NFBE Chapter 7 The Rain Is Coming
Chapter 7 The Rain Is Coming
The southern outpost under the moonlight.
Lynn grabbed the hind leg of a pretty pig with one hand and plowed a barely noticeable bloodstain in the mud.
Adding the three that the little snails dragged back, there were a total of four enormous fleshy tanks piled up on the open ground, creating a strong visual impact.
Before the three of them could catch their breath, George suddenly let out a short cry and plunged into the darkness not far ahead like a bolt of lightning.
"George! Come back!" the roasting lamb cried out, instinctively placing the tin wooden stick in its hand across its side.
There seemed to be a blurry figure in the shadows not far away.
The moment George approached the man, the ferocity he had displayed in the forest vanished completely. He leaped up and accurately plunged into the man's arms.
The man showed no panic, but simply assumed a horse stance and, without even retreating much, smoothly embraced the heavy greyhound weighing several tens of kilograms.
"...Xiaoyu?" the whole roasted lamb called out tentatively.
"It's me! It's me!"
Xiaoyu's voice was clearly excited.
He was breathing in the air greedily, as if his rhinitis had been cured.
"Linzi... Brother Lin told me the spots were allocated, and I received the equipment very quickly, and then I got here. This game, how come even the humidity level is so realistic?"
Seeing the newlyweds repeating the same sentiments they had expressed that afternoon, the whole roasted lamb felt a strange sense of superiority.
He looked Xiaoyu up and down, and when he wasn't looking, he pinched his crotch.
"Wow, you're really strong. You didn't secretly give Lin Zi some money, did you?"
The whole roasted lamb in MapleStory has a rather powerful physique, but he was still amazed by Xiaoyu's body.
Lynn released the pig leg from his hand, patted the dirt off his hands, and silently observed Xiaoyu.
He noticed that when Xiaoyu stood there, her body didn't sway at all.
This is counterintuitive.
When the three little snails first entered, the dizziness brought on by the consciousness loading made them look a bit like they had sensory integration dysfunction, and it even took them a while to adapt so that their limbs looked more coordinated.
But Xiaoyu was completely different; he acted as if he had always lived there.
This isn't the robustness and strength that roast whole lamb is understood to represent; it's clearly a different kind of physical indicator.
It should be something called synchronization rate.
This extremely high synchronization rate means that his mental will can be perfectly integrated into this world.
He's a promising talent.
"Don't just stand there like an idiot. If you want to catch up, fill your stomach first."
Lynn waved his hand, and old Lucas immediately led a few bold villagers, carrying bone knives and stone slabs, to surround them.
In the open space in the center of the outpost, a campfire made of dead black wood was lit.
The orange-red flames dispelled the surrounding chill and illuminated the corpses of the four effigies.
What happened next really excited the group of young players who rarely go to the market.
As an all-rounder in the village, old Lucas's technique was extremely swift and skillful.
After bleeding the Floating Pig, you can start slaughtering it.
Cutting along the grain of the pig's back with a knife, there was no strong, fishy smell as I had imagined. As the skin and hair peeled away, what was revealed was pink meat with a healthy sheen.
This meat has a very fine texture, with marble-like fat embedded between the red meat like snowflakes.
Thick slices of pork chops were laid flat on a hot, smooth stone slab, sizzling as they were laid out.
The fat exploded instantly at high temperatures, releasing a primal, meaty aroma that hooked everyone's soul. It was the scent of wild animals that roamed the mountains and forests for a long time—pure, rich, and without a trace of animal feed.
Xiaoyu stood motionless by the fire. In reality, he had been so anxious about George that he hadn't slept well for several nights. But when he smelled the aroma of burning firewood, he momentarily forgot that he was in a game.
"Try it." Lynn handed over a wooden skewer with a piece of meat stuck in it.
The moment Xiaoyu took his first bite, he felt as if a taut string in his brain had suddenly snapped open.
It's crispy, with a crust baked to resemble a thin layer of caramel.
Is this really a game?
This taste is just too... too...
Xiaoyu was unable to form a complete feeling in his mind for a while; the smell of meat completely disrupted his train of thought.
Immediately afterwards, the scalding hot broth surged through my mouth as I chewed.
The chewiness isn't strenuous; rather, you can feel the muscle fibers springing back with every bite. No unnecessary seasonings, just a few grains of coarse salt, are enough to bring out the rich, sweet flavor deep within this high-energy meat.
"Wow... this meat has that... that kind of energy that makes you want to fight!"
While chewing the whole roasted lamb, he mumbled incoherently.
"I'm not bragging, but I've eaten good Wagyu beef before, but, but, you know what I mean? It feels completely different!"
The agent quickly replied, "It has to be different! This is a call I made myself, how could the feeling be the same?"
The little snail, however, didn't keep up with their conversation and was repeatedly experiencing the taste system of this "game world".
As Xiaoyu swallowed the chewed meat with his eyes closed, he suddenly felt that in this world, survival itself was a great pleasure.
When the last piece of meat was devoured, the fatigue of the five people and the dog vanished.
"Now that you've eaten, let's get to work." Lynn pointed to the dilapidated wooden fence of the outpost.
Upon hearing this, George jumped up and excitedly started running in circles.
It wants to gnaw on the wood.
"Sit down!" Xiaoyu seized the opportunity and kicked George in the butt. "You ran off right after eating! You'll die from intestinal torsion!"
The bloodline suppression from his master caused George to droop his ears and fall silent instantly.
"Tonight's events have proven that wood can't stop monsters like the Floating Pig. We need something more robust."
Lynn took out a bunch of blue snail shells he had collected that afternoon, as well as several bottles of sticky green slime.
"The blue snail's shell is extremely hard and has a natural layered structure. The three of you smashed it this afternoon, so you should know how tough it is."
Lynn pushed a simple mixing recipe in front of the four people:
"Grind these shell fragments into powder and mix them into the green, slimy substance. When this stuff is heated over a fire, it turns into a colloid that is harder than cement and is also impact-resistant."
Lynn looked at the four people illuminated by the firelight, a hint of pressure, like a client pressing for a deadline, appearing in his eyes:
"Agents, roast the whole lamb. Go to the stream to the south and pick out the heaviest black mud. Xiaoyu, you go with Little Snail and grind up those shell fragments for me, the finer the better."
"We will build the first wall here that the monsters cannot break through."
Xiaoyu took the stone mill and carefully examined the snail shell fragments that shimmered with a translucent luster in her hand.
He could feel a strange, faint vibration inside these materials.
This keen observation of the microscopic nature of matter gave him a strange sense of anticipation for his upcoming life of manual labor.