Chapter 200: Pests!

Although compared to the races players choose, if it weren't for their genuinely docile nature, the mole rat people who would have long been labeled 'subhuman' are indeed both 'lowly' and 'inferior'.

But having received modern education, how could they endure so many intelligent creatures sobbing and kowtowing before them?

Especially since this is a group that looks harmless to humans and beasts, with each carrying a tiny shovel, adorable mole rats.

I go, sons, stop kowtowing—your dad I'm not dead yet!

Wait, why do I feel these big rats' mouths aren't just making simple cries but a language?

Damn, you all call yourselves 'mouse mouse', hurry up and ask your good buddy what's going on.

But complaints aside, the dungeon rewards were still tempting; the players nonstop, swiftly cleared the entire residential area.

Yet this relatively clean and tidy chamber, though its structure is extremely simple, has no entrance to deeper parts, seeming like a dead end.

Fortunately, experienced veteran players reacted, offering ideas on the public chat.

【I get it, the key to entering the dungeon's third stage should be on these mole rats!】

【Since the task hints we can't kill them, let's think how to communicate friendly with them】

【I'll give everyone a demonstration first!】

As this sentence was sent, a……

I go, there really is a goblin player!

All in all, a goblin under 1.4 meters tall, dressed neatly in human clothes, strode out from the crowd.

Wearing the 【Troll King】 ID that mismatches his small stature, and a kind expression contrary to his cunning appearance.

He casually caught a mole rat and began earnestly and loudly—

Squeak! Squeak-squeak-squeak! Squeak-squeak!

???

Mouse Kid was scared stiff by this crazy little green-skinned one, mouth slightly open, claws clasped to chest in shock, then

Uh……

He rolled his eyes and fainted limp.

Ah!!!

In the player crowd, someone immediately rushed over, wailing and screaming like they'd lost their parents.

Holy shit, you dog! If you scared my brother to death, I'll have you as tonight's snack!

... Actually, you dog-headed folks aren't really 'dogs', but with so many players choosing dog‑person starters, is it really okay to call others dogs?

In any case, the player named 【Desert Death God】, a dog‑headed fellow, didn't let talking slow him down—quick‑eyed and quick‑handed, he steadied the mole rat about to fall.

Such gentleness was moving, causing the mole rat to instantly regain consciousness.

But when it slowly opened its eyes, what it saw was a grin showing teeth—if you knew, it was a smile; if not, you'd think it was a terrifying dog‑head preparing to gnaw.

Squeak!!!

This time it completely passed out.

As in the closed beta, this dungeon's most important daily free reward requires ensuring more mole rats survive.

In other words, a mole rat's life is now far more precious than a player's 'life', comparable to various state‑protected animals—on sight you make offerings and let them pass.

Don't, don't, don't—everyone put away your weapons and speak properly!

So, before the other players got ready to set up pots and boil water, the dog‑headed fellow hastily dragged his doctor friend over.

Over a thousand players, a mix of all trades; having someone roll into reality as a doctor is quite normal.

Moreover, this is a renowned young talent from Beijing Top‑Tier Hospital, highly skilled in surgery and emergency medicine.

A beast‑man humanoid, professional match—saving a mole rat isn't exactly a tall order, is it?

……

If he had a proper 'hand'.

Brother, hurry up and save him—if you don't act, I'll end up braised!

Held aloft by the dog‑head's two hands, the green slime, soft and bouncy, stretched its body as much as possible but could not touch anything.

It could only wave a few tentacles, literally gradually heating up.

Idiot, if you want me to save someone, first put me down!

Oh oh.

But non‑human races don't inherit real‑world bodies' four dimensions, and slimes aren't a strength‑oriented race.

This 【Bio‑Demon】 doctor waved his tentacles for ages, yet couldn't even produce a crisp snap, let alone the force and speed needed for CPR.

Fortunately the mole rat's life is still tough; it was just given a fright.

The slime bounced on its chest a few times, finally waking it up from pain.

However, the players busied themselves for half a day but achieved nothing.

On the contrary, after this ordeal, the mole rats became noticeably more fearful.

Whenever they saw players approach, they'd instantly flee elsewhere, not allowing even a touch, refusing any communication.

The urgent task is to solve the problem quickly; time ticks by, and players start urging.

