Chapter 116: Taking It Easy and Going with the Flow

“Go ahead and get busy!”

After sending off the last lingering visitor, Huang Yunshuo browsed the forum, which was flooded with posts about the monster siege.

“Is the Sloth Knight just going to sit idly by? Invincible comings and goings—are we supposed to fight with our heads?”

“Hongyao Town has fallen; the defense has failed. Glory to our world’s number one useless town!”

“The massacre by the Baboon Knights—everyone might as well give up on defending the city.”

Seeing these three hottest posts, Huang Yunshuo ignored the first and clicked on the last one first. He hadn’t encountered these Baboon Knights before, and judging by this, Shitai Town would likely face them soon. Better to get a head start on understanding the situation.

The post contained only a 15-second video.

At the start, a large group of pink piglets charged forward. The riders atop them were no longer sloths but baboons Huang Yunshuo had never seen before.

These baboons were small, agile, and lacked the sloths’ ranged attack capabilities.

At ten seconds into the video, the baboon knights had already closed to within a few meters of the players, enduring a heavy volley of arrows, yet they showed no sign of attacking, which puzzled him.

Then, at the twelfth second, countless baboons suddenly leapt off the piglets simultaneously, flying several meters forward with a swift “whoosh,” landing on the players and launching an incredibly fast flurry of claw strikes.

-60!

-61!

Numerous hits dealing over sixty damage appeared; ordinary players couldn’t withstand two strikes. The white flashes of death erupted like fireworks, repeatedly and relentlessly. The once numerous players were instantly torn apart, with multiple breaches forming in their ranks.

The video’s recorder was also killed at that moment, powerless to resist.

“Damn.”

Another one of these freakish creatures.

Huang Yunshuo rubbed his forehead, feeling a headache coming on.

It seemed the Reforged Era was determined to take this reckless difficulty to the extreme.

In most games, level 9 monsters could be slain by players of level 7 or 8 with some effort.

But here, these level 9 monsters could reduce level 15 or 16 players to tears.

He couldn’t yet think of any countermeasures against these baboon cavalry and clicked on the second post.

This post was about a town called Hongyao, which was completely surrounded by dense monster hordes—three layers deep all around the southern city, packed with all kinds of creatures.

From level 1 chicks to level 9 baboons, everything was there.

Small white geese flapped their wings and swarmed into the first floor of the castle, where players offered no resistance; white flashes of death exploded like firecrackers, wiping them out instantly.

Numerous sloth knights patrolled about ten to twenty meters outside the southern city, shooting arrows at the player fortress whenever they had a chance.

The baboon cavalry attacked the walls with even greater ease, leaping directly onto the first floor without needing smaller animals to boost them, screeching as they clawed at anyone nearby.

Hongyao Town had over 2.8 million players, with cumulative deaths exceeding 2.9 million. On average, every player had died at least once. Yet the total number of small animals killed was less than 100,000.

“It’s tragic, absolutely tragic.”

Huang Yunshuo closed the post with a twinge of sympathy.

This was the sorrow of a town lacking skilled players to hold the line.

A town full of ordinary players, with neither competent leadership nor outstanding talents, was utterly powerless against the animal hordes. They couldn’t even clear out the level 1 chicks and were forced back behind their gates.

A tragedy.

Scrolling through the forum idly, Huang Yunshuo found many posts that piqued his interest but lacked time to delve into each.

Until he saw the post by Fox Soft, which, although no longer pinned, remained highlighted and featured.

“Wow, this wave of publicity is just perfect.”

Staring at the hundreds of thousands of replies, Huang Yunshuo swallowed hard, immediately exiting the forum and eagerly logging into the social media platform, diving into his own livestream room.

Since the siege had begun, fewer players were chatting in the black screen mode, but the two channels’ message flows were still rapid, flooding the chat with comments at a dizzying pace.

“Follower count just broke 300,000—more than the old Starry Sky livestream! And so many gifts being sent!”

Checking the data on his livestream room, Huang Yunshuo’s mood surged—thrilled, stirred, and full of fighting spirit.

There were plenty of other livestream rooms on the platform. Glancing at some of the big streamers still live, he noticed their popularity was solid. These folks had clearly brought over good traffic from Starry Sky livestream, likely sharing stories of why they had to leave that platform.

After some thought, Huang Yunshuo decided to start streaming himself.

Being a streamer required some diligence. He could open his livestream while grinding monsters; the viewers could watch the renowned Shitai Town’s defense battle unfold—that alone was enough content.

Starting the stream was effortless, and his content was no longer limited to giveaways and idle chatter; that was a recipe for success.

The viewer count shot from zero to 27,000 in an instant.

Wow, so many people had been lurking in the black screen chat or idling in the room. To have that many viewers without even streaming was a pleasure any streamer would envy.

“Streaming already? What’s going on?”

“That lazy streamer usually only streams at noon and night to scam gifts.”

“Probably about to do another giveaway? I’m calling my friends.”

...

The sudden start was so unexpected that the black screen chat descended into chaos. After a while, Huang Yunshuo again saw the signature weakling-style barrage comments.

“Good morning, dumb streamer.”

“Why stream instead of defending the city? What are you broadcasting?”

“Go fight in the game, you slack dog!”

... Huang Yunshuo genuinely wanted to slap each of these trolls hard. But then he remembered that viewers were gods, so he let it go. Let them shout and curse; if they sent gifts while insulting, all the better.

He was determined to make them curse and gift at the same time—the angrier, the richer. Just wait and see.

Donning his helmet, he entered the game. After idling a bit, Huang Yunshuo immediately saw a swarm of yellow wasps.

The countless players who had surged out of the city before were once again pushed back. Checking the defense stats, the players had died over 700,000 times, killing 310,000 monsters—still a far cry better than the pitiful Hongyao Town.

“Slacking off in broad daylight?”

Zhao Shengsheng immediately questioned him. Huang Yunshuo looked around; only Zhao Shengsheng remained atop the city wall, everyone else had moved to the lower floors.

“Balance of work and rest, balance of work and rest,” Huang Yunshuo chuckled. “Aren’t you slacking up here too?”

“Nonsense. I’m just waiting here to tell you something.”

Zhao Shengsheng pointed southward. “At the end of the Sloth Forest, there’s a small hill. The real Cock-a-doodle-doo is up there right now.”

“That guy just swaggered over, attacking the castle. Many of us died once because of it.”