The next day…
As soon as Wu Ming walked out of the church, the sky was clear and cloudless.
Thinking about what had happened yesterday, he had experienced the crazy craze from Advisor Ainna regarding the knowledge of the Dungeon. He had bought a gift for Hestia and was asked a lot of questions by her. He had also met the big boss of the guild, Uranus. He had learned about the current situation of Oralee and understood his own strength. Life was really full of ups and downs. Wu Ming was very tired. He silently recalled what had happened that day. Wu Ming, who had just returned to the stronghold yesterday, could no longer resist the invasion of fatigue and was deeply immersed in his dreams.
He slept all the way until noon the next day. Wu Ming then walked out of the basement of the church leisurely.
Today was another busy day. Although he didn't have a specific destination, Wu Ming had to go deep into the Buried City alone for a long time to investigate.
After leaving a note to Hestia that he might not come for a few days, Wu Ming left the stronghold and went to the main street through a small road, then headed to the central square.
Following the crowd of adventurers, Wu Ming came to the Tower of Babel…a shop nearby.
"Good morning! Uncle, are you done? My mask should be almost done, right?”
"Welcome…It's you. You asked me to make that strange mask, right? In principle, it's done. I tried to form the shape you mentioned…"
Wu Ming walked into the blacksmith's shop and greeted him. The boss then took out a strange-looking mask.
"In principle, it's quite similar…! Although it wasn't as pretty as the original and the color was different, it was still acceptable.”
"As expected, there's no way to reproduce it perfectly! But as expected, it's not a weapon, but a mask. You're the first one. Was it because she was so good-looking that she needed a mask to cover her face? However, this mask is a little heavy. Are you sure you can wear it? Making masks was quite interesting. Next, you will need to give it a name, and that will be it. From now on, it's yours. You have to give it a good name.”The boss grinned.
The name…
Looking at the strangely familiar mask, Wu Ming began to recall that the toxic milk powder was still version No. 60. The days of being tortured by the second spine and the days of fighting the two NPCs who used to be two bosses.
"GTL…that's its name.”That's right, the mask in Wu Ming's hand looked exactly like the mask of GTL.
Wu Ming put on his mask with a heavy heart.
"How is it? The size should be just right, right?”The boss said confidently.
The size was indeed just right. It was indeed just right…
"…It's a little heavy, but it's okay, this weight is acceptable.……Uncle, how much do you want?"
"It's just a mask. It's just some scrap metal. 2,000 farris will do.”
The most important thing about making this mask was that after wearing it, coupled with her falsetto voice, no one would think that Wu Ming was a girl. Although the person wearing the mask was a little suspicious, it could reduce a lot of trouble.
However, on the day he received the mask, he had to bring it to the Buried City. The main reason was that he had to investigate something. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, if he was fighting with suspicious people, his true face would not be discovered. It was also to prevent any accidents. This mask was used to hide his true identity.
Originally, it was just a mask to hide one's face and prevent others, especially men, from causing trouble. Now, it was used in other aspects…It was inexplicably strange.
However, this mission was a little dangerous. Facing an enemy above Level 5, Wu Ming was prepared to die once or twice.
Wu Ming possessed great strength, various buffs, bug-like strength, and spells that did not require chanting. There was no doubt that he could stand at the peak of the pyramid in the lower realm. However, there was still a huge gap between Wu Ming and a true expert, which was his mentality, will, and technique.
The mentality and willpower of the experts who had been trained cruelly since they were young were far superior to Wu Ming, who had lived like a salted fish in his original world. In this world, he had to meditate and occasionally train his physique.
The strongest part of a true expert was not the size of his strength, but the heart of an expert.
There was also technique. In this world, there were very few people who had reached the peak of technique.
Instead of wasting time on techniques, it was better to use this time to kill more monsters and improve his abilities. This was the current trend among adventurers. However, the person who would have such thoughts was just a dabbler.
The few truly powerful adventurers would not only kill monsters without listening, but they would also constantly consult, spar, and improve their skills with their own kin. They always yearned endlessly for power. He would try everything that could become his own strength. After cultivating to the extreme, he would pursue a higher realm.
Just like the Buried City, there was a difference between a training ground warrior and a main C. The purpose of the training ground was to test the damage, but how could it deal so much damage in an instant in actual combat? This required a certain technique, unless one could get all kinds of 999 points with just a touch.
As for the main C, not only did it deal damage, but it also knew how to fight. Even if their equipment was not as good as the Cultivation Field Warriors, they were still more useful than the Cultivation Field Warriors. The cannons on the mountain relied on these main C's.
After leaving the blacksmith shop, Wu Ming put on a mask and went to another shop. After all, he was going on an adventure for a long time, so he had to prepare a lot of things. First of all, dry food and some necessary tools for adventurers. Wu Ming also bought a big pot so that he could drink hot things from time to time. As for the source of fire and water, there was no need to worry about it. Although Wu Ming cultivated wind magic, he still knew magic such as Water Bullet, Spinning Fire Shield, and so on.
Some dry wood was also necessary. There wasn't much, just a little was enough. Although there were wood and food in the Dungeon, they couldn't be left out.
When Wu Ming finished preparing everything he knew, he realized that not only was he out of money, but his inventory was also more than half full.
When Wu Ming walked to the entrance of the guild, he noticed a small figure looking for something.
"Lily?" Wu Ming immediately guessed the identity of that person, but he didn't talk to him. After all, he had more important things to do today.
Wu Ming took a deep breath and slowly exhaled. Then, he walked toward the gate of the underground city. The real adventure of Wu Ming had begun.
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