Chapter 259 – Cat Dad In Stage 2


    Looking at the established stronghold, Joan and Battlefield Warlord were satisfied.


    "Any casualty?" Asked Joan.


    "None, ma''am. As you said, the mermen are cowards. They didn''t even put up a fight," Butter Tank rubbed his hands, sucking up to the immortal.


    Joan, Valkyrie Overseer of Asgard, Level 3,700


    The Valkyrie Overseer didn''t bother hiding her strength anymore. She revealed her true strength.


    The Guild War Tournament was a blemish in her fight records. As Xiaomao had killed her, she had lost all equipment and items in her inventory. Most of her strongest gears were lost, forcing her to use the spare weapons and armor.


    Coming here, Joan had two purposes – Humiliate Xiaomao and kill all his allies. Chickens, sheep, alpacas, dogs, and cats, especially cats, would not be spared!


    "Well done. How''s the preparation for the next base?"


    "The materials and crafters are ready. They have enough buildings, walls, and teleportation runes, ma''am."


    "How about sanity potions, remedies, panaceas, and holy water?"


    "Sanity… potions?" Butter was taken aback. He didn''t know why she would use it since it was a useless item in the game.


    "Yes. Wait a minute, have you prepared the potions?!"


    Butter Tank lowered his head, "No, ma''am."


    "Useless bastard!"


    Joan spat at Butter Tank''s face, but thetter gleefully opened his mouth and swallowed it.


    The valkyrie was disgusted. She ignored Butter and ordered Marcus and Master Yeet instead, "You two! Go hire more alchemists and purchase sanity potion recipes! Give the recipes to the hired alchemists andmission them to make at least a million pills!"


    "A-A million pills?" Marcus was taken aback.


    "The well-known enemies in this area are Taotie, Mimir, Cernun, Titania, and Qidia! We don''t know if a deity is lurking around here, but we assume that either Meowmeow or Chang''e might appear to confront Lord Odin''s main forces! But one thing is for sure, Titania is the master of Illusions while Cernun is, in fact, a Blood Dragon in disguise! They have the power to drain our sanity!"


    "Wow."


    "Now, move it! We don''t have much time to prepare before our main forces arrive. Don''t you want Contribution EXP?!"


    "YES, MA''AM!"


    "GO!!"


    Marcus and Master Yeet split up and coordinated with guild leaders and party leaders. They soon passed the order around, warning them to prepare and make more sanity pills.


    10 minutester, all yers received the order, and they obtained a quest.


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    <strong>Event Quest: Medicines for War!</strong>


    We''ve sessfully secured a foothold near our enemy''sir, but there is a problem – Weck medicine supplies for the explorer teams and the frontline units.


    The vanguardmander of this campaign predicted that the enemies will use illusion spells and curses to reduce the army''s sanity or status attributes. Therefore, Joan wants every guild to contribute sanity pills, holy water, panaceas, and any item that can remove abnormal statuses to the Valkyrie Guild.


    <strong>Quest Objective:</strong> Give sanity potions or pills to Joan. (Repeatable)


    <strong>Rewards:</strong> Contribution EXP


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    Everything moved perfectly as Joan had envisioned. However, not all yers were obedient as Joan didn''t supply them gold coins or PACT to pay the alchemists.


    The market price of the sanity pill recipe was merely one PACT or one million gold coins. However, the ingredients for one pill cost three PACTs, which was too steep for a debuff removal pill.


    In the past, yers might scoff and disregard the price as the PACT was cheap. But now, each PACT cost 30-40 dors. Not all yers wanted to spend 100-160$ for a repeatable quest that only yielded Contribution EXP.


    "Seriously, do we really need to follow that bitch around?" A yer texted his friend and voiced his dissatisfaction.


    "It''s an event quest, so it''s optional. It''s not like we have toplete it, right?" His friend texted back.


    "Yeah, it''s stupid. I''d rather spend my dough on skill books or spellbooks."


