My Disciples are Too Idiotic

Chapter 459 312: You Smelly Show-off, You Call This Thing a Boss?

Bloodline? Constitution? The players looked at each other, exchanging bewildered glances.

Ever since the gameplay involving Constitutions and Bloodlines had been introduced, the players had started to sense something amiss—the Constitutions and Bloodlines they pursued didn't seem to be all that formidable.

Look at the top ten players on the Combat Power List; aside from Dung Beetle, the rest don't seem to have any special Constitutions, right? Moreover, those players with Bloodlines and Constitutions had long since faded into mediocrity.

During the Third Test, these players were indeed the center of attention, especially considering that back then, Junlin had been overwhelmed by four Newbie Players. But that was merely a transient glory at the start of the Third Test.

And now? There's no advantage at all, is there? Forget about the players from the Third Test; even among the Newbie Players, there are hardly any with Bloodlines or Constitutions. With the introduction of Race Gameplay, quite a few Newbie Players outright abandoned the Human Race option. It's already the Fifth Test, and the Human Race is just so weak.

But now? The Mysterious Realm Dungeon from the Fifth Test actually has requirements, and players with Special Races or Bloodline Constitutions seem to have an advantage. Does that mean that Bloodlines and Constitutions were all waiting for this moment?

Damn Game Designer, you really deserve to die!

"Are you kidding me? I've been chasing Power for so long, waiting for the rise of the Human Race, and now you're telling me this Dungeon isn't human-friendly?"

"Go to hell! How is this just unfriendly? It's completely targeted!"

"Human Race, not even a dog would play it!"

"I've completely wasted this life! After Resurrection, I'm heading straight to the House of Evolution to transform. If I play Human Race again, I'm a dog!"

"..."

Whether they were Veteran Players or New Players, anyone who chose the Human Race started cursing up a storm at this moment. While the other players were somewhat dissatisfied, at least they still had a bit of an advantage. It was just not a significant one.

Dung Beetle looked at those dejected players and laughed heartily. "You all disdained my Stinky Tofu before. Now you're regretting it, aren't you? My Stinky Tofu, covered with Long Xiang, grants a special Constitution. Serves you right, you bunch of trash!"

Seeing his triumphant look, even Junlin, known for his good temper, couldn't help but pull out his Dagger. This guy is getting too carried away, isn't he? Does he want to experience a backstab?

Even Old Mo, who held the highest combat power, hadn't spent as much time in the Dungeon as Dung Beetle had. Among all the players, Dung Beetle was the one who had spent the most time there. For the others, starting with fifteen minutes already counted as having a certain advantage.

Flourishing Flowers looked at Dung Beetle and asked, "Do you have any more Stinky Tofu? Give me a few jars; you name the price."

Hearing this, many Human Race players also turned their attention to Dung Beetle. After all, Dung Beetle's Stinky Tofu was something that could grant Constitutions for free. It was not something to be missed. A large number of Human Race players eyed Dung Beetle, hoping to buy some Stinky Tofu.

But Dung Beetle shook his head and said, "Forget about it. I only have a few jars left, which are meant to be consumed internally by our Wood Leaf Village. There's plenty in the Lower Realm, though, but they've all been left in the Demon Beast Forest, and I can't get them now."

To curry favor with the Nine Nether Cold Red Flood Dragon, he had buried many jars of Stinky Tofu by the Cold Pond in the Demon Beast Forest. All of these jars had been buried using the dragon's own excrement. The flavor was absolutely unique! He was the only player among them all who could create Stinky Tofu that could change one's Constitution.

"Boss is mighty and domineering."

"Truly our idol, actually ahead of everyone by several patches."

"Boss must have known that Constitutions and Bloodlines would be useful in the Fifth Test; that's why he let us eat the Stinky Tofu early."

"Once our Boss, always our Boss!"

"..."

Dung Beetle had quite a few fans. Aside from the four people from the Starting with a Dog of the First Generation Fan Club, the most mindless lickspittles were the second generation of five: The Heavens are Dead, Yellow Heaven Must Rise, Year of Jiazi, Great Fortune Under Heaven, and Thunder God Assist Me. These five had taken over the legacy of the first-generation fans and become the strongest lackeys around Dung Beetle. While others fawned over goddesses, these five threw all caution to the wind in flattering Dung Beetle. They couldn't be more obtuse.

And Dung Beetle really enjoyed their adoration, looking favorably upon the five of them.

"Hey, keep it down. We're all brothers here; you'll make me blush with all that praise." Dung Beetle put his hands on his hips and threw his head back in laughter.

But as soon as he let out a laugh, his laughter stopped abruptly. His eyes filled with fear and astonishment, as if he had seen a ghost.

His reaction left many players dumbstruck, all looking at him, wondering what was wrong. What's going on? Did he choke on his own laugh? Some players subconsciously looked up into the sky, and then their expressions turned ugly as well.

"What the hell is that?"

"That huge eye is just staring down; I feel like I've been completely exposed."

"Shut it! What are you, a female player, babbling about? We can talk about this feeling privately; no need to say it out loud in public."

"Are you serious? You're still making lewd jokes at a time like this?"

"..."

The players looked up one after another, their faces turning the same shade as Dung Beetle's.

Above their heads, at a distance none could fathom, an eyeball as large as the sun quietly looked down upon them all.