Because he might not have that much free time later.
Yi Qingfeng went downstairs to restock.
When it was not market day, the little town did not see much foot traffic.
Most of the noise came from cars passing through.
As a small town, it ran north to south.
In a sense, it could be considered a transportation hub.
Of course, because it sat in the awkward position of being less than an hour’s drive from the county seat,
the food and beverage industry here was only average.
It could not even compare to many remote townships.
The black dog sprawled on the steps lifted its head and glanced at Yi Qingfeng as he passed, then lay back down again.
This was a creature as pragmatic as they came:
it could quickly determine whether the other party had any intention of taking it to the nearby supermarket to buy ham sausages…
Compared to the pedestrians coming and going,
Yi Qingfeng was actually more familiar with the few native dogs that often darted around this area.
Of course, because he was too lazy to feed them,
that familiarity was limited.
At best, he had obtained the privilege of “passing by without being barked at”…
At this moment, a passerby who looked familiar but whose name he could not remember smiled and nodded at him.
Yi Qingfeng responded in kind.
This counted as part of his daily life in the little town…
In the gaps of the endless cycle between his former workplace and his rented room, the world intersected with him, then drifted away again…
He had always been clumsy and slow in this regard, and simply could not remember many things.
On that point, the 9 points of Charisma displayed on his Zongwang panel could be said to be well deserved?
Naturally, the town’s supermarket did not have the same variety as the large shopping centers in the county seat.
But if it was only to replenish things like instant noodles, it was basically enough.
Of course, Yi Qingfeng did not buy cup noodles again.
Instead, he bought several large bags of noodle cakes.
A long time ago, he had already become unable to stomach instant noodles much.
Frying an egg himself, then cooking a pot of noodles.
If there were still some scallions left, chopping them into bits and tossing them in, along with some lard.
It did not take much time.
But the taste was something instant noodles could not compare to at all.
He just did not know, with his current appetite,
how long these bags of noodle cakes would last…
In short, these were reserves for when he had no time to cook.
Just like the drinks in the fridge, they were basic supplies for a gaming shut-in.
In theory, he could buy some compressed biscuits online?
But Yi Qingfeng felt things had not reached that point yet.
After bloody slaughter, the Sanity recovery provided by a steaming hot meal
was something no nutritionally balanced biscuit or the like could replace.
At least, that was true for people active on this land.
On this point, overseas students who had gone abroad to make their way might feel it even more deeply…
…………
…………
The riot gear he had previously bought online had not arrived yet.
As for Fierce Fang, the rare elite had already dropped a piece of chest armor:
“
Villager’s Heirloom:
Equipment Type: Chest Armor
Equipment Quality: Fine
Equipment Level: Level 2
Equipment Protection: 9 (Chest)
Equipment Durability: 15/15
Equipment Effects:
1. Family Treasure:
This armor can additionally provide a defense level equal to 1 * character life level (maximum Level 5).
”
It was a piece of chainmail that looked gray and dim.
Judging from its appearance, it truly matched the elements of a family heirloom.
Yi Qingfeng had naturally never worn armor before.
And just as he was thinking about what to do if this thing did not fit,
he discovered that on the interface corresponding to his Zongwang panel, there was a unique “Equip” option.
Yi Qingfeng tried tapping at the air with his finger.
The next moment, he felt his body suddenly grow heavy.
This chest armor had directly appeared on his body.
Yi Qingfeng could not really say whether it fit or not.
After all, he had never worn any personally tailored clothes before.
In any case, after taking the warhammer out of his item backpack and trying to swing it around in the living room of his rented place, Yi Qingfeng felt it was passable.
Although he could not determine just how strong its 9 points of protection and additional defense level were,
it was still proper defensive gear dropped by the Zongwang.
No matter what, he figured it could not be worse than a padded coat…
…………
…………
Dinner was freshly steamed mantou.
In order to maintain his condition and deal with the daily dungeon that refreshed at midnight,
Yi Qingfeng had even taken a nap at noon.
At this moment, the night was growing deep.
The season was nearing late autumn, precisely when crickets were active.
This was also the only sound Yi Qingfeng could hear while staying in this rented room.
The little town under the night was incomparably quiet.
Only in spring would he occasionally hear a pack of native dogs howling one after another.
And outside the window under the lamplight was a pure night far deeper than that of the city…
For Yi Qingfeng, this was a moment his former self had enjoyed.
With no urgent situation, the chat apps dedicated to wage slaves would peacefully die.
Until the next day, when he crawled out of the grave along with the alarm clock, dragging along the wage-slave flesh that had yet to return to its proper place…
“Phew…”
After taking a sip of hot tea, Yi Qingfeng glanced at the time on his computer.
It was almost 12. He wondered what dungeon would refresh this time…
He felt as if he had returned to the days when he had once furiously grinded some online game that had the bullshit design of a “fatigue value.”
Back then, his eyes had been as clear as those of true cattle and horses in the physical dimension…
Waiting along with him were also the Zongwang players of the same version as him, whose daily dungeons refreshed at midnight.
Yi Qingfeng was rather curious:
Could it be that the timelines of other spacetime continuums were all the same as Earth’s?
Or perhaps:
this section of the Zongwang had specifically pulled in a batch of Zongwang players who shared the same flow of time?
In any case, by browsing these Zongwang posts that were either full of complaints or packed with useful information, Yi Qingfeng managed to get through this period of unbearable itching in his hands.
Until:
“Zongwang Notification: Daily dungeon refreshed…”
“
Encampment Deep in the Forest (Star Chart Empowerment+):
Dungeon Type: Daily Dungeon
Dungeon Challenge Level: Level 2+
Dungeon Difficulty: Simple (Abyss difficulty ticket not obtained)
Dungeon Monsters: Large number of worgs (monster group additional bonus: 250%), one berserk wolf (leader module)
Dungeon Rewards: Zongwang Calamity Coins, Common to Apprentice-Epic quality magic equipment, dungeon challenge letters, apprentice-level magic materials
Dungeon Death Penalty: Soul Weakness (one natural day)
Dungeon Description:
An encampment that once supplied adventurers with safe lodging has been lost within mist that seems eternal.
Some untraceable malice, like the cold and damp air, coils deep within this dense forest…
Your arrival has drawn the attention of those predators.
Now, you need to tell them:
who the true prey is…
”
Wolves?
Looking at the information for the daily dungeon that had refreshed before his eyes, the fully armed Yi Qingfeng pondered for a moment.
He had heard that this thing did not seem to taste very good?
But at least they were not those twisted monsters like rotting corpses that destroyed one’s appetite…
Without any further hesitation, Yi Qingfeng directly chose to enter the dungeon.
Zongwang, start!
The next moment, his figure vanished from where he stood…