strained to get a look outside.

Soon, she, too, exclaimed in shock and staggered up weakly.

Compared to the generally emaciated orcs wearing muzzles, shackles, and handcuffs, human attendants seemed somewhat plumper, and both men and women had a healthy complexion.

However, in truth, these seemingly ample human attendants were no healthier than the orcs. Human attendants were also kept in a state of prolonged hunger, weakening them to reduce the risk of harming guests. Moreover, both male and female attendants were fed with fattening drugs originally intended for livestock so that the appearance of their bodies satisfied guests.

In the eyes of Weisshem dealers, merchandise was just merchandise, and no mercy was shown just because the goods were fellow humans.

After several minutes of commotion outside, the screams began to subside, and the urgent footsteps resumed.

Click.

The door to the waiting room, which could only be opened from the outside, was pushed open.

Outside stood a group of fierce-looking strangers wielding various weapons and dressed in different styles of armor that were drenched in blood.

"Those who wish to escape, hurry up and run!" shouted the man who had opened the door to the waiting area as he tossed a bunch of keys inside before hastily leaving with his companions.

The attendants in the waiting area were momentarily stunned, but several human attendants closest to the door rushed out without any hesitation.

Several orcs ecstatically pounced on the bunch of keys on the ground.

Seeing this, the dark-haired boy quickly led Lyka toward the orcs who were helping each other remove their restraints.

There were no unique keys for each shackle the orcs wore, just four different models, and the correct key size would unlock them. These orcs, who had not seen the open sky for months, or even years, hurriedly released the shackles. Some ran out alone, while others huddled together with familiar faces.

The dark-haired boy found the right key to unlock Lyka's shackles, and after releasing the chains, he grabbed her arm and ran.

As the two ran out of the holding area, they saw at least a dozen bodies of enforcers strewn in disarray along the corridor.

The corpses were still there, but the enforcers' weapons were nowhere to be seen, and it was unclear who had taken them.

The two continued further down the corridor and saw an enforcer lying on the ground, still breathing, with wounds all over his body and a sword by his side. The dark-haired boy wasted no time and picked up the sword. Seeing this, Lyka picked up a dropped round shield as well.

Continuing their desperate escape, the pair turned several corners and came upon a human attendant who had collapsed in exhaustion.

As they passed by this human attendant, who was gasping for breath after running through a few corridors, the dark-haired boy hesitated for a bit. But, in the end, he steeled himself and pulled Lyka... Only she would be of use to him in escape.

The visibly plump figures of human attendants, a result of the "fattening drugs," couldn't hide the fact that they, too, had suffered from hunger and deprivation. Relying on their own legs to run was a challenging endeavor for them.

The pair weaved through a labyrinth of corridors until they neared the end. The dark-haired youth's expression turned grave when he saw the situation in the lobby and swiftly pulled Lyka back into the corridor to hide.

After catching his breath, the dark-haired youth carefully peeked out.

None of the three had the strength to support each other, so the adult orc took a few seconds to catch his breath before forcing himself to stand and follow after the two youngsters.

Weisshem had only one street, and after climbing out of the kitchen's ventilation duct at the back of the establishment, all that greeted the three escapees was the barren wasteland beyond Weisshem.

Normally, there would be enforcers patrolling the area around the establishment, but the mercenaries who had stormed the place had drawn them away. The trio rested briefly where they had emerged before disappearing into the barren wasteland.

Upon leaving Weisshem, the three of them unwittingly fled in the direction of the Taranthan Wasteland... On the other side was Sorensen, but they didn't have the luxury of such a choice. The caravans that dared to cross through the Sorensen Mountains were known to occasionally engage in slave hunting as a means of extra earnings.

During their hasty escape, the black-haired youth continually encouraged the two orcs, "My comrades had planned to cause a disturbance in the next few days to give me a chance to escape. They've set up a temporary camp in the direction of Taranthan. Finding them will ensure our safety."

Lyka nodded blankly, while the adult orc remained silent. It was evident that he didn't entirely trust the young human but had no better options, given his lack of knowledge about the world outside the establishment and his current physical state.

Their desperate flight continued deep into the night until the three of them could no longer go on. With no other choice, they found a large rock, climbed on top of it, and promptly fell asleep.

October 30, Wednesday, 2 a.m., Earth time.

Taking advantage of night in-game, when advanced NPCs camped for the night to rest, Blossoming Strokes called along Give Me Medicine and a few other comrades to explore the area around the campsite and gather herbs.

"This game is really a pain without maps. Every time I post in the forum asking about it, the official reply is that the game's features will be improved in future updates, but there's absolutely no indication as to when that will happen. It's not that bad in Exile Town as you get familiar with the few streets after a couple of days, but once you're out here, it's all a real mess!" grumbled Give Me Medicine.

Because Blossoming Strokes had taken up apothecary as a lifestyle class, while Give Me Medicine and Qin Guan were honing gathering, Give Me Medicine was currently squatting down on the ground digging while complaining.

"Yeah, the outside maps are huge." A gatherer player nodded in agreement. "Going all the way to Desolate Outpost to pick up civilians the previous time was far enough, but it's even further this time around. And there's still no respawn/teleportation point we can use."

Another player chimed in, "Yeah, not having a respawn point is the worst part. Right now, even Brother Lahong's undead horse express isn't operating. They said the rider got lost when delivering remains the previous time and had to return back to town. And now they can't find the route we took. What the heck, man!"

Venting frustrations about the game and the developers had long become a common pastime for players. Blossoming Strokes, who had brought up the apothecary interface to memorize potion recipes, chuckled when she heard what was said. "Well, since no one dares to run out rampantly for fear of not being able to return if we get logged out, it's at least a good opportunity to practice life skills. Meds, how far are you from Level 2 Gathering?"

"I'm still a long way off. Haven't had much time to practice. Damn, just mentioning it pisses me off. In a normal game, you'd just press the button to interact and wait for the progress to fill. But in this darn game, you have to personally dig, clean the mud off, remove dead leaves and twigs... It's downright inhumane!"

Blossoming Strokes chuckled. "Hey, as an apothecary, I have to memorize recipes myself, you know?"

"S-S-Sis Blossom—!" Another player suddenly jumped up and pointed at a large rock the size of a truck in the near distance. "Look, quick! What is that?!"

Blossoming Strokes gave a casual glance. "Isn't it just a hand, why the big fuss... What the, wait! A hand?!"

Blossoming Strokes immediately closed her apothecary panel, Give Me Medicine hung his trowel back on his waist, and the entire team dashed toward that huge stone.

Climbing a boulder taller than a person posed no challenge to players with their "nimble bodies." In just a few seconds, the team reached the top of the boulder.

On the relatively smooth surface of this boulder lay three individuals.

One was an ordinary human, while the other two were orcs with their greenish skin, pointed ears, and exposed canines.

Blossoming Strokes stared fixedly at the two distinct orcs and clenched her fist excitedly. "—New race unlocked!"