“Oh, someone who understands!” It seems that Ms. Fairellen prefers barley tea. She flew down on top of our table, took out fairy-sized cutlery, and sang the praises of barley with an intense look on her face. “I’ll take barley tea, please.”
“Don’t just show up and demand tea!”
Ah, Ms. Clementia is lashing at her with her vines.
Us players chatted among ourselves and exchanged information for a while.
“Ha ha ha ha! It’s me, everyone!” Mr. Yatsuzuka greets us.
“I’m Mitake, everybody. The event has nearly concluded.”
“We’ll have another one of our regular updates in November!”
“The update will include things such as new communities, adjustments to size settings, tweaks to inhuman races’ weak elements, adding weapon sets, adding new teachers to learn from, and more.”
“You can check our website for all the deets!”
“Okay!” the players cheer.
“Our Christmas event will also take place in November.”
“November?”
“That’s because you’re getting a New Year’s event in December!”
“Ah, that makes sense.”
“Well, it’s not called ‘Christmas’ here in this world, but that’s basically the equivalent!”
“All right then, everyone. Congratulations on the successful event.”
“Thanks!” the players reply.
“You’ll get to see the other event threads on the BBS pretty soon!”
Fourth official event: Halloween is now complete.
Cumulative score: S. Now distributing rewards.
You may now teleport to the regular servers through the event UI.
After five minutes, players will be forcibly teleported, and the current field will be closed.
Oh, another S clear with 150k gold? I’ll have to make the adventurers’ union my first stop.
I return to the regular server, swing by the nearest union, deposit my money, return to my home, and begin to craft revival medicine. I’ll busy myself with this until it’s time to leave, since I have to make enough for my friends too.
Once I’m finished, I meet the others at a designated spot.
“Much appreciated.”
“Thank you!”
“Okay, ready to go hunting?” Mr. Alf asks.
“Yeah! I wonder if we’ll evolve at level 50,” Mr. Skelly speculates.
We head out together, twins and all, to go hunting as a party.
“But where should we go?” asks Mr. Alf.
“A dungeon, right?” suggests Mr. Skelly.
“We could go to the western dungeon while we have so many magic users in our party,” I add.
“Yep, we have magic users, but not ones who hit their weakness,” Mr. Skelly responds.
The western dungeon is full of animal and insect enemies. They’re weak to fire, but our party doesn’t use that element.
“I’d gladly go to the ruins in the south if I was alone,” I tell them.
“Where the robots are? Right, they drop magi iron. That’s actually pretty nice,” Mr. Alf replies.
“But it’s not safe when the twins are with us. Besides, all the enemies are long-range attackers,” I argue.
“But they don’t jump up, so what’s the issue? Were there AOE attacks too?” Mr. Skelly asks.
“The annihilation models do have those grenade launchers and multi-warhead missiles. But we have Mr. Alf, so perhaps, adding one servant as a shield would be enough to protect us.”
“I forget. Can you reflect those missiles?” Mr. Alf asks me.
“I can. That usually kills the target within two hits.”
“I’m sure the twins would enjoy the northern dungeon, but it’s a pain for the rest of us, so let’s skip it,” Mr. Skelly declares.
“Sounds like it’s the ruins or bust. All right, let’s get going then.”
“Okay!” the twins reply.
We’ll be leveling up in the ruins dungeon located in the Dinait Empire.
“Hang on, I want to get my laundry started before we hit the dungeon,” says Mr. Skelly.
“Oh, good idea,” Mr. Alf replies.
“In that case, I’ll do a bit of stretching. Shall we regroup in ten minutes?”
“Sounds good. I guess I’ll hit the bathroom real quick,” says Mr. Alf.
“Got it!” the twins chime in.
We teleport to the dungeon before logging out briefly. Once I finish stretching and using the bathroom, I log back in a bit early.
“Okay, let’s get killin’!” says Mr. Skelly.
“Yep.”
“I’m ready to begin,” I let them know.
“Same here!” say the twins.
Since I was the last one to arrive, we can start hunting now. Our goal is for every member to gain at least one level. It shouldn’t take too long after gaining all that EXP during the event.
As an off tank, I’ll handle one enemy on my own if they come in a group. That way, I can level up Unparalleled Style: Blade.
“This is a breeze for you, isn’t it?” Mr. Skelly asks me.
“This dungeon is also perfect for the skills I want to level up. My defensive spells are a bit slow, but I can still level them here.”
“That makes sense, since the enemies do so much shooting. But I’d die here if I was alone,” says Mr. Skelly.
His health slowly gets chipped away, even when he blocks with a great shield. It’s very hard to dodge the random bullets from enemies, so the ruins dungeon is quite tricky without a lot of HP.
