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Chapter 192: Chapter 138: My Lords, I Love War (Three More)_2

Feeling that Tang Mo had surprisingly acquired this skill passively, the First Under Heaven storyteller immediately stopped and, looking in Tang Mo’s direction, nodded in appreciation.

Having drained the complimentary watered wine from the tavern, he wiped the drops from his beard and said to everyone with a cupped fist, “That will be all for today, please, brother, follow me.”

Tang Mo, of course, knew whom the other party was referring to, so he quickly caught up, and the two found a place to drink and be merry, discussing various storytelling techniques and gradually becoming friends despite the difference in their ages.

As the First Under Heaven storyteller had read extensively and possessed countless books at home, Tang Mo temporarily stayed there, responsible only for cleaning the room each day and buying some food, which allowed him to read to his heart’s content.

Here the number of books was countless, most of them being traditional classics of the country, but there were also many Tang Mo had once heard of but had since been lost to history, including records and such.

Although he wasn’t certain about the authenticity of these records, even if they were fabricated, he still read them with joy.

He was fully immersed in these books, delighted and thrilled every day, and yet his own novel still managed to be updated on schedule, much to the amazement of those who knew he was playing video games.

And when Zhao Qin issued the kill order against the Aliens, the First Under Heaven storyteller returned very late, then looked at Tang Mo in front of him and fell silent.

Tang Mo also learned of the news from a group chat.

The two sat opposite each other at a desk, above which lay Tang Mo’s spread-out books and an oil lamp, the flickering light casting changeable shadows on the First Under Heaven storyteller’s face.

Looking at the other, Tang Mo was the first to speak, “Brother, don’t agonize over it, whatever you decide, I’ll support you.”

“Is that true?”

“It’s absolutely true.”

The First Under Heaven storyteller let out a sigh of relief and said, “That’s great, I was worried I wouldn’t be welcomed by your people.”

“Hm?”

“Hm? Brother Tang, weren’t you inviting me to head north and join you in your rebellion?”

“I thought you were agonizing over whether to report me or not?”

“What do you take me for! As a storyteller, what could be more delightful than getting into the action myself! I want to go north with you to see how you Aliens fight back! Whether we succeed or fail, I feel it’s worth it!”

Watching the First Under Heaven storyteller getting excited, Tang Mo realized that he too had the potential to be a fun-seeker.

However, a storyteller’s aim is to craft stories and then spread them; being an eyewitness blustering about it is naturally something to boast about.

Especially since he was the First Under Heaven storyteller, this desire could only intensify, to the point where he probably couldn’t wait to take flight and join in to witness the views of that place.

Understanding the other’s desire, Tang Mo quickly stuffed the surrounding books into his pockets, then said to his friend, “Brother, I will borrow your Coloured Sand.”

“Take it.”

Receiving the Coloured Sand, Tang Mo smeared it on his face, activating the advanced skill Attending the Scene, allowing the Coloured Sand to adhere to his face and letting him control his facial expressions through sensation gloves, making it look as if it were his real face.

Prepared, they took their valuables and left the place, heading northward.

In the southern bamboo forests of the continent, there was also a First Under Heaven.

That was the First Under Heaven Swordsman who had not gone to meet with Zhao Qin.

He looked somewhat dignified, if a little absent-minded.

Watching the Alien practicing swordsmanship in front of him, he kept nodding satisfactorily and then said, “That’s the flavor! Your swordsmanship has the right taste! I’ve told others before that swordsmanship needs to have flavor, but they just didn’t get it!”

“I feel the same way!” exclaimed the Monkey excitedly, “I often tell my teammates that their techniques lack that flavor, but they just don’t understand what I mean.”

“A kindred spirit!”

“That’s right, I like you so much.”

“Okay, let’s practice swordsmanship. By the way, is that Meditation Sword Immortal really that strong, stronger than me?”

“I’m about the equivalent of him at nine years old, and you’re probably nine and a half.”

“Then do you think he could be in the North?”

“Definitely, I feel like the boss is bound to appear in the North.”

The First Under Heaven Swordsman nodded in agreement, “The Swordsman understands the profound. I feel your intuition isn’t wrong, he must be there. I’ve decided, let’s head North together, find your boss, and then we can practice swordsmanship together! Become a towering figure among swordsmen!”

“Yay!” Monkey shouted excitedly.

Cleaving the bamboo beside him, the First Under Heaven Swordsman unleashed Sword Qi, splitting the bamboo into palm-sized chopsticks, before handing half of them to Monkey.

“As we travel, we will strike at each other with Sword Qi, and by the time we reach the North, we might even improve a few swordsmanship skills, then we can be equivalent to your ten-year-old boss.”

“You’re not very modest, are you?”

“Is that so? Then I’m even more eager to head North. Let’s go.”

As Zhao Qin launched attacks on the Aliens, a part of the First Under Heaven also began to move.

They had no fondness for Zhao Qin but were more interested in the Alien-dominated North, where numerous remarkable figures left for the North, joining with the Aliens to see the changes they would bring to the region.

Every First Under Heaven was a top-tier existence in their own realm. These people didn’t care about being surpassed; instead, they welcomed the sight of more roads ahead, perhaps even paths leading them higher.

With various dreams and desires, the strength of the North continued to grow, and war preparations linking this world were about to unfold.

Going to work by day and preparing for war by night had become the norm. Many players went to their jobs with dark circles under their eyes while complaining about how terrible the existence of jobs was in this world.

Boss, how can you be so heartless exploiting your workers? Why can’t we compromise? I’ll stop going to work if you give me half the salary?

If all else fails, the legendary virtual reality technology could do the trick – gaming while sleeping, why hasn’t anyone invented such a wonderful thing yet?

Because it is a game, war preparations in the game are much simpler than in reality.

Even though it’s actually a Box Garden World of considerable size, it’s still blended with Fang Cheng’s Immortal Spell, and the appearance of various items follows the game’s settings.

So, a continuous stream of resources is spawned. On the other side of the sea, a small island with few inhabitants could always generate a massive amount of finished shells, allowing the players’ artillery stock to grow daily.

Fear of insufficient firepower is a common malady among players. Due to this condition, they frantically make money and stockpile shells, hoping to strike first in battle, hitting the enemy with an Italian cannon first thing.

However, everyone also knew that the outcome of the war would ultimately depend on the top-tier combatants.

Most advanced skills above level 40 possess supernatural characteristics; those above level 50 have the power to surpass limits, and almost all of the First Under Heaven possess such levels.

Thus, they could only choose their high-end combatants and use the previously discovered methods of farming basic skills to continuously enhance various fundamental skills, thereby strengthening their raw stats.

Level 400 healing, level 400 running, level 400 breathing…

A plethora of level 400 basic skills became one of the players’ weapons against the opposition, yet even so, they still felt somewhat insecure.

After all, the enemy consisted of bosses they had originally planned to defeat over a year, and now they had broken through their limits, making their actual combat power an unknown.

But certain things don’t change just because of fear. Once all the farmable basic skills were maxed out, the players planned their offensive against Da Liang.

Under the banner of ridding the emperor of “evil” ministers, a grand army of players set out from the harsh northern lands, surging towards the South.

The war, had officially begun!