Chapter 33: Out of Control
Lucien sincerely despised cursing, but ever since he’d joined this game—no, had been active in this game for the last three to four days—he had cursed more than he had in the past twenty-five years of his life. His future was not looking bright at all.
He stifled another curse just as it was about to escape his lips again.
The leveling system was beyond terrible! But actually, when he thought about it, whatever the gaming company did to create such a reward system, it was extremely efficient—unbiased to any level.
Lucien had noticed that there was a fixed amount of Fusion points he gained from monsters, and there was a required amount of Fusion points he needed to advance to a new level.
For example, to advance to level 30, he needed to kill four Elite Palebranch Wights. He had killed four more and still hadn’t advanced to level 31.
In the course of how difficult it was to kill four, he had cursed twice, which was why he had to stifle this curse.
Although this proved to be extremely challenging, it struck a balance and didn’t matter whether one was a low-level player challenging high-level monsters or following the regular path. At the initial stages, it would benefit a low-level player hunting high-level monsters, but after several kills of the same kind of monster, it began to get less and less efficient. One couldn’t really trick the system in this game.
Lucien braced himself and lunged into the air. In that moment, the land shook with another shockwave, and the Palebranch Wights around him lost balance yet again. He vanished and went on a ten-second killing spree.
He had switched to the Palebranch Spear and was grateful he did because it was more effective in dealing with the Wights, especially when he ignited the spear with flames. The Elites weren’t resistant to the flame because the spear applied Wither and Whisperroot, with the latter being devastating after several strikes.