    "Same. We won''tpete fornd deeds and territorial war anyway. There''s no need to farm Contribution EXP in this event. Doing quests with regr NPCs is better and it''s free!"


    As the yer had said, regr NPCs in towns often offered quests with Contribution EXP as a reward. Although they gave a little at a time, it cost no money.


    Out of 50,000 yers, only 2,000 of them proactively spent money to get the pills. They also kept some for themselves and handed over the rest to Joan. This trend continued for a day.


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    = The Next Day, Seo Jungwoo''s Apartment =


    At 7 AM, as usual, Jungwoo copsed on his bed, mentally and physically exhausted after the grind. He fell unconscious.


    On the other hand, Xiaomao still sat cross-legged while his consciousness was inside his pocket dantian. His sweat drenched his entire body, clothes, and bed sheet.


    30 minutester, Xiaomao snapped open his eyes. Then, he danced like Michael Jackson.


    "TAKE THAT BIACHE!! I WON, WOOOO!"


    Because of the excitement, Xiaomao identally jumped too high, and his head broke a tile on the ceiling grid. His neck got stuck, and everything from the neck down was dangling.


    Fortunately, there was no other tenant in this apartment due to the frequent random explosions andmotions. All residents put their rooms on sale and moved away. Thus, Jungwoo was the only resident.


    Mir cackled and rolled on the ground,ughing at Xiaomao''s misfortune.


    "Idiot! FUAHAHAHAHA!!"


    Xiaomao carefully pulled his head out of the ceiling and got back down. Although the incident ruined his mood a bit, his smile was so wide that it made his face ugly.


    "BUT I CLEARED THE STAGE ONE, MUNYAA!!"


    Xiaomao got on his knees and shouted again, waking Jungwoo up.


    Mir nodded several times. She sat on two legs and crossed her arms, "Good job. I knew you could do it, mew!"


    Hearing that Xiaomao defeated the final wave of stage one, Jungwoo was shocked, "What?! How?!"


    Xiaomao scratched his face, "It''s actually simple as it sounds. Just 1v1 a million times, munya."


    "HAH?!" In disbelief, Jungwoo turned to Mir, "Really?"


    "I saw that. He cleared it, mew!"


    "…Whoa."


    Jungwoo looked at Xiaomao in respect and astonishment. Thetter puffed his chest and smacked it, mimicking Andrew and Peter''s saluting signature.


    "Call me the master, munya."


    Mir rolled her eyes and shook her head, "Don''t get full of yourself. Stage 1 is just a tutorial of what''s toe, mew! I just reshape your mindset and fighting spirits. Now, stage 2 onward is the real deal. Get ready, Xiaomao. I''m sending you back in your dantian right away!"


    "Wait, can''t I just get my breakfaaaaaaaaa…"


    Xiaomao''s consciousness sank to his pocket dantian, and his real body copsed on the ground, face first.


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    = Xiaomao''s Pocket Dantian =


    When Xiaomao came back to his senses, he returned to the meadow once again. He looked down and found himself naked once more.<novelnext>  </novelnext>


    "I might get used to this birthday suit. One of these days, I might go around and be a naked superhero. I''ll be arrested for indecency after fighting crimes and be a meme."


    Heughed at his fate and looked around, curious about what Mir would throw at him next.


    Betraying his expectation, something changed. Xiaomao sensed that a portion of his power returned, and he could summon his eight tentacles.


    Eight tentacles emerged from his back. Unfortunately, Xiaomao couldn''t use his inventory or bring game items to this ce.


    DING


    Suddenly, a system menu appeared in front of Xiaomao. Different from the game menu, it only showed the profiles and the portraits of sparring partners.


    Interested, Xiaomao checked their faces and the list.


