29 The Poison Sting Skill Book

Wishing was beautiful, but reality was cruel.

When his HP regenerated to 40 just 3 seconds after he drank the potion, Gerov suddenly accelerated and rushed up, which was faster than what Fatty had imagined.

After being hit by Gerov, Fatty's potion effect was interrupted and he lost 65 HP!

"F*ck! I only have 12 HP!" He bellowed on the party channel while getting flustered. "Are you guys done or not?"

"Soon! We'll be done right away!" Crayon Knife and the rest replied anxiously, causing Fatty to continue drawing away Gerov by risking his life…

Gerov, who seemed to have run out of patience to chase him, suddenly stopped and lowered his body slightly.

Upon seeing this, Fatty was immediately shocked. The Boss was about to release its skill!

Anxious, he once again executed a side roll. Although the timing was right, Gerov still rushed toward Fatty's character so fast that his action was invisible!

"F*ck! This is bad! It's the Thief's Instant Death!"

The effect of the Instant Death was somewhat like the Warrior's Charge Skill. One could get close to the opponent in an instant. Although the additional attack was not high, it had a chance of crippling someone. After hitting the target, it could reduce the target's movement speed in a short time. It was a very useful skill in PK, but it could only be learned when the Thief was around Level 35. Fatty hadn't expected Boss Gerov to actually use this move.

This move was a locking skill! Unlike other non-locking, direct attack skills, this move couldn't be evaded with actions. Fatty was definitely dead this time!

Then, a golden flare suddenly rose from his character…

System: "You have gained 400 EXP. You have leveled up! Your level has increased to 13!"

Before Fatty could react, Gerov passed him in the blink of an eye and stopped behind him.

"-106!"

This was very high damage, but fortunately, his HP had been fully restored when he'd leveled up. As a result, Fatty miraculously resisted this damage! It turned out that at that moment, Bookworm and the rest had finally killed Elite Deputy Bellamy!

He was an Elite, so even the EXP awarded was really generous. The first three plus the dozen other patrolling bandits had awarded them 1,000 EXP. In addition, the eliminated pack of Forest Wolves midway had awarded them more than 2,700 EXP. Fatty had been short 200 EXP to level up. Right now, at the most crucial moment, Bookworm and the rest had killed the Elite Deputy Chief. This had to be luck…

Despite surviving, Fatty didn't want to play this life-and-death game with Gerov anymore. Therefore, he shouted on the party channel, "Take the items! We'll run! Playing With Fire, have your Imp rescue me!"

The Flaming Imp suffered Gerov's fury on Fatty's behalf while they heartlessly abandoned the Flaming Imp and retreated… They looked as if they were disloyal…

Since they had no more energy to continue, they could only end this dungeon in advance. When they left the dungeon, everyone heard the system prompt.

"Dungeon quest failed. You were unable to obtain points. You spent 1 hour and 42 minutes for the quest, so you cannot be included in the ranking!"

After each dungeon, the player would be ranked according to the time they had spent in the dungeon. The less time it took, the stronger the team was. Therefore, the system would give a certain additional dungeon point reward. However, this reward was only limited to the top ten parties, which was a kind of disguised advantage so that many guilds would form stronger parties to sprint through the dungeon in hopes of making the top rankings to enhance their guild reputation.

Fatty's party had failed the dungeon, so they naturally hadn't ranked. Even if they had, they would have ranked very low, as they had spent more than one hour in the dungeon. The team at the top of the ranking had spent 1 hour and 4 minutes, while the team at tenth place that was at the bottom had only spent 1 hour and 8 minutes!

Theoretically, after their failure in the dungeon, they should have been annoyed. However, after they came out of the dungeon, Fatty realized that Crayon Knife and the rest were all relieved!

"This dungeon seemed too hard for us. We need to at least level up by a few levels and obtain some equipment!" said Crayon Knife.

Bookworm and the rest all nodded their heads. They hadn't known this before fighting. After trying it once, they now knew their shortcomings.

"Oh, that's right. Brother Chicken!" Bookworm said. "When that Elite was killed, it dropped good stuff!"

"What is it?" Fatty asked.

"He he… It is exactly what you can use!" Bookworm took the item out of his backpack and gave it to Fatty.

Because they had failed the dungeon, the party had naturally dissolved, so he had yet to use the Party Contribution Points. However, Bookworm handed him the Venomancer Level 13 Skill Book: Poison Sting!

At first glance, Fatty nearly cried out. "I've struck it rich!"

Poison Sting: Shoots a sharp venomous spike, causing an additional 5 points of damage after hitting the target and poisoning the target, thus reducing their movement speed by 10%. The duration is 5 seconds. Costs 10 Mana Points. Cooldown time is 5 seconds.