No, if this continues we'll really hit a wall—let's think again, could we possibly decipher their language?

But we're all humans—who can understand mouse language?

Even the genius players who mastered many minor languages came to test, yet none could converse normally with the mole rats; instead, being too 'rough' nearly scared another to death.

But just as they were pondering how to trigger the next plot segment, a few more players walked over.

Hehe, this is our beast‑man players' time to shine!

Since the game entered closed beta, the beast‑man squad renamed 'Beast Heart' has shown unusually strong enthusiasm.

Having gained beast bodies, they're all overjoyed, as if constantly parading through a pleasure garden.

Just that.

The bluish‑black smiling cat, the black‑and‑white spotted silly dog, the cow in a tight shirt that reads "I am a man," and even a squirrel that seems to have slipped out of a SpongeBob set……

No way, what a freakish combo you guys have!?

After the dog‑person with a husky head and the 【Wo Zi Ji Shuo De】 ID raised both hands to signal the whole crowd, the bravest of the Mouse Kids—a big white mole rat whose legs merely trembled rather than losing control—lowered his head with a solemn expression.

Then he made a series of sounds like coughs and sneezes, yet they seemed to hide some kind of linguistic pattern.

Who would have thought that after hearing his "words," the big white mole rat froze for a moment, then actually lifted its body, gesturing with its paws, and began a hurried gurgling.

It turns out that countless ages ago, the ancient beast god, in order to unite the scattered beastfolk and resist the human Essence Empire that tried to slaughter every other race, buried a universal language in the genes of all beastfolk using divine power, so they could communicate with each other.

Therefore, even players who are not normal "living beings" will gain the "Beastfolk Common Language" talent if they start as a beastfolk, allowing them to communicate with wild monsters that don't know the common tongue.

Although they had just experienced such an accident, the already timid and suspicious molefolk's trust in outsiders dropped even further.

But as an old‑school guild that has persisted from the closed beta to now, Beast Heart also has its own "Dog Village Guardian."

After a tense exchange that sounded like Crazy Dave arguing and like a mental patient's weird yelling.

Thanks to the goodwill from his title, he quickly calmed the panicked big white mole rat.

Thus the mole rat chieftain Soban nodded and let out a loud squeak.

"Squeak squeak squeak……

This time the molefolk's cries became noticeably softer, and their faces showed the relief of having survived a disaster.

After calling for his tribesmen to stand up, Soban ran over to a patch of cave wall that looked utterly ordinary and gestured at it.

Wo Zi Ji Shuo De followed over, tapped his staff against it, and sure enough, there was empty space behind.

The molefolk certainly don't have this kind of miraculous technique—it's the work of a mad alchemist.

According to Soban's account, when the human heard that outsiders had broken in, he lit up a strange‑looking paper and, by sheer will, manipulated earth and stone to seal himself inside.

In other words, this lord mercilessly left the molefolk outside to be slaughtered at the enemy's whim, so he could escape unscathed.

Such behavior is utterly disgraceful—even Wo Zi Ji Shuo De couldn't help shaking his head in dismay.

Ah, abandoning your little bro before the fight even starts—what a grab!

But according to the usual pattern, a high cool factor often means strong combat power……

Alright, except for Chen Jinnan, the chief of the Red Flower Society.

All in all, based on that reckoning, this boss's level is definitely inadequate—it seems the difficulty of this dungeon has been front‑loaded into the first two stages.

So……

If I could play a little trick, could I snag the boss kill before anyone else and reap the biggest reward?

Wo Zi Ji Shuo De secretly guessed in his mind, gradually constructing a satisfying script in which he would sweep the table.

The idea is sound, but what shows on his face isn't deep‑laid cunning—it looks increasingly stupid, more and more like a second‑hand husky……

Finally he made up his mind, stamped his foot, and shouted loudly.

"This is a hidden door, Chun Ai Ge—come help me lift it!"

Although they are a subspecies of tauren, the cow‑people's builds aren't especially tall or strong, and their racial talent leans toward milk‑maid support.

But a cow is still a cow—some bovine spirit remains.

The 【Chun Ai Zhan Shen】 didn't hold back either—he warmed up his arms, lifted the great hammer in his hand, and smashed it into the rock wall.