The biggest problem is how our spells are treated as non-elemental. Most tanks will focus on physical defense in this dungeon. Since a lot of enemy spells miss, you’ll lose HP the fastest by facing physical attacks head-on. However, it’s impossible to use Reflect Shield on standard enemy attacks due to its long cooldown time. In the end, it’s really all in the hands of our tanks.
“We got it!” the twins suddenly cry.
“Congrats,” says Mr. Alf.
“Good job!” Mr. Skelly echoes.
“Congratulations, you two.”
The twins finally managed to reach level 40. It happened so quickly, didn’t it?
This game doesn’t contain any paid items that grant EXP, but since these two play as extra races, their equipment grants them an EXP bonus instead. It’s not a huge buff, but it definitely adds up over time.
“Hmm?” The twins seem surprised about something.
“What’s up?” Mr. Skelly asks.
“There’s different stuff for this evolution!”
“Really?” Mr. Skelly and Mr. Alf reply simultaneously.
“Do you have to meet certain conditions to evolve?” I ask.
“Take a look,” they share.
“What the hell?” the men cry in unison.
The text on their screen reads, “Now loading past words and actions…” I didn’t know there were evolution conditions like these. I could see myself running into the same thing. Should I keep this in mind going forward? Or is it too much to focus on?
I think I’ll ignore it for now. Whatever happens, happens.
“Innocent Router!”
“Innocent Harvester!”
“Evolving with innocence?” the men ask, puzzled.
Well, yes, they’re only first years in junior high, after all.
I would usually assume that the “innocent” portion changes depending on the player, but the twins already belonged to an extra race in the first place. Something like Mr. Alf’s race seems the type to change based on the player.
We watch the twins evolve before proceeding onward. Next up should be Mr. Skelly, Mr. Alf, or me.
Your race level has increased.
Oh, it was my turn?
“Congrats!” cheer the twins and Mr. Skelly.
“Nice going,” says Mr. Alf.
“Thank you. One more and I’ll be able to evolve. Although…”
“Are the tables looking bad?” Mr. Skelly asks.
“Yes, it feels like quite a lot of EXP needed to get there.”
“I don’t know if we’re gonna hit it either,” says. Mr. Alf.
Either way, let’s just keep going for now!
Ah, I know that sound. An annihilation model is approaching.
“Focus on projectiles, Lizzy,” I order.
“Can you reflect, Alf?” Mr. Skelly asks.
“Yeah. It’s coming our way.”
“Okay, then we’ll jump in for the second half,” he replies.
“Got it.”
“We’re on standby!” the twins confirm.
The annihilation model can be a real headache if you mess up, so the twins start by floating up in the air and waiting. Ms. Trine can set up mines, at least. We decide on a direction to flee in case the enemy charges, and then we stand our ground.
I’ll reflect attacks from the grenade launcher while Mr. Alf uses his great shield to reflect the missiles. The normal attacks will do nothing more than fuel our motivation.
“It’s really easy to hear it coming,” says Mr. Alf.
“Well, we deserve a little mercy from that thing!” Mr. Skelly replies.
“It would be quite difficult to have it show up silently,” I chime in.
“What if the higher-level ones learn to silence their moves?” Mr. Skelly asks.
“That would be more like an assassination model,” Mr. Alf retorts.
I doubt we could dodge its charges if it showed up while we were fighting something else. Waves of missiles would hurt too. How would we be able to predict who gets hit and who doesn’t?
Reflecting the grenades results in no hits, so I switch to repelling them away instead.
The fight doesn’t seem to be a problem when done in a party. Only the charge attacks require a bit more work.
“Got it!” Mr. Alf and Mr. Skelly cry at the same time.
“Congratulations, you two.”
“Congrats!”
Mr. Skelly evolves from a Nether Lich into an Abyss Lich. Mr. Alf evolves from an Abyss Dullahan into an Evernight Dullahan.
So the elite evolution order mentioned in that book appears to go from Nether, to Abyss, to Evernight. I made it to the afterlife as undead, and I’m guessing Afterlife comes after Evernight.
“We reached our goal for today. What now?” Mr. Alf asks.
“Why don’t we keep going until someone has to log off and eat?” Mr. Skelly suggests.
“That’s all right with me,” I reply.
“Yeah!” the twins agree.
“Okay, then let’s do it.”
We continue to hunt until the first person needs to leave.
After I have dinner and take my bath, I work on making more revival medicine to replenish everyone’s stock until it’s time to go to sleep. I’ll look into Fist of Yog-Sothoth and potions for undead while I’m playing solo tomorrow. Right now, I can’t waste this opportunity where demand for revival medicine will be higher than ever.
The official event made today feel like it went on forever.
Now it’s time for bed. Good night.