Chapter 487: Syracur
This time, Dennis’s opponent was a petite wizard, appearing to be a female.
The two seemed to be at a similar level and tangled for a long time. Eventually, Dennis exhausted his mana and lost. After two consecutive failures, Dennis seemed to have overcome his bad luck and began a winning streak.
He soon advanced to Bronze Tier 4. The opponents became trickier; he basically no longer encountered junior apprentices. He often encountered advanced apprentices and was even directly crushed by Official Wizards.
A white light flashed, and Dennis returned to the Magic School Manor, seeing that Hook was already resting there.
“Hook, Hook, how do you feel? I advanced to Bronze Tier 4, but the opponents are too strong. There were actually Official Wizards fighting against me!”
Although Dennis had been crushed to smithereens many times, he was extremely excited. This kind of combat made him gradually stop fearing; instead, it aroused his competitive spirit.
His spirits were high, and he looked forward to combat eagerly. However, suffering from the lack of opponents with suitable strength and being unable to stand firm in Bronze Tier 4, he temporarily stopped searching for opponents.
Hook smiled, looking pleased: “It’s quite interesting. I barely advanced to Bronze Tier 3.
“I think we shouldn’t rush right now. This rank promotion seems to require hidden points. Even Official Wizards or even Golden Wizards cannot advance rapidly.”
Dennis felt it made sense: “That’s right, it’s simply outrageous! As an intermediate wizard apprentice, I actually encountered figures who were at least Official Wizards four times. I even encountered an Official Knight; with that one glorious sword strike, I was gone.”
He began to become talkative. Strangely enough, Dennis, who was clearly introverted and afraid of battle, now had shining eyes when talking about the Competition, seemingly having endless things to say.
Ace lay comfortably on the Magic Lake Planet. Hundreds of light screens were before his eyes, showing scenes of the Dreamwalkers competing.
“Most people chose Single Battle because it takes less time and yields high returns. But what I need in the future are not dueling elites; it’s best to have rich experience in small-scale skirmishes.”
Ace pondered slightly and made minor modifications to the Competition function. The betting limit for Team Battle was double that of Single Battle, while for Multiplayer Melee, only the last person surviving could get all the betting points; others would lose everything.
“One person getting rich overnight seems more attractive. Let’s try it out; if it doesn’t work, I’ll modify it again.”
He snapped his fingers, and the setting details of the Competition function all changed. A light screen popped up in front of Hook and Dennis, who were chatting.
After reading carefully, Dennis said to Hook: “This Multiplayer Melee Mode seems more interesting. The one who survives in the end will get rich! Moreover, the Multiplayer Melee Mode adopts a balancing method. Like us intermediate wizard apprentices, we can only be matched with opponents of comparable strength. The situation from Single Battle won’t happen.”
Hook also nodded with great interest: “We can give it a try.”
Dennis discovered that Multiplayer Melee Mode actually allowed two people to enter the same battle together. He couldn’t help but say excitedly: “Let’s go together, Hook. Before only the two of us are left, we are allies!”
Two hours later, two white lights flashed, and Dennis and Hook appeared one after another.
Dennis said admiringly: “Hook, you are simply a genius in group battles. The two of us actually managed to survive until the end in a melee of a hundred people, and you were the sole survivor.”
Hook smiled slightly and didn’t say much. He called out the panel and transferred thirty of the points he just earned to Dennis: “You helped me a lot. I think you should take thirty percent of the points.”
Dennis was both surprised and delighted, praising Hook incessantly.
While the vast majority of Dreamwalkers were immersed in the Competition, a few Dreamwalkers like Bruce had already begun recruiting manpower in the human kingdoms.
“While everyone else is addicted to the Competition, we can easily recruit full manpower at a cheap price. As for the Competition, there’s no need to rush. It’s just a function for honing combat skills; it’s fine to delay it for a while.”
Bruce looked at the nearly four thousand men and women and said heroically to Luther, Allen, and Eva.
Luther looked at the nearly four thousand people standing in several square formations, his mood also agitated. Once people number in the thousands, they seem to cover the mountains and plains.
“We can’t leave just yet. We must train for a while longer and prepare enough seeds, livestock, food, and other necessities. Syracur is a barren land; we have to start everything from scratch,” Eva said cautiously.
Bruce nodded, then said with some confusion: “This pioneering actually requires preparing the same materials in reality. It’s simply bizarre. However, these materials can all be exchanged for fantasy points.”
Allen pondered, a thought echoing in his mind: Could this pioneering not be a dream, but reality? He suppressed this thought. Before having conclusive evidence, it wasn’t suitable to tell others.
In the blink of an eye, two days passed in the real world, and twenty days passed in the dream world. The four of them, including Bruce, went online in turns and basically trained the recruited manpower well.
They clicked the Main Task together. Under the rhythm of dream mana, everyone turned into white light and disappeared.
Meanwhile, in the Shelter Space created by Ace, on that barren land, materials from the real world had been transported here. The Dream Crystal Wall swirled with mist, condensing beside the materials.
The consciousnesses of everyone from “Fantasia” merged with the dream mist. White light flashed, and everyone appeared one after another.
What came into view was a savage scene. There was only some moss Ace had just scattered, and gases roughly identical to the Inner World created by magic.
Apart from moss, there was almost no vitality to speak of here.
“We have to pioneer a new world in a place like this?”
Eva screamed out, looking awful.
Allen didn’t speak. He touched the soil and breathed hard, the doubt in his heart growing stronger.
Just then, a light screen suddenly popped up in front of the four: “You are the first batch of pioneers of Syracur. The great God of Dreams rewards you with a total of ten thousand fantasy points. Please check. There are more rewards to follow; please look forward to them.”
Luther’s eyes turned into the shape of money, murmuring: “There is no difficulty that points cannot overcome. If it cannot be overcome, it’s because there aren’t enough points.”
Bruce saw the jumping description: “The time flow of Syracur is consistent with the dream world. Your task is to build a small town to serve as a starting point for other pioneers.
“The great God of Dreams will send down miracles irregularly, bestowing upon you various plants and animals.”
Bruce looked at the suddenly added two thousand five hundred fantasy points. His heart surged for a moment. He looked around and said loudly: “Isn’t it just building a small town? Even building a city isn’t impossible. Knock me out with fantasy points!”
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