Craftsman God Bronnick’s thatch hut looked run-down and shabby. The things inside were strewn all over and haphazardly piled on top of each other. There wasn’t much space either. With six people entering at once, the place instantly felt cramped.

Bronnick raised his head. He swept his turbid eyes swept over the visitors before focusing on Nie Yan. His expression lit up. Ignoring the party of five trying to turn in their quest, he approached Nie Yan.

“That poor sap is screwed. Bronnick is going to send him flying out of here with a boot,” the orc Warrior said with schadenfreude.

“Ha, yeah. A Level 179 scrub coming here, I wonder if his Influence even reaches the requirements.” The Shaman chuckled.

The party of five gleefully waited for Nie Yan to be humiliated. From their point of view, any player below Level 180 had no right to be here.

Bronnick stopped in front of Nie Yan and greeted him with a respectful bow. “You honor me with your presence, sir. Welcome to my humble...