He had obtained his first crowd control skill! How could he have dreamed of this under the circumstances?

"The Elite dropped it?" Fatty took the Skill Book as he asked this question in disbelief.

"Yes!" Bookworm said with a smile. "It also dropped two Skill Books. One is for you, and the other…"

"The other is mine!" Smoking Without Fire then added, "But it's a Skill Book that can be learned from Level 10. Dark Sorrow!"

Dark Sorrow was a skill that a Dark Mage had to learn in the early stage. When it was released on the enemy, it would cause continuous health reduction damage. When it was released on an ally, it would continuously restore HP. Although the restoration was less effective, this skill was not like the Healing Potion, which was interrupted when one was attacked. It could be said that a Dark Mage with this skill was a true healer!

It was no wonder that when Smoking Without Fire brought it up, he was smiling widely.

"I'm sorry. What happened in the dungeon was my fault!" Smoking Without Fire added, "I shouldn't have argued with you. You were right. I don't know how to command indeed. Without you, I'm afraid we would have had a Total Party Kill this time and we would have only dreamed of obtaining all these rewards."

Although they hadn't killed Boss Gerov in the dungeon this time, each of them had basically leveled up and obtained some items. Crayon Knife had obtained a Light Armor Crafting Blueprint, Bookworm had obtained a Greatsword Blueprint, and Playing With Fire had also obtained a Staff Crafting Blueprint. Everyone had something.

Upon seeing Smoking Without Fire take the initiative to apologize, Fatty naturally didn't argue with him. He wasn't the petty kind… Hence, he waved his hand and let it slide.

Of course, he wasn't a petty person, but he was only human when he became petty… Everyone knew this…

"What do we do next?" Crayon Knife, who was really excited about the rich dungeon rewards, looked at Fatty full of expectation.

"I'm going to enter the dungeon again. You guys in?" Fatty asked.

"I'm in!" Crayon Knife responded right away.

However, Bookworm and the other two hesitated. Eventually, he told Fatty, "No, it's getting somewhat late. I need to work tomorrow. I'm not going. Find someone else!"

The three of them had to go to work the following day and had to rest early, so they were not entering the dungeon. This reminder made Fatty suddenly think whether he had to go to work.

He was mainly a little confused because he couldn't remember when he'd started working at the church. Tomorrow was Monday. It seemed that he had to go to work. However, since he couldn't remember whether he had joined the church, he felt a little uncertain.

He roughly remembered that this was during the beta period of the Chaotic Era, but because he had been too obsessed with playing the Chaotic Era, he hadn't cared much about the date. As a result, after he had traveled back in time, he couldn't remember much.

While he was distracted, Bookworm and the other two left, leaving only Crayon Knife and him standing together.

"Whatever! If I have to go to work tomorrow, Cillian will call me!" After Fatty put aside his work, he told Crayon Knife, "Let's recruit players and enter the dungeon again!"

"Yes, alright!" Crayon Knife hurriedly nodded his head as he responded.

"Do you have money?" Fatty asked.

"I do!" Crayon Knife then added, "But it's not much. I only have 1 Silver Coin!"

"Return to the city now, find the alchemy store in Asgarod City, and purchase some Novice Speed Scrolls!" Fatty said, "You might not have enough money, so I'll give you four Silver Coins. Go purchase five Speed Scrolls!"

"What? One Speed Scroll actually costs one Silver Coin?" Crayon Knife was somewhat shocked.

"You have to buy whatever is useful!" Fatty handed him the money and added, "The money is for you. If you dare to buy less or run away with my money, don't blame me for being impolite!"

"How could I? I only want to clear the dungeon!" Crayon Knife said with a smile. "Brother Chicken, go recruit players. I'll be back quickly!"

After adding Fatty as a friend so they could make contact easily, Crayon Knife returned to the city.

Fatty stood at the entrance of the dungeon. He first took out the Poison Sting Skill and learned it. Then, he looked at the bustling crowd of players, coughed twice, and began to shout loudly, "I'm recruiting players for the Bandit Camp Dungeon! I need a Death Knight, a Pyromancer, and a healer. Requirements: listening to commands and definitely clearing the dungeon. Apply directly!"

There were many players standing outside the dungeon entrance to find a party. When he shouted, he immediately received countless applications for joining the party.

Then, Fatty leisurely acted as an interviewer.

He didn't want anyone who was below Level 12 or was more handsome than him!

If it weren't for the fact that female players rarely chose to play the Death Knight, he would have even said that he didn't want any male players…

While he was being picky, two familiar names appeared before his eyes.

Fated Sky, Level: 13, Class: Death Knight.

July, Level: 13, Class: Pyromancer.

Damn, why was it them? How come it was this lady again?