Different World Online

With dark circles under his eyes, Steve managed to complete the feat of staying up all day and night and doing strenuous exercise;

In the outpost, the fire in the hall crackled;

On the bonfire, in the black pot, bubbles of yellow-red unknown viscous liquid would occasionally appear. Next to the pot, Old Pete was holding a knife as thin as a cicada's wing, and he cut various foods into fingernail-sized particles with neat movements and threw them into the pot.

Looking at the pot of food, Steve, with bloodshot eyes, subconsciously shrank his head;

He had the pleasure of tasting the flavor of this food at noon;

The taste, sweet, sour, bitter, spicy and salty, is just like life, which is hard to describe in words;

But the meal was really enough to fill you up. Steve, who had been practicing evasive footwork in the afternoon, is not hungry even now.

While the patrol team was still waiting to return, Steve, who was sitting by the campfire, activated the forum function that had just appeared in his system this morning.

The next second, a series of densely packed words appeared on his retina;

At the top of the forum, a post marked as featured and popular caught Steve's attention;

After a closer look, it turned out to be an official introduction and evaluation of each profession;

After clicking on the post and scanning it, and comparing it with the information he got from Old Pete, Steve's understanding of various professions gradually became clear;

At the same time, doubts in my heart gradually increased.

However, before he could think about it, the building with more than a thousand floors below him immediately attracted his attention;

The Explosion Heaven Gang is full of virtue and blessings: [I am taking a seat on the first floor. Where are the brothers of the Explosion Heaven Gang? ]

Beat the kid: [Full of useful information, the official is still a bit conscientious this time, and finally released some big cakes. ]

Zhou Keer: [@Official Assistant, is the Mage a bit too strong in the later stages? After level 20, he can advance to an Arcanist and even build a floating city. Do other professions still have a way out? ]

Book friend: [Upstairs, didn’t you see how weak the mage was in the early stages? Not only did he need a lot of money to support his spell learning, but his combat effectiveness was also very limited. ]

Cang Ming: [Reconsideration, in this game, mages don’t cast spells based on magic points, but on so-called spell slots; this also means that the number of times a mage can cast spells in a day is greatly limited. Besides, it doesn’t cost money to build a floating city from scratch! ]

Snowflake Rain: [Stop talking, barbarians are number one in the world, you are all little toothpicks! ]

Ji Yueji: [Haha, you are all right, but I choose the Wanderer. You store food while I practice stealing. Your home is my granary! ]

Username 86214512527: [I caught a big rat upstairs. I suggest you contact Brother Septic. ]

Ji Yueji: [@Username86214512527 Grandma, you are playing dirty tricks on me, right? ]

Yin Dahe, who loves fried flower crabs: [Five Fireballs is hiring, come and sign up! ]

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Looking at the noisy netizens, a long-lost smile crept up the corners of Steve's mouth.

The sand sculpture netizens are full of joy, the ancients did not deceive me~

Glancing at Steve who was grinning foolishly under his thick dark circles, Old Pete, who was sitting across from the campfire, curled his lips speechlessly;

This guy must have become stupid from staying up late!

What's so happy about a pot of porridge?

Could it be that this kid couldn't afford to eat in his original world? !

If that's the case, it's quite pitiful. Never mind, I'll just serve him another bowl later.

Soon, the three patrol members returned to the sentry post before dark. Except for the two on sentry duty, everyone else had their meal as usual.

The dwarf Thorin, who had been hanging out outside all day, did not show any sign of fatigue on his face and sat beside Steve in high spirits.

"Steve, you didn't sleep all day today?"

"Didn't sleep."

"Can you endure it any longer?"

Hearing this, Steve squinted his eyes to feel his own condition, and nodded seriously.

"It's no problem to survive another day and night."

Although there are no games to boost his energy here, Steve's physique is no longer the same as that of an ordinary person, so he can still endure it.

Hearing this, the dwarf Thorin slapped his thigh in regret.

"I should have let you work as a barbarian earlier!

