abnormal mutation

Chapter 53 Er Gou
Thinking about the simulated battles, Roland suddenly realized something was wrong.

A simulated match consumes 1 Spirit Glimmer or 10 Spirit Points, while 100 Spirit Glimmers and two Extraordinary Traits are needed to summon a piece.

In other words, the spirituality of a low-sequence extraordinary being is equivalent to 1000 points of mental attribute, which is obviously impossible, since Roland has spiritual perception with just over 100 points of mental power.

'It must be that the spiritual quality of ordinary people is too poor, far inferior to that of spiritual beings. A flying insect with only three points of spiritual light is stronger than an ordinary person with 30 points of spiritual light.' This conclusion is a bit hard to accept; ordinary humans coming to the spirit world can't even defeat insects.

He felt that his spiritual power had undergone a qualitative change, and even if it was not as good as his spirituality, it shouldn't be too far off.

'Give them all to the energy pool.' The rune seeds didn't react much earlier, so they probably only like stronger spirit creatures.

With a thought, he pulverized all the insect corpses with his force field, turning them into countless starlight that danced and flowed into the energy pool.

Spiritual Glimmer: +3, +3...

Exceptional Trait: +0.1, +0.1...

Including the previous one, the number of Spiritual Glimmers increased by 45, bringing the total to over two hundred. The Extraordinary Trait increased by 0.4 units. Since it is from the same genus and not dispersed, it is still less than 0.6 units away from one unit.

"The extraordinary is within reach, let's get started." Roland was greatly encouraged. If we are too complacent, development will be slow. It is necessary to take small risks every now and then.

He found the Wheel of Oblivion in the corner. It showed that it was midnight, three hours before dawn. He deliberately went back to the real world to check the time, and the two were basically consistent, indicating that the Wheel of Oblivion was just as punctual in the spirit world.

He wore the pocket watch directly on his body; now that he was considered an extraordinary being, he should be able to handle it.

However, his luck ran out. He tried to summon a spirit creature twice but failed. The second page of the contract was completely destroyed, leaving him with four pages.

He didn't know the value of the contract, but it certainly wasn't cheap. While feeling the pinch, he was also conflicted about whether it was worth it, so he decided to temporarily put aside this luxurious hunting method.

It was nearly midnight.

'Make money first; we can't let our chosen workers sit idle.'

The chessboard shifted, and in the blink of an eye, the Dragon's Nest and the Fat Fire Dragon reappeared. The two wolves merged with Roland to avoid being exposed.

He closed his eyes slightly and used the chessboard to sense the seven mediums that he had sent out. This time, it took very little time, and he could even vaguely sense the holder's general state, whether they were awake or asleep, through the mediums.

This is a huge step forward, and if it continues to grow, it's not impossible for it to directly investigate the exact situation of the holders.

The chessboard trembled, and a force field shot out, splitting into seven streams that fell into the real world. Moments later, six people responded in succession, drawn by the force field into the spirit world and flying rapidly toward the chessboard.

When all six figures appeared on the platform, the last one still did not respond, so Roland gave up and stopped persisting.

'It feels like it's asleep, why isn't it responding? Could it be an extraordinary being?' He was puzzled, but he knew he would encounter this sooner or later, and he was mentally prepared.

"Welcome to Cloud Peak, chosen ones! I am the guide, Fatty Dragon..."

It's the same old routine, except the number of people has increased from three to six. The hunter, the spider, and the knight are all there, and the other three are two men and one woman.

The oldest was a middle-aged man who called himself Chabono, a 41-year-old businessman codenamed The Wanderer. He was of medium height, chubby, and had a thick red beard. Judging from his appearance, he was probably from the south.

He referred to anyone who wasn't from the North as a Southerner.

The young man, who identified himself as Herman Michelson, 29 years old, a hunter, was less than 1.7 meters tall with long arms, gray hair, and black eyes. He was quite handsome, yet he gave himself the peculiar codename: "Two Dogs." The only woman was named Joyce, 19 years old, codenamed Rose. Her features weren't particularly delicate, but they combined to create a captivating charm. Her mature style and demeanor, coupled with her stunning figure, made her very eye-catching.

All three people were unfamiliar faces; at least Roland hadn't seen them much before. They must all be from out of town, which was exactly what he expected.

The newcomers were nervous, but they had better mental fortitude and adaptability than the previous two groups.

The three old men each had their own thoughts: they were worried about the increased competition, yet also felt their chances of winning had greatly increased. The unknown opponents in the simulated battles were so strong it was despairing, but if it were eight newcomers, they could still win with a bit of luck.

After Roland finished explaining the rules as usual, he gave everyone five minutes to think, while he hid in a corner to observe.

Spider and Hunter were cautious, but Knight Walter fell for Rose's sweet talk within the second minute, sharing everything he knew. The two chatted happily in a corner.

Roland secretly scorned Walter. If he was this smug even though he couldn't see her face clearly, he would have fallen head over heels for her if they met in person.

The newcomer and Er Gou unexpectedly hit it off, hooking up after only three eye contact, making Spider and Hunter seem all alone.

Time flowed silently, and a few minutes later, the chessboard suddenly began to vibrate. The bubble expanded rapidly, its edges stretching further and further away. A huge circular floating platform appeared in the center of the bubble, and then eight chessboards of different shapes materialized around it, each occupying a side.

With so many players this time, there weren't enough Dragon's Nest skins, so Roland simply added a few Mythical Chessboards and randomly assigned them.

A giant countdown appeared in the sky, and at the same time, the chubby fire dragon's silly voice rang out: "Ten sands to go, all chosen ones, please prepare yourselves."

A few seconds later, the text disappeared, and the six people were pulled to the central platform by an irresistible force, next to two animal-shaped robot simulators.

Roland did not participate; his attention was focused on the data of several people.

The hunter hasn't fully recovered and will need at least another day or two; it seems excessive mental strain is indeed undesirable. The knight and the spider have recovered well, but to prevent their mental strength from dropping below 10, Walter will definitely need to take turns resting today.

【Rose - Joyce, Life: 134/134, Spirit: 28/28】

【The Wanderer - Chabono, Life: 116/116, Spirit: 21/21】

[Ergou-Herman, HP: 153/153, Psychic: 43/43]

Among the three newcomers, Er Gou's mental stat was exceptionally high. He was the only human with a mental stat exceeding 30. He had previously thought that the mental stat cap for ordinary people was 30.

The other two did not bring him any surprises; the homeless man was too old and in poor physical and mental condition.

The simulated match began quickly, with Roland playing four games tonight, with a ten-minute break in between. The cost was borne by the three newcomers and Wright.

With each version different, Legends of Runeterra, Spirits in the Painting, Darkness and Light, and Rise of the Elements appeared one after another, completely bewildering the six players. Just when they were starting to get a feel for it, the version changed, leaving them completely unable to predict what would happen.

The top two spots were consistently held by two simulated robots, and the six people took turns being number eight, so they had absolutely no chance.

Roland didn't care. He could get six spiritual glimmers in each game, which was 24 in one night. He was making a fortune every day, something he never dared to dream of before.

After the six workers left with mixed feelings, he lay down on the control panel and drifted off to sleep. He had had a very fruitful day and was in a great mood.

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