After taking his medicine and listening to the rushing water from the kitchen, Ye Yun quickly locked the bedroom door. Content, he then lay down on the bed, entered the game, and assigned Xiao Hei a new round of tasks. He then studied his stats, falling into deep thought.
The three support classes—Priest, Doctor, and Sorcerer—were inherently parasitic. Doctors and Sorcerers were somewhat better off, possessing at least one or two offensive skills, like the Doctor's "Fatal Strike" or the Sorcerer's "Poison Arts." Priests, however, could only heal. Thus, Ye Yun's offensive power was a significant weakness. Without offensive skills, how would he face the overwhelming onslaught of the alien races in the future?
The mere thought of being instantly killed in his previous life sent a shiver down Ye Yun's spine. Three years of effort in his past life were no match for a single blow from an alien soldier, demonstrating their formidable strength.
Currently, Ye Yun lacked neither talent nor money, yet he had been assigned such a class.
He wondered how much effect "Alchemy" would have on his attack and skills. Even if it only increased them by 10%, he would be able to rest easy.
However, talent was undoubtedly the priority. Not to mention the more terrifying attack bonuses from higher talent levels, the attribute points alone were enough to make anyone envious.
When faced with problems, one would usually consult Baidu. However, the mysteries of the Heavenly Dao were beyond Baidu's grasp. Therefore, he logged back into the Heavenly Dao Wheel and created another post.
"Sincerely purchasing single-target offensive skill books of non-class skills for 50 million each, AoE skill books for 100 million each. Only need five copies. Time limit: 24 hours."
That's right; the only way to acquire skill books outside of one's class was through those dropped by wild monsters. Although the drop rate was less than one in a hundred million, with so many players worldwide, there was still hope, wasn't there?
This was the first time Ye Yun had spent such a large sum on anything other than attribute points. Perhaps the actual market value of these skill books was not that high, but Ye Yun could no longer wait.
After posting, Ye Yun, with nothing else to do, began browsing the private messages in his backend.
"God, how did you get that equipment? Please take me with you, please accept me as a disciple."
Clearly a nobody.
"Big shot, don't auction that equipment. Trade it directly in 5 days, I'll buy it for 20 million, sincerely!"
Wanting to die, were they? 20 million to acquire the Moon Chaser and Moonlight Battle Armor? Were legendary equipment so worthless?
There were too many private messages, including many abusive ones, from both Chinese and foreign netizens.
The endless stream of private messages overwhelmed Ye Yun. However, two private messages managed to catch his attention, as the avatars of their senders each had two moons below them! One had five suns below it!
Looking at their markings, Ye Yun felt his scalp tingle. There was no doubt that these two were immensely influential figures in the world! One moon represented 10 billion, and 10 moons made a sun. How terrifying was that?
These were big shots who had recharged 20 billion Chinese Yuan and 500 billion Chinese Yuan respectively!
Normally, the amount of money one recharged would not be displayed on the forum, as players could choose to hide it themselves or set it to be visible only to specific individuals. These two had clearly made special arrangements to be visible only to Ye Yun. They knew Ye Yun would receive many private messages and were trying to attract his attention this way.
Sleepless for a night -
"Hello, I am Zhou Ningdong, captain of Dragon Palace. May I ask if you are that God of Emperor-level Talent? Dragon Palace sincerely invites you to join us. We are affiliated with the Ministry of National Defense of China. Based on your conditions, if you join us, we can offer you the position of Deputy Captain of Dragon Palace with the rank of Senior Colonel!"
Holy cow...
Looking at this person named Sleepless for a night, Ye Yun realized he was the captain of Dragon Palace. Although forum names and game names could differ, they weren't that arbitrary, were they?
Ye Yun recalled the man from his previous life who commanded tens of thousands of troops with great organization and charisma, and he couldn't help but shake his head. As for the position and military rank, Ye Yun disdained them entirely. Life was paramount.
That's right, Ye Yun's forum name was incredibly domineering and flamboyant, simply called "Strongest King."
Zhou Ningdong, on the other hand, looked at Ye Yun's words with a grave expression. This God actually looked down on China's national team, finding their scope too small or their funds insufficient? The problem was, this big shot didn't seem to be short of money. Just his Emperor-level talent alone would have cost nearly 135 trillion.
If Ye Yun was backed by an organization, what kind of organization would it be? If he was an individual, Zhou Ningdong couldn't fathom anyone in the world possessing so much cash.
In an instant, dozens of thoughts flashed through Zhou Ningdong's mind.
Sleepless for a night -
"God, give me a few days. I'll apply to the higher-ups to see if I can get you to be my captain."
Strongest King -
"No need, your entry procedures are too troublesome. I understand the concerns of Dragon Palace and your superiors. Don't worry, I am a genuine Chinese citizen and a passionate, patriotic, good youth."
After speaking, Ye Yun exited the forum directly, leaving Zhou Ningdong to his own troubles.
Was Dragon Palace, as China's national team, lacking in scope? How could that be? Globally speaking, Dragon Palace's standing was evident for all to see.
It was just that the alien races were too powerful. In his previous life, after three years of effort, Ye Yun had reached level 62, possessed S-class talent, and was a full offense mage with an actual attack power exceeding 16,000. Yet, he couldn't even chip off a tenth of an alien soldier's health, and was instead instantly killed.
Knowing the future, he felt more pressure than anyone else. He cherished his life more than anyone and didn't want to experience that despair again. Now, he had the opportunity, and he didn't want to be constrained.
Xiao Hei, like a diligent little bee, continued to grind monsters. At this moment, Ye Yun was still 10% away from level 12. If all went as expected, he would be close after this round of farming.
Seeing that everything was proceeding in an orderly fashion, Ye Yun closed his eyes, feeling somewhat weary. Should he buy a reclining rattan chair tomorrow, the kind specifically for midday naps!