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In stark contrast to the oppressive silence of the Stone Clan camp.

Inside the large bone house assigned to the players by the Bone Clan, the atmosphere was so lively it felt like a victory celebration.

The campfire crackled and popped in the stone pit in the center of the house, casting the flickering shadows of seven strong men onto the rough bone walls.

"Stop standing there, you bastards! Count your money!" Niu Kuang plopped down on the largest piece of animal hide, slapping his large, fan-like hand on his thigh with a loud "smack," his voice booming, "Let me see how much we've skimmed off today!"

"I'll go first! I'll go first!"

Tie Dan was the first to jump up from the ground. His shiny bald head gleamed in the firelight. He excitedly stretched out two thick fingers, spitting as he spoke.

"Guess how many points I got today?" He kept everyone in suspense, but before anyone could ask, he revealed the answer himself, his tone filled with barely suppressed pride, "At the carpenter's shop, my wooden hammer really shone today, earning me fifteen points!"

"Plus, I also had my bones refined here, so I got seven points!"

Tie Dan puffed out his chest and announced the final number: "Total, twenty-two points!"

"Wow—"

A chorus of exclamations and cheers erupted from inside the room.

"Holy crap! Brother Tiedan is awesome!"

"Twenty-two points a day? That's equivalent to someone working two days' worth of work!"

"Wooden Hammer is amazing! It's a divine pet!"

Amidst the lavish praise from the crowd, Tie Dan scratched his bald head, chuckling to himself, his face beaming with pride.

Everyone's gaze immediately and in unison turned to the corner.

There, Er Mao was leaning against the ribs of an unknown giant beast, in a lazy posture, playing with a small, smooth bone fragment that had been polished, as if it were none of his business.

"Brother Er Mao, what about you?" someone couldn't help but ask.

Er Mao didn't even lift his eyelids, and his voice still carried the same weariness as always, as if he had seen through the vanity of the world.

"Logging yields 60% of the profits, 15 points."

"Grind the bones, seven o'clock."

"Added together, it's the same as Tie Dan."

same?

same!

Also twenty-two points!

"I rely on!"

"Er Mao is awesome too!"

"The saw wheel is practically a logging machine! Fifteen cents a day, even with a 60% discount, it's still so much!"

"We have two big dads in our team!"

Praises poured in, but Er Mao merely pursed his lips; he didn't care. However, he didn't dislike the feeling either.

Chapter 210 Locke the Miner I

"okay."

Niu Kuang's voice rang out again, drowning out the noise inside the room.

He stood up, tapped his thick fingers in the air, and began to do mental calculations, his bull-like eyes gleaming with a shrewdness that belied his rugged appearance.

"Tie Dan, 22 points. Er Mao, 22 points. Your combined total is 44 points!"

His voice echoed in the empty bone house, carrying an undeniable penetrating power.

"The remaining four of you each scored an average of eight points, that's thirty-two points!"

Niu Kuang's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on himself. He pointed to his chest with his thumb and grinned arrogantly.

"As for me, although I don't have any pets to help me, I have plenty of strength! Today, I managed to grind out sixteen minutes of work!"

He went through all the numbers in his mind, then clapped his hands together, making a loud bang.

"Forty-four, plus thirty-two, plus sixteen!"

Niu Kuang took a deep breath, as if he were about to announce something earth-shattering, and roared it out at the top of his lungs.

"Our total score today is a whopping ninety-two points!"

Ninety-two!

This number was like a thunderclap, exploding in the ears of all the team members!

The room was first deathly silent, then erupted into cheers that were more intense than ever before!

"Ninety-two points! My God!"

"We're almost at 100 points in a day?"

"Who the hell can handle this?!"

Niu Kuang stood with his hands on his hips, looking at his group of howling underlings, his smile growing increasingly arrogant and smug.

This is exactly the effect he wanted!

"Listen up, all of you!" Niu Kuang's voice drowned out all the cheers. "We have Tie Dan's big hammer and Er Mao's big saw. That's our trump card! While others are still struggling to work, we've already started crushing them with our professional skills!"

