Spare Me, Great Lord!

Chapter 414: The Miserable Life of Individual Practitioners

Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

On bare-foot, Lu Shu trekked across the gray land and had to climb over black rocks occasionally. Just a moment ago, the fight with the Collection of Gods had shattered both his shoes. However, he had only brought extra clothing in his Seal of Lands, not shoes.

He walked past cracked stones one after another, grumbling at Li Yixiao’s impulsiveness…

Speaking of which, should he follow in Li Yixiao’s direction? In any case, he had more than enough gargoyles and perhaps Lu Shu could have some fun catching them one by one?

However, Lu Shu was concerned about one thing. Based on his knowledge of Li Yixiao, there was a good chance of him becoming the public enemy in the end. Although Li Yixiao was not afraid of being sieged by a group of Class B experts, Lu Shu certainly was.

Thus, he started advancing in another direction, hoping to find a path untraveled by Li Yixiao. Finding the relic was none of his priorities, but he would have hit the jackpot if he could run into more CoG members. Their equipment was much more valuable than broken weapons and gargoyles…

Then, Lu Shu changed his clothes and even put on a cap and a mask, so that the previous group would not recognize him upon their second encounter. After all, his identity as a Heavenly Network member was already exposed, and there was CoG blood on his hands. Although he would never make peace with the CoG, he knew of better things to do than charge forward head-on like an idiot against Class B opponents.

However, he had a recurring feeling that the remains was ridiculously huge, as though he could never reach its boundary. At the very least, there were different surroundings in the previous remains, but why were there only stones in this one?

After walking for an entire afternoon, Lu Shu did not see a single gargoyle. Who the hell knew what route Li Yixiao had picked? Maybe he had purposely come here to provoke the monsters!

At nightfall, as soon as Lu Shu put on his earplugs, he saw two people approaching in the dimming light. Lu Shu’s presence immediately drew them closer. Two Class C experts? Lu Shu frowned.

Coming to a stop, the one in front asked Lu Shu in English, “Individual Practitioner?”

Lu Shu took out his earplugs and asked, “What?”

The two Caucasians were dressed in the same outfit. It looked like the uniform of some organization and was bright red.

Usually, one would not wear such a bright color in the dangerous situation, unless he had a strong backing.

Then, the two stared in disbelief as Lu Shu put his earplugs back in before they could answer.

The pair did not use anything to guard against the howling, except for their Class C strength. But how could you hear us after you put your earplugs back in again?!

“From Stanton Hope’s distress, +88!”

“From…”

Lu Shu nodded in acknowledgment. That fellow was called Stanton…

Regardless of other people’s choice, he would wear earplugs, though the baying would not cause any harm to him given his capabilities. At most he would be annoyed by the dolefulness therein.

However, why must he listen to that unpleasant noise when he could choose not to?

Then, Stanton almost screeched, “Are you an individual Practitioner?! We are of Class C! Come with us!”

In their judgment, Lu Shu’s bare feet were an indication of his weakness. They had met and mocked many individual Practitioners who had lost their shoes when running for their life away from gargoyles.

Besides, in their opinion, the strong could withstand the wailing with their sheer strength and only losers needed to rely on earplugs. If Lu Shu had known this judging criterion of theirs, he would probably had knocked their idiotic heads together…

This time Lu Shu heard him. But where are you leading me to?

Why were they so strange? In most cases, people targeted either lives or resources. But why did they ask Lu Shu to go with them? Why? Were they treating him to a meal? How hospitable!

Fine. Lu Shu was deliberating whether they had things up to his divine water’s standard.

As though content that Lu Shu would not dare to escape, the pair led Lu Shu back the same path they had come. In fact, they had captured quite a few unaffiliated Practitioners, who would not even run knowing their Class C status.

After another hour, suddenly Lu Shu vaguely heard rowdy noise ahead. A person was shouting loudly, “Dig! Quick! Slackers die!”

Lu Shu finally understood. It appeared that the organization was taking captive of all individual Practitioners in the region for slavery. But what were they digging for?

Following the two Class C’s, he climbed over a small gray hill. Downhill, hundreds of individual Practitioners were plunging their fingers into the soils at an empty space. Despite their extraordinary strength, for a Practitioner to dig with bare hands… it was indeed miserable!

At the moment, there were more than a dozen Practitioners in red uniform, among whom were three Class C’s.

It suddenly reminded Lu Shu of the walking encyclopedia at the beach recounting that a British Practitioners organization loved red suits. According to him, they had brought in a number of pros and their ability was rather remarkable.

Reality showed they were very lucky too. After knowing that gargoyles would become obtuse at night, they immediately began looking for team members on the first night instead of searching for resources. On the first night alone, five Class C’s had joined together, with many others afterwards. In spite of the absence of their Class B members, a team of five Class C’s could already turn their noses at unaffiliated Practitioners. Even lone Class C’s from powerful organizations did not dare to try their luck with them.

It was completely normal that a few lucky dogs from an organization happened to be transported to the same place.

Then, they discovered this piece of land by chance. Back then, many broken magical weapons were excavated from the ground. Although they could not be put to use directly, such resources were necessary for their internal research on weapon forging. Besides, they could sell the rest to others.

Though low-priced, there were huge amounts of them here!

In addition, even more discoveries were made upon further excavation.

Besides broken weapons, there were numerous human skeletons as well. One could not help but wonder, why did humans die here? And when did they die?

Just then, a group of individual Practitioners came, excited at the sight of so many magical weapons. Seeing so many individual Practitioners made those British pros rather happy too…

In the end, a work system was established, with unaffiliated Practitioners serving as free labor for the pros. Two Class C’s were even dispatched to gather more manpower.

It pained the individual Practitioners to accept the truth that they were happy way too early…