Chapter 67: Beta Test (Part Two)
Baator City, pyer spawn point.
In five years, this once desote nd had transformed into a thriving town.
Today, Baator City spans several square kilometers, housing over five hundred residents. The town has shops, taverns, bcksmiths, and tailors, each Teifling managing their role. Though these buildings are rudimentary, more like wooden stone-built camps, they evoke memories of life in Northwind Fortress, giving the residents a renewed hope for the future.
In the ter of the town square stands a colossal stoatue—a red dragon, the master of this pce.
Uypical towns, monsters and humanoid beings coexist here: goblin guards patrol the streets, drakes rest in the square, and ogres order meals for ten iavern.
While some flicts do occur, Medrosh’s ht keeps basic order in Baator City intact.
But the order he has painstakingly maintained may be broken today.
“Listen up, everyone. Don’t believe a single word they say.”
“Anyone who attacks directly—execute on the spot.”
Medrosh led a squad of guards toward the cave, his fan, braced as if fag a formidable foe.
Acc to the master, these peculiar “Starfallers” were nothing to take lightly, though they might be a force worth utilizing.
Mantou noticed a white light before his eyes and, in a blink, found himself in a cave. The ground was solid rock, and flickering torchlight danced on the walls, with light streaming in from a dista.
He tried moving his arms and legs, pinched his cheek—there was no g or awkwardness. It felt almost identical to reality, which left him in awe.
“Whoa, this is insanely real.”
“Watg a video ’t vey this. Right now, it feels—this is literally like the real world.”
Filled with anticipation, Mantou walked out of the cave and into a small square at the entrance, where hundreds of pyers were already gathered.
Above their heads floated a variety of niames. His “I Eat a Mantou” was quite normal pared to names like “The Great fucius,” “Filth Queen Worm,” or “Heaven Has a Well, But It's Naturally Empty,” hat were already accepted as usual.
“No beginner quest here, huh?”
“But this immersion is insane. I have to rope my friends into this.”
“So, what we do now?”
“DM me for study materials. Over 1000G of full immersion tent—endless knowledge awaits!”
“Wow, there’s even an ‘Oats Guy’ in here.”
“Get lost! I’m destio be a grand wizard—beauty won’t distract me from my path.”
“You fiend, take this!”
Pyers chattered excitedly in the square, curiously examining everything around them. After all, 《Erezaghe》’s fully immersive experience was hailed as unpreted, a “100% real tactile sensation” that astohem.
“Following traditio’s check—whoa, what the heck!”
“ this even be shown?”
Mantou was about to check his interface wheiced a pyer o him, with the ID “Wings of Freedom,” stripping off his tattered clothes. As he stood there bare, his lower half was vely covered by a blinding holy light.
“Finally, I’m free—!”
The guy spread his arms wide, mimig Rose’s pose at the front of the Titanic, his radiance dazzling nearby pyers.
“Dude, you’re for real?”
“Don’t you know this is a face-s game?”
“Huh?”
Mantou left with a parting word of friendly advice, leaving the puy to wail i.
“Turns out, there are still plenty of people who click through the user agreement without reading, skipping straight to the game without a thought. Ultimately, they pay for their own recklessness.”
Mantou sighed.
Well, at least it made food tent.
But soon, pyers’ attention shifted from the “Holy Light Guy” to the approag Teiflings, f a line and stealing the spotlight.
“These must be uide NPCs. But I did some research, and there’s a favorability system, so be careful what you say.”
Mantou whispered to himself.
A pyer named “White-Water Wanderer” shouted, “What are those red-skinned horned NPCs—demons? we kill them?”
“How about we try?”
Instantly, dozens of Teiflings fixed their gaze on him, their eyes brimming with anger. Were it not for their leader’s and, they’d have likely minced him on the spot.
“Never mind, fet it.”
“Haha, I was just kidding, why so serious?”
White-Water Wanderer gave an awkward ugh, his s fshing with -50 favorability notifications.
“See? Told you, don’t run your mouth. But the AI here is legit; it even reizes yers say.”
Mantou smirked, someleased at White-Water Wanderer’s predit as he tinued his entary.
He khis guy, a notorious full-immersion troublemaker whose cim to fame was stealing chis in *Elder Scrolls 10* aing chased down by aire vilge.
But of course, that wasn’t the end of it.
White-Water Wanderer slipped to the back of the line of Teiflings and tossed a small sto the lead Teifling’s head.
“Whoosh—”
The storaced a graceful ar the air, only for Medrosh, without turning, to catch it.
But the instant, another pebble struck his armor with a crisp “g.”
The air grew tense, and everyoared in stunned silence.
At st, Damacus, who had been silent, hesitantly asked, “Captain…what should we do?”
Even the usually posed Medrosh was at a loss for words.
Medrosh had seen all types, even those who stripped in the square—but never had he entered someone reckless enough to risk their life just to toss a pebble.
“Assaulting the army… kill!”
He crushed the stone in his hand, his voice tinged with rare irritation.
The Teiflings, having long endured White-Water Wanderer’s antics, seized this opportunity and drew their bows, aiming every shot at him.
Within seds, he was bristling with arrows.
Raising an arrow-pierced arm, White-Water Wanderer used his st breath to say, “Though I die… I am still… White-Water Wanderer!”
With those final words, he exhaled tentedly and passed away.
But instead htening the pyers as Medrosh had hoped, the pyers erupted in ughter.
“Good NPCs still outhe bad ones.”
“RIP White-Water Wanderer.”
“No way, I’m sneaking into his pod ter to max out his pain threshold.”
Mantou was ughing to tears. “Hahaha, this guy’s a legend! He just pulled a *borrowed arrows* move and turned himself into a pore!”
The Teifling guards watched these humans, irritated by their careless ughter.
But Medrosh folded his arms, thoughtfully the crowd.
“It seems we ’t judge these… Starfallers by on sense.”
FAL
