Chapter 20

The square was already filled with many people, all standing around the rhombic crystal pillar, motionless. Of course, they weren't just standing there; they were organizing their storage boxes.

I took a few steps forward, feeling that I had entered the range of the crystal pillar. I immediately used the method Akara had taught me, silently communicating with the pillar in my mind.

Soon, a space of about a hundred cubic meters appeared before my eyes.

It was indeed large, almost ten times the size of my own item storage.

I carefully examined this space that belonged only to me, estimating its actual size. Unintentionally, a small, black object caught my attention.

Eh, what is this? Could it really be an extra piece of equipment given by heaven? I grabbed the black object out of curiosity, and my heart suddenly trembled!

Doom Golden Amulet:

+7 to all skill levels

155% increased drop rate

(10x level)% increased drop rate

300% increased experience

This is actually the bugged amulet I made with a cheat tool just before coming to Diablo!!!!!!!

Why?!

Why did the amulet I made appear here? My heart was pounding violently, my brain was buzzing with blood, and my hand holding the amulet was shaking uncontrollably.

"Ha ha ha..."

I suddenly burst into laughter, looking up to the sky in the square. My mad laughter echoed through the quiet square.

I don't care where the damn amulet came from; all I know is that I'm rich now!! I'm going to become a god!! Even a bugged amulet has appeared, God, if this is all your doing, I really love you!!

My crazy behavior naturally caught the attention of the people around the square. However, seeing that I had no equipment on me and my face clearly marked me as a newbie, their puzzled looks turned to disdain. Of course, there was also a hint of envy. They probably thought I was a new player who had just gotten a piece of junk equipment and was excited to the point of madness.

"Huh..."

Although my heart was still racing, making my face flushed, I managed to calm down a bit. I tried to suppress the wild joy that was welling up from deep within. Laughing for a while was understandable; others would just think I was a newbie who had just gotten my first piece of equipment. But if I didn't control my emotions and continued to laugh madly, it might attract attention. A bugged amulet like this, which far exceeded all known limits, would likely be coveted by even the bird people in the sky, who would tear their faces to get it.

I don't know what my expression looked like at that moment; it must have been quite distorted. I had tried my best to control myself. Whether I could avoid suspicion was up to heaven. I didn't regret my rash behavior earlier. If I had seen such a bugged amulet and remained indifferent, that would have been truly pitiful.

Life is too short to be sane all the time!!

I tried to look as smug as possible, pulling out the wooden staff Lar had given me. Unlike the rough wooden staffs given to new players for free, this one, though still a white item, was clearly more refined, making it obvious that it wasn't a common item. I whistled proudly, swung the staff, and looked around smugly before leaving the square with a racing heart.

To be honest, although the drop rate of equipment is low now, a wooden staff, being one of the weakest white weapons, isn't particularly rare. I'm sure the players in the square looked at me with disdain. My arrogant attitude and the look of a small man getting lucky would leave a deep impression on them. This was fine; even if it earned me a bad reputation and made many people remember my ugly face, it didn't matter. From the moment I got the bugged amulet, I no longer needed to rely on anyone to form a party for "training." So, whether they looked down on me or not was irrelevant. I just hoped that my behavior today wouldn't affect my future wife's impression of me.

I sat by the fountain in the square, laughing foolishly for a long time before gradually recovering. I thought about many things. With this amulet, the higher my level, the further I could pull ahead of others. Perhaps, becoming someone like Tarlash, who could solo a hell boss, wasn't impossible. In an instant, countless thoughts raced through my mind, and my desires swelled. Which man doesn't have ambitions? Which man doesn't want to be remembered for eternity? I had such ambitions too, but they had been suppressed by the harsh realities of life and buried deep within me. Now, the opportunity to rise to prominence was within reach, and success was no longer a dream. How could I remain calm?

