A bolt of lightning tore the sky and black clouds roiled, both signs that a downpour was about to descend.

The Weeping Fire Blade in hand, I swiftly bore my way through the little road in the forest with my Dark Wasp. Players around Level 30 could be seen on both sides of the path, teaming up to kill the monsters there. There was no hesitation in their actions even though a storm was approaching. Their determination to level up could not be shaken by unfavorable weather conditions.

I checked my experience. I was Level 40 at 24%. I had to get to Level 50 as soon as possible. Only at Level 50 could my skills reach Rank 5, which would let me challenge Level 60 bosses. Otherwise, I could forget about getting a Hero’s Token. Bloody Mercenaries couldn’t just operate with us three forever. We could only attract long range attackers like archers, mages, and support players like priests, tacticians, and bards after establishing a guild.

A strong guild should have good, balanced composition of classes.

Beep~!

Du Thirteen sent me a message: “Lu Chen, I feel that our Bloody Mercenaries should have a priest. We’re all a bunch of melee damage dealers that need to...