Players’ NPC daddy

Chapter 2156 Orc Curse Chapter 18
"It's over, everything is over."

Dali Feizhuan lay sprawled on the hard wooden table, like a corpse.

No wonder he was so dejected and chose to give up so decisively. The current situation is like they finally found a way to save the world, but they can't move forward because they can't find the way.

Nightmare Stones only drop from Nightmare-series monsters, which are categorized under the Fairy Tale series.

Just as equipment and items are classified into low-level, high-level, fairy tale level, legendary level, mythical level, and world level, the ecosystem itself is also divided into these six levels. Humans belong to the low-level ecosystem, while ordinary monsters belong to the high-level ecosystem.

Higher-level monsters, such as griffins, hydras, and dragons, belong to the legendary and mythical ecosystems. The higher the level, the higher the rarity. Surprisingly, the fairy tale ecosystem is second only to the yet-to-be-existed world-class ecosystem in rarity.

Fairytale-level ecosystems are not existing ecosystems, but rather ecosystems that randomly appear after certain conditions are met, interspersed among other ecosystems, and the conditions for their generation are highly abstract.

Take the Nightmare series of monsters, for example. They are born from the nightmares of life, and the conditions for their birth are naturally a large number of life forms having nightmares.

In other words, to obtain the Nightmare Stone, one needs not only a large number of beings in a region to simultaneously experience nightmares for several days, creating a Nightmare Environment, but also to enter the Nightmare Environment to search for and eliminate the Nightmares within it.

It's not surprising that it's so rare, since it's an item that can increase the drop rate of a specific item.

While finding Nightmare Stones might be somewhat feasible, finding Fallen Archbishops and Fallen Legion Commanders is truly not so easy.

Despite the Holy Cross Church having a history of thousands of years, and the Crusades spanning almost the entirety of human history, with hundreds or even dozens of corrupt archbishops and legion commanders, heretics were always the Crusades' primary targets, and few corrupt ones ever saw the sun rise again.

Not to mention that the Holy Cross Church is suspected of having a mastermind behind it all. Unless the corruption of the archbishop and the legionary commander is in the mastermind's interest, they will definitely be dealt with quickly by the mastermind.

No matter what game it is, the most difficult part of defeating a boss is always finding the boss.

Compared to the dejected Flying Brick, Kate the Cat and the Little Angel, though equally unsure of what to do, took action first, leading the Tank Warrior on a quest to obtain the Paladin.

Others also do church quests to build reputation.

Dali Feizhuan did want to do something, but he had been online for several hours. Considering that his current activities were aimed at saving the family business, he decided to consider this time as overtime.

The thought of working overtime made him feel even more justified in slacking off.

"Ok?"

Dali Feizhuan felt a flash of lightning on his forehead. He sensed a gaze upon him and sat up abruptly. He looked around and saw that everyone was staring at him. Every passerby stopped and turned to look at him.

"What's going on? Did you encounter a ghost all day?"

Mighty Flying Brick took out a bag of coarse salt, intending to use his power, blessed by the Sky Giant, to throw the salt and exorcise the ghost through both physical and magical means.

However, he soon realized he had misunderstood; the passersby were not looking at him, but at a child standing in front of him.

The child was so short, not even as tall as the table, that he couldn't see the child whether he was lying on the table or sitting up.

Dali Feizhuan subconsciously examined the little boy. He had no identifying name and was, unsurprisingly, just an ordinary NPC.

The passersby stopped to watch, clearly worried that the stranger with such low international standing might harm the curious child. Dali, who was throwing bricks, remained motionless, afraid that any movement would be misunderstood as an attempt to hurt the child.

As a result, because he remained motionless and had a tense expression, the passersby around him visibly became nervous.

A guttural scream of hunger emanated from the child's abdomen.

"hungry?"

The child clutched his stomach and nodded.

"That's terrible." Dali Feizhuan scratched the back of his head. The culture he inherited made it impossible for him to ignore a child's hunger.

"Let's go eat there."

Dali Feizhuan looked at the church's alms tent. Usually around noon, the nuns would cook porridge with whatever ingredients they could put in it and give it to the hungry.

This kind of almsgiving does not discriminate; anyone who goes to the tent can receive a bowl of porridge.

In other places, this system would probably have fostered a group of lazy people who live off the porridge they receive as charity.

But the Holy Cross Church is different. More than 90% of its citizens are devout believers and would not do things that violate doctrine and faith, such as being lazy and gluttonous. And because more than 90% of the population are believers, if the remaining 10% violate doctrine, they will have nowhere to hide.

In a sense, this social structure is incredibly stable. When a child like this comes before a stranger who has a low social standing and is considered quite dangerous, other passersby will stare at him.

Dali Feizhuan had no bad intentions, so he was completely open and honest. To avoid misunderstandings from those around him, he deliberately didn't hold the child's hand.

It was almost time for the nuns to cook the porridge, and when they went over, the nuns were carrying the ingredients.

Unlike other works that often depict nuns as plump, the nuns of the Holy Cross Church are generally very thin, and their devout faith leads them to always prioritize giving food to others.

One of the nuns seemed exhausted; her legs gave way, and her body swayed as if she were about to collapse.

With a powerful leap, Dali Feizhu reached out and used the back of his hand to support the nun.

"Are you OK."

"Oh!" The nun let out a small scream, quickly stood up straight, and bowed repeatedly to apologize to the flying brick, while hiding the bag of rice in her hand behind her back.

"Sorry, sorry, I didn't mean to! Don't steal our rice!"

Dali Feizhuan's expression was a bit stiff. Wasn't it supposed to be that players in the Holy Cross Kingdom had a better reputation?

It's one thing for passersby to worry that he might hurt the child, but his clothes and appearance certainly didn't seem like those of a good person. Why would someone be suspected of trying to steal something, especially a patched rice bag, just because he kindly offered to help?

"Who, who would steal something like this?" Dali Feizhuan felt he needed to prove himself.

"First, a group of strangers called Azazel."

"Tsk, those guys." Mighty Brick's expression darkened.

If he had to choose one word to describe this group of people, he would use four letters.

SHIT.

(End of this chapter)