Hunting the World

As the clock's hands drew near midnight, the bustling Lava Fortress gradually quieted after a day of noise. Raindrops fell softly onto the cobblestone streets, their gentle patter making the night feel even more tranquil.

The servers for "Echoes of the Gods" underwent routine maintenance every night at midnight in real time. When that hour arrived, players out in the wild would sheath their swords and retreat into their tents, resting to avoid the ferocious enemies that prowled under the cloak of darkness.

Those in the city lingered, reluctant to leave the enchanting world, before finally logging out and lying back on soft beds, savoring the day’s magical adventures and dreaming of tomorrow’s unknown journeys as they drifted off to sleep.

Lu Kuan was not so fortunate.

The muddy roads outside the city were particularly troublesome. After traveling half the night, his gray-white leather armor glistened with moisture, while his lower half was smeared with mud, making him look, from afar, like a scallion freshly pulled from the earth—an image that carried a certain inexplicable humor.

He struggled to pull his foot free from a pit of rotten leaves, shook the muck from his boots, and spat in frustration. How was it that every time he ventured out, he encountered this wretched weather?

If not for the vital importance of this bag expansion quest, he would never have lingered in the Black Forest for days. Fortunately, his class was Ranger and he had level three in Scouting; otherwise, the sprawling woods would surely have been hi