I took several deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. I knew that the bugged amulet had clouded my judgment. My current state was very precarious, like a farmer who had won the lottery, showing signs of madness. Although I wasn't truly mad, I realized that my thinking was irrational. If I let this irrationality continue, I would eventually end up on a path I couldn't imagine.

Calm down, calm down. I closed my eyes and tried to clear my mind. At this moment, it wasn't appropriate to think about anything. I needed to wait until my emotions truly settled before I could think about my future direction. I scooped up some water from the fountain and splashed it on my face. The cold water trickled down my hair and chin, making my overheated brain feel better.

I sat quietly by the fountain, lost in thought. Passersby looked at me with disdain, seeing my behavior as a waste of life. I didn't notice their gazes, just sat there expressionless, motionless.

As dusk fell, the orange sunset cast its last rays of light on the ground, and the gentle stream of the fountain reflected a warm red. The number of people on the streets decreased, leaving only the lonely chirping of birds in the square.

I slowly stood up, no longer trembling uncontrollably. My heart was calmer than ever. I knew I had successfully resisted the temptation. If we were to use the terms from certain novels, it would be like my realm had improved by several levels. The difference was that my abilities remained unchanged.

I stood up, patted my buttocks, and saw the long shadow cast by the sunset. After some thought, I decided to go back to the bar to find Doug and the others.

Although I wanted to return to my storage box to examine the bugged amulet a thousand times and then immediately wear it and go out to kill monsters, I felt it wasn't appropriate at this moment. Using the terms from novels, my mental state had just upgraded and wasn't yet stable. I was vulnerable to temptation and could easily revert to my original state.

It seemed that besides the amulet, there was also a bugged Illusion Blade. I wondered if it was still there. My heart raced again, and I forced myself to stop heading towards the storage box and turned towards the bar I remembered.

It turned out I wasn't directionally challenged. Although I couldn't claim to have a photographic memory, I managed to find the Rogue Bar by recalling the route Doug and the others had taken with me in the morning. It was, after all, less than 100 meters from the fountain...

I opened the bar door, and a cold breeze greeted me. The bar was almost empty, and the owner, who was wiping the tables, looked at me in surprise, as if to say, "Someone is actually coming at this time?"

Dusk was the quietest time for the bar, and there was no one inside.

No, there was one tall figure sitting at the far end.

It was Doug!

He was bored, leaning on the table, and the sturdy wooden table seemed to groan under the weight of his body. He lay on the table, his right hand holding his beloved small hand axe, and his left hand holding a slightly yellowed cloth. He yawned frequently and, when bored, carefully polished the hand axe, which was already so shiny it could be used as a mirror.

At that moment, my eyes welled up with tears. I knew that Doug couldn't stand loneliness. He had even said in private that he was afraid of not having anyone to talk to.

In this chaotic Diablo continent, human relationships were the most complex. They could be as close as life and death, or as cold as indifference.

Of course, the premise for a life-and-death bond was that your abilities were not inferior to theirs, at least not to the point of being a burden. This might seem cruel and realistic, but in a world where life was uncertain and filled with war, no one cared about how others viewed themselves. Survival was the most important thing. Those who couldn't fight alongside you and help each other were a burden, not worth sympathy or attention.

So, when I got lost at noon, the other players' cold and indifferent expressions were understandable. Ultimately, it was because I was still a low-level Druid, not even worthy of speaking to them.

Perhaps they were opportunistic, perhaps they were trying to motivate new players, but the fact was clear: power brings rights.

Doug and the others, as 11th-level Barbarians, were considered mid-level in the Rogue Camp. They didn't care about my low level as a new player. Only now did I realize how friendly Lar and the others had been to me during the half-month journey.

If it had been anyone else, they would have saved me but, given my low level, they would have left me in the wilderness, perhaps leaving a bag of jerky...

At that moment, seeing Doug enduring the loneliness to wait for me, I felt a warmth in my heart, which had been frozen by the power-centric rules of the Diablo continent.

In the future, I will repay you, I said to myself. I have the ability to do so.