The three of them had long noticed that special street-strutting show-off title, but couldn’t figure out what Brian Carter meant.

Brian Carter simply opened up the title panel, and this time the three of them saw it clearly.

Divine Skill Master: The exclusive title for the first player on the server to obtain an S-level skill, a symbol of honor and status. While wearing this title, player HP +100, MP +100...

100 points of HP and MP might not mean much in the late game, but in the very early stages, the effects of this title are incredibly practical. You have to know that as an MT, Cody only has 20 HP at level 1, while right now Little Jason at level 1 actually has 110 HP—he’s basically a tank.

“So that’s why the server’s first title has this effect. Now I finally understand why those damn closed beta players all went crazy trying to get the server’s first achievement.” The Carter Chief suddenly realized, his expression as if he’d been living as a dog all this time.

Next, the five of them launched a frenzied slaughter against the wandering orcs.

Relying on Brian Carter’s overpowered S skill, even though none of the five had any weapons or equipment, they still had no pressure at all.

After killing five monsters, Brian Carter used up 100 MP and had to sit down to recover mana.

He asked, “Second Carter, you’re the expert—should I buy some mana potions?”

After leaving combat, without any mana recovery equipment, players recover 1 MP per second. To recover 100 mana points takes nearly two minutes, which is a bit of a waste of time. If you buy magic bread from the NPC shop, you can recover 100 mana in 10 seconds, which is much more efficient.

Sammy shook his head. “No, one magic bread costs a copper coin, that’s too expensive. Anyway, this game uses stamina, and we’ve got plenty of time. We can chat while leveling up. Save your 100 copper coins—you might need them for something big.”

Fantasy isn’t the kind of game where you can grind monsters endlessly. Killing monsters or doing quests both consume stamina, and once you run out, you won’t get any more experience from any monsters. This setup has its downsides, but it also prevents severe polarization. Otherwise, those soft girl players who hire boosters to play 24/7 would leave office workers and students far behind in level.

Before the level 10 class change, players from level 1 to 9 all have 100 stamina points. Each reputation quest consumes 10 stamina. According to tests by veteran players, doing nine reputation quests can get a new character to level 5. The remaining 10 stamina is just enough to challenge a five-person mini-dungeon, which can only be attempted once per day.

Sammy did the math—at most, it would take three hours to finish nine reputation quests, so there’s no need to waste money on magic bread.

In less than 20 minutes, all the dozens of little monsters in the camp were wiped out. That elite orc with 100 HP had no advantage at all against a tank like Brian Carter with 110 HP, and couldn’t withstand the five-man onslaught—he died in just a few seconds.

During this process, no one got any equipment, nor did any game currency drop.

Still, everyone was full of anticipation.

Completing a reputation quest not only gives a generous amount of experience, but also guarantees a faction treasure chest as a reward.

Opening this kind of chest gives a high chance of getting copper coins, and a smaller chance of getting weapons or equipment.

The five guys who got the chests were all excited. Sammy’s voice was trembling a bit: “We’re probably the first ones in Telecom Server 2 to get a chest. I heard the first person to open a chest has a higher chance of getting a weapon…”

Hearing this, The Carter Chief jumped up: “Wait, let’s light some incense for Ms. Carter first!”

Chapter 010: Preparing for Nine Consecutive Pulls

On top of the wardrobe in Dorm 301, there was a poster of a legendary Japanese AV actress.

In the picture, Ms. Carter’s smile was always so sweet and charming.

In front of the poster, the four animals of 301 wore devout expressions, each holding a cigarette in their hands, as if performing a ritual incense offering.

“Ms. Carter, please bless your followers. My happiness down below depends on you.”

The Carter Chief looked the most devout, bowing three times to the poster.

“Ms. Carter, I used to have no faith. But because of you, I found my faith. Please don’t let me lose my way.”

Dylan looked world-weary, and also bowed three times.

“Ms. Carter, if you don’t give me a weapon, I won’t love you anymore.”

Sammy didn’t look like a believer at all—more like a hooligan threatening a delicate girl.

“Ms. Carter, your cheapness is my cheapness, it’s up to you.”

Brian Carter’s prayer was short, and as soon as he finished, he couldn’t wait to open his chest.

Who knew The Carter Chief was even faster—he spun around, clicked the mouse, and quickly opened his chest.

“Damn it!” came a miserable howl—The Carter Chief was almost in tears: “Just three copper coins, what’s the point?”

“I’m done loving, I don’t believe in love anymore.” Sammy was quite depressed—he only got two copper coins.

“That’s what you get for rushing, for showing off. How many times have I told you, don’t be hasty with luck-based stuff. Big Cody, crow later next time…” Dylan looked smug, like a domineering CEO: “Let’s see what I got?”

The buddies crowded around, and sure enough, Dylan had actually gotten a piece of equipment.

Worn Short Boots of the Wandering Mage: Movement Speed +2, Physical Defense +1, Magic Defense +1.

The Carter Chief burst out laughing: “Come on, just a pair of trash shoes—what are you showing off for?”