Being able to endure shows that you have a good physique, and you give people a very powerful impression;

Once on the battlefield, I will be a barbarian who deserves a beating... er... a qualified barbarian. "

Before he finished speaking, he heard a sudden "puff" sound from the side.

When I looked over at the sound, I saw a middle-aged priest with a serious expression wiping the yellow-red paste coming out of his nostrils in a slightly embarrassed manner, and the corners of his wrinkled eyes twitched wildly.

Seeing this, Steve pursed his lips, turned his head, and looked at the porridge in his bowl speechlessly.

Damn it, are there any normal people here?

Didn't the official website say that the Barbarian's main attribute is Strength? Why is it related to Constitution again?

Also, I know I have low charm, but isn’t it a bit too much for you to always say that I deserve a beating?

The dwarf Thorin had no idea what Steve was complaining about. He slurped the porridge with a look of regret on his face and kept muttering to himself.

"Barbarians are so good, they can be violent, unremitting violent, legendary violent, and their little brothers can grow bigger with them...

I regret it. It must be that old Pete was misleading people. I shouldn’t have listened to him in the first place... Damn dog-headed man..."

There was a lot of grumbling, but no one in the team cared. This guy was just a very bad mouth, but he was still quite reliable in the battlefield.

Of course, it is normal for barbarians to talk nonsense;

After all, they are masters of group battles. If they cannot attract the hatred of many enemies at once and then go berserk, their lethality will be reduced by at least half.

Old Pete has even seen barbarians who cursed absolutely rational undead creatures. Of course, this requires a lot of knowledge and secret experience.

After all, taunting is a high-end skill that requires great technique!

After dinner, Steve, led by Old Pete, went up to the roof of the fifth floor and replaced the pale-faced warlock Yang;

In the words of old Pete, if you can endure it, endure it a little longer;

Only by getting used to fighting with exhaustion can you save your life in the vast insect swarm;

How to maintain physical strength, how to maintain concentration, and how to keep a clear mind when tired are experiences that cannot be learned just by listening.

For professionals, class is not everything. Rich combat experience and skills, experience in resisting various extreme situations, these are the main components of strength;

Talking nonstop, Old Pete and Steve went up to the roof of the fifth floor. While monitoring the surroundings from a high vantage point, he did not forget to share his own experiences.

“Steve, don’t be superstitious about classes, especially for wanderers;

I once saw a legendary rogue-advanced assassin get drunk in a bar, and then he was chopped into pieces by a second-level rogue at the door of the bar.

For those who work in a technical profession, alcohol is the biggest enemy.

Of course, some of the freaks I mentioned don’t count.”

"Who are those freaks?" Steve tactfully continued the topic.

Old Pete is old and likes to talk a lot, and Steve is happy to learn about his interesting stories and past;

After all, these are all valuable experiences of a legendary shadow dancer;

The official introduction once said that in terms of knowledge, most mages are definitely the best among many professions;

But as for gossip and secret knowledge;

The wanderers, especially the older wanderers who survive to old age, are the true masters;

On the other side, Old Pete, who was looking around alertly, spoke.

"I live in Toril, there is a group of monks in the mysterious eastern continent."

As he spoke, Old Pete's tone gradually became emotional.

“Those guys are really an awesome bunch!

The monk profession is obviously one of the professions that requires the most observation and sharp mind, but this group of people dared to drink so much!

I once fought with one of the young men there, and we became acquainted after the fight.

Later he told me that he came from a place in the East called Baxian Island;

The martial monk school there is called the Drunken Fist Sect."

At this point, Old Pete shuddered uncontrollably, and then tightened his collar.

“My evaluation of them: so strong that they have no friends;

Especially their chief monk, a legendary ascetic who had advanced to the fourth level of warrior monk;

Drunken rage plus the law of truth plus the chains of discipline.

I once saw him smash the skull of an ancient blue dragon into nothingness with his bare hands in the southern desert.

That’s an ancient blue dragon…”

At this point, Old Pete shuddered again and started cursing at the howling night wind.

"Kobold Naizi, why is it so cold tonight?"