He glanced around, his eyes looking disdainful.

"With our ability to earn points, who cares about the Legal Association or those few girls!"

"Let's see how they can compare to us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the emotions of all the team members in the room were completely ignited. They raised their arms high and roared with all their might, venting their worship for their leader to the fullest extent.

"Brother Niu is awesome!"

"The Mad Bull Guild is number one in the world!"

The flickering firelight illuminated their excited, flushed faces.

The third day, early morning.

As the first soft rays of light pierced through the canopy of the giant tree, Pandonog awoke from its slumber.

Inside the Bone Clan's main house, Tie Dan and the others were still basking in the excitement of yesterday's surge in points, boasting enthusiastically about their pet's incredible prowess.

Inside the Stone Clan camp, Song Chen's expression was cold and stern, and the lingering gloom from the previous night made the surrounding air feel particularly oppressive.

Inside the wooden cabin, Murong Jiao and her three companions had already tidied up and were ready to face the challenges of the new day.

However, just as the three groups were about to set off for their respective "workstations"—

hum!

Everyone's task panel lit up with a dazzling golden light, and a new line of bold text appeared at the top.

A special competition event has begun – please head to Pandonog Market, where the chieftains of the three races await you.

In addition, a summary of the points for the three teams is also released:

Wood tribe: 77+83=160

Bone Clan: 49 + 92 = 141

Stone Clan: 71 + 91 = 162

"What the hell?" Niu Kuang had just stuffed a piece of roasted meat into his mouth when he saw this line of text. He froze, almost choking.

"Our score is currently at the bottom?" another team member asked, puzzled after seeing the score.

“It’s okay, it’s just because we scored less on the first day, but we’ll get faster and faster later on,” another team member said.

On the other side, Song Chen's brows relaxed and then furrowed again.

They let go because they are still in the lead.

He frowned because although his total score was high, his individual score was low.

But as he looked at this special competition at this stage, a subtle glint of light flashed in his eyes.

opportunity!

"What's going on here?" At the door of the log cabin, Murong Jiao stood with her hands on her hips, her yellow pigtails swinging in a lively arc, her face full of confusion.

“We’ll find out when we get there.” Murong Sha’s tone remained calm, but her blue eyes revealed a hint of cool analysis. “However, I think this is a good thing for us. If we continue to work and earn points every day like yesterday, it will probably be difficult for us to win this week.”

Where there are variables, there are opportunities!

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Soon, the three teams, totaling eighteen players, arrived at the central market of Pandonog.

The once bustling market was now deserted, except for the three tribal chiefs—Flying Axe of the Wood Tribe, Turing of the Stone Tribe, and Big Bone of the Bone Tribe—standing side by side with solemn expressions, as if awaiting an important ceremony.

"May I ask, esteemed clan leaders," Song Chen stepped forward first, straightening his collar and resuming his composed and elite demeanor, "what exactly is this special competition event referring to?"

Chief Turing of the Stone Clan stepped forward. He was the most robust of them all, and his voice was as steady as the clash of stones: "Back then, when the adorable Elf King Barton planted the Guardian Tree for us, the power that escaped merged with this land, creating several special small spaces."

"And these small spaces have evolved into 'games' that only warriors like you who possess magical powers can participate in."

"What you need to do is compete through these games."

Turing paused, his cloudy gaze sweeping over the crowd: "Come with us first. You'll understand when you see that game."

After saying this, the three clan leaders turned and led the way.

Filled with doubt, the group followed them through the market to the edge of the tribe, approaching the huge totem wishing wall.

Here, a giant rock, about the size of a tabletop, with its surface covered in strange crystal patterns, stands quietly.

“That’s it,” Turing said, pointing to the boulder. “Touch it with your hands to trigger the game.”

The group looked at each other in bewilderment. In the end, Song Chen was the first to step forward and place his palm on the cold stone surface.

Next came Lin Sen, Niu Kuang, Murong Jiao...

The moment everyone's hands touched the boulder, the mission panel lit up again.