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    <strong>Name:</strong> Wei Feng


    <strong>Race:</strong> Oni


    <strong>Gender:</strong> Male


    <strong>ss:</strong> 2nd-Stage Mortal Cultivator


    <strong>Specialties:</strong> Oni Transformation, Sword Arts, Swordsmanship, Demon Qi


    <strong>Origins:</strong> Heavenly Goose


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    <strong>Name:</strong> Wei Xiong


    <strong>Race:</strong> Oni


    <strong>Gender:</strong> Male


    <strong>ss:</strong> 3rd-Stage Mortal Cultivator


    <strong>Specialties:</strong> Oni Transformation, Sword Arts, Swordsmanship, Demon Qi


    <strong>Origins:</strong> Heavenly Goose


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    <strong>Name:</strong> Wei Huang


    <strong>Race:</strong> Oni


    <strong>Gender:</strong> Male


    <strong>ss:</strong> 6th-Stage Mortal Cultivator


    <strong>Specialties:</strong> Oni Transformation, Blood Arts, Swordsmanship, Dao of Blood, Demonic Essence


    <strong>Origins:</strong> Heavenly Goose


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    <strong>Name:</strong> Zhen Liqin


    <strong>Race:</strong> Half-Subus


    <strong>Gender:</strong> Female


    <strong>ss:</strong> 4th-Stage Mortal Cultivator


    <strong>Specialties:</strong> Subi Cultivation Method, Subus Arts, Dao of Semen Milking, Demonic Essence


    <strong>Origins:</strong> Heavenly Goose


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    Their portraits looked like eastern cultivators in fantasy novels. They had long hair, robes, and swords. All of them looked badass, judging from their poses.


    "What are these?"


    Mir''s voice resounded, ''Your new sparring partners. From here on out, you will fight every opponent on the list until you beat them a thousand times.''


    "A thousand? What for?"


    ''You''ll find out soon enough.''


    WHOOSH


    Mir forcefully summoned Wei Feng, whose strength was the lowest in the Wei Family. The cultivator appeared on the meadow, holding a jade sword and wearing scale armor under his robes.


    Xiaomao furrowed his brows and looked at the cultivator. His eyes were dull, but his presence and level seemed frightening.


    Clone of Wei Feng, Level 299, 200% Potential Difficulty


    "Not dummy but a clone?"


    Xiaomao spread his back tentacles and pointed at Wei Feng, curling them like spider legs. Although he had so many questions about the new setting, he was eager to fight and learn from Mir.


    Wei Feng also unsheathed his sword and got into a battle stance. Then, his aura changed. His sword was covered in a red mist, and his physique instantly transformed into a red giant.


    ''AHEM! Oh, I forgot to mention, mew!''


    "What now?"


    Xiaomao was about to attack the Oni, but Mir interrupted him. He stopped and listened to her.


    ''Be sure not to repeat your father''s deed, okay?''


    "What''s my father''s deed? Is there something I need to be careful about?"


    ''It''s just the moral integrity.''


    "Moral integrity?"


    ''In the past, Mao Miaomiao got the support from Devil in his early days, he could adjust the difficulty rate of sparring clones to 1%. He abused it by summoning clones of beautiful maidens and set the difficulty to the lowest. Then, he vited them since low-rated clones were weak.''


    Xiaomao widened his eyes.


    He was enlightened!


    He didn''t know that the pocket dantian could be utilized like that!


    ''Don''t follow his footsteps, okay?''


    "Good lord! Daddy, you''re a genius!"


    Although Xiaomao disliked gold diggers and bitchy women, he didn''t hate the idea of sexual relief activities that wouldn''t harm anybody. If he could have imaginary sex in this dantian with imaginary clones of beautiful girls, he wouldn''t mind it.


    After all, Xiaomao didn''t have to take responsibility after the deed. It was just a quick fap!


    ''I said DON''T FOLLOW YOUR FATHER''S FOOTSTEPS, MEW!''


    "I know. *AHEM* *AHEM* *WINK* *WINK*"


    ''…''


    "But seriously, I thought they had no genitals. So the clones have one?"


    Xiaomao looked at Wei Feng''s groin, which angered the shadow. It charged at him right away.