Who would have thought that with just a dull "thud," this hollow yet fairly sturdy rock wall would shatter in a single blow?

Wo Zi Ji Shuo De widened his eyes.

"Chun Ai Ge, when did you get this strong?"

Chun Ai Zhan Shen also held his hammer, looking utterly bewildered.

"Ah, I don't know either?"

Then, amidst the dust of the collapsing earth and stone, they saw a pallid giant hand reach out from within.

"Wait, I'm the streamer!"

Boom!

Hey, male mom, you're also attacking!

Smack!

Two players who were lively just a second ago were instantly both sent back to the warship to squat on the chamber pot, without even getting a chance to say their last words.

Now none of the players present could laugh anymore—after all, the boss killed the healer with a single punch, making him even more badass than Tyson!

Roar!

Following another deep, muffled roar, the massive body split through the dust, and its heavy footsteps sounded like thunder...

On the other side of the cavern wall, what slowly stepped out was actually a flesh‑mountain‑like stitched monster.

Seeing his teammates all looking at him in unison, Ji Ming innocently shrugged his shoulders.

"The Forest" and all that was just me spouting nonsense—I'm not a prophet at all!

However, after revealing its full form, this terrifying hatred monster did not rush to continue slaughtering.

Instead, it stood in place, lowered its body, and revealed the figure riding on its back...

"Doctor Zombie King!"

Indeed, the boss has an 'Edgar' on its head— isn't the Zombie King's full name George Edgar?

Holy crap, the giant zombie stopped carrying the little imp and now brings out the Zombie King!

This scene was too bizarre—the hatred monster's hard‑won aura shattered instantly.

So when Edgar proudly lifted his head, hoping to enjoy the enemies' fear and panic, he suddenly found himself recalling the feeling of his school days.

The gentle and kind senior sister, the pretty and cute junior sister, the tall childhood sweetheart next door, the treasure‑of‑a‑girl at the same desk, and even the radiant white moonlight living in countless beautiful dreams…

Well, none of those exist.

As a three‑weird person strange in looks, fond of strangeness, and behaving strangely, his school life was far from pleasant—he was a perverted monster constantly mocked by the crowd.

So when he saw the people before him either laughing or grimacing, yet none gave him a proper look, feeling once again looked down upon, Edgar grew angry.

"Beaker, kill them all for me, eat them! Right now! I want to see their pieces and blood!"

He exploded with rage, his voice thin as a goblin's as he bellowed, unlocking the last bit of mental restraint on the Stitching Monster.

And after it retreated back to the rock wall before its roaring charge, he sneakily used a magic scroll once more to seal the door.

How ridiculous—no matter how angry, life is still the most important!

If he were a normal person, upon seeing the leader order him to fight to the death while he himself secretly fled the battlefield, he would already have been furious and quit on the spot.

But Hatred is not a normal person; its soul holds only slaughter, and after receiving its master's command, its thirty‑eight eyes constantly well up with bloodlust and madness.

It lifted its legs, swung its upper body, and in an instant burst forth with a terrifying speed utterly unbefitting its heavyweight frame.

It was like an angry bull, and its collision volume was several times larger!

The players instinctively tried to dodge, but though the cavern was large, it was still too small to let thousands move about.

Especially after the mole people also panicked and began fleeing in all directions, they once again understood the value of 【letting as many mole people survive as possible】.

After all, just like every muscular brute, Hatred's signature skill is a fearless charge that perfectly exploits its bodily strength.

The movement of this mass of flesh weighing several tons was astonishingly imposing; each thunderous footfall felt like a blow to the players' hearts.

Combined with its own 【Flesh and Blood Weapon】 aura, it forces enemies into uncontrollable fear, robbing them of judgment and making them want to flee at once.

"Ah, Sain has gone all out—everyone, run!"

"Oh no, Mouse Kid here—I'm really about to run into bad luck."

"Stop being a mouse, hurry up and help—carry the Mouse Kids and run!"

In the panic, even though no mole people had yet been accidentally injured or trampled in the cover, several players had already been beaten to death by being unable to dodge in time.

If corpses didn't vanish instantly, the ground would now be littered with nauseating shards of bone and flesh.

He seemed to be sick, his head feeling foggy……