Chapter 58: Harvest (Part 2)

I happily put on the leather armor. Gold-level equipment was truly different; now, my entire body was emitting a faint golden glow. I didn't know how much more intimidating I looked, but the luxury level definitely skyrocketed, like suddenly switching from a Santana to a Ferrari.

This wasn't a game, so there was no option to turn off the glow of the equipment. At this moment, the other use of the cloak became apparent. As long as I fastened the collar, I could wrap my whole body, and even if I hid a dog inside, no one would notice. It was truly a must-have for the rich to pretend to be poor and for the poor to act cool.

Speaking of which, what if a green helmet drops in the future? Whether to wear it or not, that's the question...

Unfortunately, apart from this leather armor, I didn't find any other golden glow. There was one blue piece of equipment, two white pieces, two bottles of light health potions, one bottle of light mana potion, and even a bottle of vitality potion. OMG, this time I absolutely won't misuse it. After several dangerous situations, I truly understood the preciousness of the vitality potion. In critical moments, even a piece of gold equipment couldn't be exchanged for it.

The blue piece of equipment was a pair of leather gloves.

Strength Leather Gloves

Defense: 3

Durability: 12/12

+3 Strength

The attributes were decent. There were also two white pieces of equipment, one of which was a military knife, and the other was a hat with 5 defense. (I won't list the hat's attributes.)

Military Knife

Damage: 3-8

Durability: 32/32

Required Strength: 25

Required Dexterity: 25

Finally, there were a dozen gold coins.

These items didn't all have to drop. Don't forget that when it self-destructed, there were dozens of Fallen Ones and mages around. However, the gold-level leather armor should have been its contribution. I couldn't believe that other small monsters could drop gold equipment.

A few minutes later, the flesh and blood on the ground had disappeared, and I had swept up all the dropped items, not even leaving a single gold coin.

However, this didn't mean the cleanup was over. Who was Bisbuth? The overlord of the Cold Plains. If he didn't have some private stash, that would be too unbelievable.

Sure enough, in the center of the camp, where Bisbuth was initially, I found my target.

It seemed Bisbuth hadn't been killed for a while. The items he had collected filled two knee-high chests. Hoho, all the good stuff was mine.

I hummed a tune and eagerly opened the first chest. Uh... it was all black, like the shattered rocks from the previous corpse explosion, a whole chest full. Akara would probably be delighted to see this, but it made me feel depressed.

I glanced a few times, scooped everything up, and then opened the second chest. The second chest had fewer items, but they were all high-quality, making me grin from ear to ear.

The first thing that caught my eye was a black stone. Although it looked unremarkable, it felt surprisingly smooth and fine when I picked it up. There were also some mysterious runes carved on it.

Tir

Level Requirement: 13

Weapon/Armor/Shield: +0.2 mana per enemy killed

Next were two gems that emitted a faint glow.

Flawed Diamond:

Weapon: +28% damage to inanimate objects

Shield: All resistances +6

Armor: +20 accuracy

Flawed Ruby:

Weapon: 3-4 fire damage

Shield: 16% fire resistance

Armor: +10 life

Finally, in a corner of the chest, there was a blue ring.

Haha, a ring is great. Wearing a ring makes you a true nouveau riche. Unfortunately, the ring's attributes weren't that impressive.

Bronze Ring

+11 accuracy

Well, I should be content. Don't be greedy. I consoled myself, following the principle of not showing off wealth, I put on the ring and the blue leather gloves, making me less conspicuous. Hoho.

I carefully searched the entire camp again, confirming that there was indeed nothing else of value, and then left the Fallen Ones' camp, feeling very satisfied.

Although it was only afternoon, I didn't plan to continue leveling up. Over the past four days, I had been so tense preparing for this battle that I hadn't slept well. Although the battle just now only lasted a few dozen minutes, it was the most intense I had ever experienced, both mentally and physically.

Today's harvest was also very rewarding. It could be said that it was enough to boost my combat power to a new level. One gold piece of equipment, two blue pieces, and white pieces, a bottle of vitality potion—these were all very useful to me. There's no need to elaborate on the gold, blue equipment, and potions. The white hat was also perfect for replacing the damaged one I was currently wearing, not only providing a bit more defense but also fixing my crooked head.

The military knife came just in time. The blue short sword in my hand was almost out of durability and would need to be replaced in a few days. Although I had a wooden stick, its average attack was not as good as the short sword, and it wasn't as handy to use. Now, with the military knife, it was perfect. My current strength and dexterity weren't enough to wield the military knife, but fortunately, I still had 10 unassigned attribute points.

Not only did I gain equipment, but today's battle also gave me a new perspective and height. The precise calculation of the duration of the werewolf transformation and the ice armor was the key to my victory. This was also one of the reasons for my significant mental exhaustion. To find the best route to run and the most suitable throwing spot while calculating the remaining time of the skills required a high level of concentration. For me, a half-otaku from the original world, this was already an extraordinary performance. After all, this wasn't a game where I could control the keyboard and mouse. What many people could do in the game was completely different from doing it in real life. This experience would greatly help my future precise tactics.

However, I believe the greatest gain was not the equipment or the experience, but confidence, the confidence and pride of a class changer. Indeed, compared to other class changers, I had many shortcomings. In front of them, I always felt inferior. To put it bluntly, I had always been a bit self-conscious.

I remember when I first arrived at the Rogue Encampment, every class changer on the street exuded the confidence and assurance of a seasoned warrior. Compared to my light steps and scattered gaze, they were like heaven and earth. This was one of the reasons why other class changers looked at me with disdain and contempt. But from today on, I can guarantee that although I might still be inferior to other class changers in terms of willpower, I at least have the confidence and pride of a class changer. I won't lower my head in front of them anymore.

Returning to the small forest, although I was very tired, I still set up the tent and traps steadily before falling into a deep sleep. The physical fatigue and inner joy made me have a long, beautiful dream. I dreamed of gradually becoming stronger, advancing from the first world to the third world, punching Mephisto and kicking Diablo, and finally entering the Throne of Destruction with Lar and the others, beating Baal to a pulp, becoming a hero forever remembered in the entire Diablo continent. Then, I would live with my wife and other brothers and friends in a beautiful place, establishing a village where I would be the village chief. Lar would be the village women's federation chairman, Doug and Gof would be the security captains, and the two little girls, Sara and Linya, hoho~~ would, of course, live a happy life with me every day.