When You Become an NPC That Might Die Any Moment in the Novice Village-Chapter 175 - 79 From Elite Monster to Regional BOSS! [4k]_2

Interesting.

Bai Fu felt she had grasped the crux of the issue.

Increasing popularity + increasing storyline exploration degree = Strengthening!

In fact, this mode was very reasonable, to enhance one's role positioning, one had to actively compete.

Even if she originally was just an obscure little shrimp, but if she did better than the Main Character, if her influence was greater than the Main Character's, who could say she wasn't the real Main Character, who could say what she did wasn't the real main storyline?

The promotion of [Watcher's Lament] from a hidden task to a regional mainline proved her thoughts were correct.

This game world was dynamic, the officials always encouraged players to actively change the game's story, creating a unique gaming experience that belonged only to them.

"It feels like I'm competing for Qi Fortune in the Immortal World."

Bai Fu felt her entire being boiling with passion.

She invested experience, raising Apprentice Spiritual Artist from Lv10 to Lv11, and all the additional 3 attribute points went into Inspiration.

Now her Constitution was already very high, so there was no need to continue increasing Constitution for a while.

After leveling up, Bai Fu's attributes became—

[Life Value]:1730/1730

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[Spiritual Ability Value]:600/600

[Attributes]: Power 20, Agility 21, Constitution 75, Intelligence 16, Spirit 24, Inspiration 57

Looking across the entire Goli Desert, it was doubtful to find a stronger NPC than her, only those large-bodied, thick-skinned sandworms with innate infection abilities could pose a deadly threat to her.

No matter, those sandworms, no matter how strong, will inevitably die by the players' hands.

Bai Fu closed her personal panel.

She should be able to beat Graham now, but it was still safer to go with the players.

There was still some time left before version 1.1 [Dark Moon Tide] officially opened, and she just took this opportunity to prepare for the arrival of more players.

The next day, she left the inn bright and early.

Since the Red Sand Camp had been eradicated by her and the players, Shelter 11 had changed, the previously somewhat deserted streets gradually became lively, even early in the morning the streets were filled with children chasing each other and playing, a situation that would have been impossible before, for fear of Wanderers from Red Sand Camp suddenly causing trouble.

Bai Fu knew this was just the beginning, as time went by, more and more people would come here, allowing Shelter 11 to recover its former prosperity, or even exceed it.

Who wouldn't like a stable living environment?

After a while, Bai Fu arrived at Old Nison's tavern.

The tavern was very quiet, apart from Old Nison, who was cleaning glasses, there was only a youth with a scar on the left cheek.

"You're here."

Old Nison greeted her with a smile.

Before Bai Fu could reply, the youth excitedly stood up.

"You're the famed Master of the Silent Court, right?"

Master?

Since when did I have such a title?

Bai Fu was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "What do you need from me?"

She cast a Spiritual Vision over, finding nothing special about the youth, just an Ordinary Scavenger with a Total Level of 21, stronger than most players, but not by much.

The youth glanced at Old Nison, who introduced, "His name is Sean, originally a resident of Shelter 11. Two years ago, when Red Sand Camp attacked Shelter 11, his parents died in that battle. After that, he left Shelter 11, always seeking a chance to take revenge on Red Sand Camp. Hearing that you had destroyed Red Sand Camp, he immediately came back."

Affinity 71, it seemed the news was correct.

"I am, you..."

Before Bai Fu could speak, Sean suddenly knelt on the ground, his eyes brimming with tears, but his lips were utterly undisguisable with joy.

"Thank you, if it weren't for you, perhaps I could never have found the chance to take revenge until the day I died, thank you."

Old Nison didn't step forward to stop him.

He understood Sean's feelings better than anyone, when he was born, Shelter 11 was even more chaotic than now, and the tragedies that came with the chaos were several times more numerous.

He floundered through such tragedies, experiencing one separation from life and death after another before finally conceiving the idea of establishing the Watchers to restore order to the Goli Desert.

Regrettably, even though he paid a tremendous price and even drew an SSR card like Julia, the fate of the Watchers was still to stand guard eternally in the sands, unable to achieve the desired outcome.

Who could blame them for being so weak in the face of the Truth Society?

It was an insurmountable chasm.

The Truth Society merely had to lift a finger to stomp their lifelong dreams into the mud, leaving no possibility of rising again.

How sad.

Bai Fu consoled a greatly emotional Sean, finding the feeling of being appreciated quite nice. But now was not the time to indulge in it.

"I have something I'd like to discuss with you," she said to Old Nison.

Old Nison replied, "Go up to the second floor, Sean. Please help watch the tavern for me."

The two of them went upstairs, one after the other.

Bai Fu got straight to the point, "I'd like to invite you to join the Silent Court."

Old Nison hesitated for a long time but still shook his head, "I'm a waste discarded by the old era. Apart from running this tavern, what I desire most now is for Julia to return safely. It's my fault she was captured by the Truth Society—if I hadn't invited her to the Watchers, she wouldn't have been taken."

That was a lie!

Bai Fu could see right through it.

"Really? If I said that by joining the Silent Court, there's a hope of realizing the Watchers' unfinished grand ambition, would your answer still be the same?"

Old Nison's mouth opened slightly.

Bai Fu said, "Originally, I came here only to complete a transaction with Julia. But now I plan to stay for a while longer. My plan is to first complete the transaction with Julia and then eradicate all the disobedient Wanderer Camps in the Goli Desert. Once these two goals are met, my next task will be to rebuild the abandoned settlements in the Goli Desert, and gradually eliminate all the Mutated Life in the vicinity using these settlements as a hub. It's a grand plan. As a former Watcher, don't you feel the slightest bit of excitement?"

Old Nison had to admit that the pie Bai Fu painted was very big and tempting.

When he was the boss of the Watchers, his goal was just to eliminate all Wanderer Camps and restore order to the Goli Desert. But Bai Fu planned to clear out the Mutated Life as well.

If possible, of course, he hoped all this could be achieved, but was it feasible?

Before the war erupted, the Goli Desert was just a small desert. It was the war and pollution that expanded the area covered by the sands.

"Come, the reborn Goli Desert needs your management skills. If you truly had no aspirations, you probably would have left this sorrowful place long ago, right?" Bai Fu said, "I'm just an outsider; I can't stay here forever. When I see the opportunity, I will leave. The Goli Desert ultimately belongs to those of you who live here."

A heart that lay silent for a long time rekindled.

A pair of eyes that grew muddy finally brightened.

Old Nison raised his head, "What is it you seek?"

—Surely the world's stage is large and beautiful, and I want to stand at its center!

But saying that would probably make her sound like someone with "adolescent syndrome."

Bai Fu said, "To become stronger, strong enough to no longer be constrained by the Truth Society or Genetic Primordials."

Was such a thing achievable?

Old Nison was reminded once more of how the Watchers' past had been shattered by the overwhelming might of the Truth Society.

In the end, he nodded.

He was not content, so when the opportunity was presented, he decided to try once more.

While successfully recruiting Old Nison, Bai Fu also brought Sean into the fold.

Sean had been roaming the Goli Desert for the past two years and was very familiar with its terrain. In time, he could guide the new players on some less dangerous tasks.

After leaving the tavern, Bai Fu still had to find Gao Yuan to ask for some people.

Outside the tavern, the sunlight was fierce.

It was the sun at eight o'clock in the morning.

In one more day, the players would return.

Walking on the road, Bai Fu boredly browsed the Community and happened to see Digging Girl posting her long-prepared new video—

"Silent Court News Release, First Edition"