Wu Shuang flipped to the quest tab to check the completion status of the side quest.
Sure enough, just like in a game, after completing a quest, one needed to tap "Complete" to claim the quest rewards.
Wu Shuang successfully credited 50 gold coins to his account, but compared to what he had obtained earlier, this reward was practically a drop in the bucket.
The quest felt more like a beginner's guide and tutorial designed to teach players how to survive, making the reward secondary.
"Huh..."
While flipping through the pages after claiming the quest, Wu Shuang unexpectedly discovered that another page had been added to the interface. Written with four large characters, "Legendary Quest," a new quest rested upon it.
【Legendary Quest: Fulfill Old Henry's last wish and use "Argus" to slay the deep-sea leviathan—Kraken.】
【Reward: Activate Old Henry's Humanity attached to "Argus", awakening a legendary ability within the weapon.】
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"Are you insane? This damn thing can't even kill a slightly bigger fish... it can't even kill a goblin, and you want me to slay a deep-sea leviathan? Delivery boy service would be more like it."
Wu Shuang complained, feeling like the system was completely nuts. It had no concept of quest difficulty, issuing quests like making wishes—it wasn't like he was a god enshrined in a temple.
However, the main quest had changed. The kill progress had reached 1/3—after all, a goblin had died, even if it wasn't killed by him.
That silver-armored knight was truly ferocious, insanely powerful on a whole different level. Perhaps...
A faint idea sparked in Wu Shuang's mind, but it was just an embryonic thought. He couldn't even be sure whether the silver-armored knight would come over and stab him to death.
Speaking of which, when that goblin died, it seemed to have dropped something. But Wu Shuang hadn't dared to go pick it up—he hadn't even dared to retrieve the broken gun (Argus) lying on the ground. He had fled in utter panic, scrambling away like a beaten dog.
If not for the medicine in his backpack that he couldn't afford to abandon, he probably would have thrown the backpack away too.
Wu Shuang endured the discomfort in his body and sat down on the bed.
Previously, Red Humanity had come with a natural pain-relieving effect. But right now, he was genuinely in pain and exhausted. Still, he couldn't rest; he had to deal with his injuries and the state of his right arm as soon as possible.
He flipped to the chat room interface. After completing the side quest, this interface had finally become accessible, along with the trading market.
The former required 100 Kingdom Gold Coins, which Wu Shuang paid immediately. The latter required money to open a shop for trading, though private trades between friends or strangers didn't require a fee. Opening a shop cost 3,000 Kingdom Gold Coins—no small sum, though expected given its functionality.
Then, this page of the handbook transformed into a chat box reminiscent of a certain messaging app, with similar functions. It had not only a friends list, but also a personal ID—which was the Hero ID. The default name was Apprentice Hero + ID. Changing names cost money, but it only allowed adding a name while retaining the title and ID.
For now, however, the friends list was completely empty. The only option available was the regional chat room—specifically, District 127 where Wu Shuang was located. World Chat was directly unavailable, showing a prompt that it required progressing through the main quest to unlock.
Wu Shuang opened the chat room. It wasn't empty; he could check past chat logs, but only back to 8:00 AM this morning, as the chat room was open for only 12 hours a day, from 8:00 AM to 8:00 PM.
Earlier chat logs couldn't be checked because Wu Shuang hadn't transmigrated over yet back then.
He skimmed through the chat logs at a glance. The number of online users was a pitiful 197 people—a laughably small figure compared to the Hero IDs that spanned upwards of forty billion.
There were two possibilities for this: either the map was far larger than Earth, or the mortality rate was insanely high and the summons had been going on for a long time—or perhaps a combination of both.
He wasn't among the first batch of people summoned to this world, but he likely wouldn't be the last batch either. This chat room would serve as an important communication platform, allowing him to gather a wealth of intelligence regarding this world.
The discussions inside were also centered on content related to this world.
Some complained about night falling again, saying they didn't want to stay even a single day longer and missed home, among other grievances.
Others complained about how absurd the system was, calling a five-meter-tall giant skeleton a mere "skeleton monster" and ordering him to kill two of them, prompting him to curse the system as stupid. He was a newcomer who had arrived yesterday.
It seemed that five newcomers had arrived this week. Every week was roughly similar, adding a few and losing a few to maintain a balance.
However, judging by the changes in IDs, the actual number of Heroes summoned to this world each week should be over 100,000. Converting at this rate, it would take at least 8,000 years—which was far too exaggerated. He felt he was still missing some key clue.
As Wu Shuang browsed, the addition of a new person to the chat room was quickly noticed. People began tagging him one after another, forcing him to make a response.
"Holy crap, unlocking the chat room on your very first day? You're a dark horse, kid! Maybe you'll be the next official Hero in our group!"
Someone teased, and many below chimed in with flattery, closely resembling a group chat. But how they actually felt deep down was hard to say.
In truth, he had even taken down a goblin, but Wu Shuang chose to keep a low profile. Besides, he had no capital to show off anyway—he was on the verge of becoming crippled.
"I'm injured and need a doctor to check me over. Paid."
Wu Shuang stated his request. Since he could take photos with the handbook, remote diagnosis was feasible, but he had to guard against quacks and malicious Heroes.
After all, in a cruel, twisted world like this, it was only natural for some people to turn into lunatics or psychopaths after being tortured; he had to stay vigilant.
Private messages soon flooded in.
Although some in the chat room claimed to be veteran practitioners of traditional medicine, descendants of medical dynasties, or even veterinarians, Wu Shuang ignored them all since most were just teasing. He only looked at private messages.
Those who demanded thousands of gold coins right off the bat were decisively ignored.
Those who didn't mention their specialty or medical background were ignored as well.
He only looked for professionals. This approach wasn't necessarily foolproof, but at least it could filter out obvious bad options. Besides, only a dozen or so people had contacted him, so at worst he could go back and ask them one by one.
One message sent by someone caught his attention.
"I'm a first-year medical master's student, but my field is pediatrics. Can you tell me your specific condition first so I can judge whether I can help?"
Wu Shuang glanced at their ID. They had likely entered this world recently as well, with an ID differing from Wu Shuang's by only thirty thousand. Someone who had just entered this otherworldly realm was actually more trustworthy.
After thinking for two seconds, he replied.
"I'm not sure if my right arm is fractured or dislocated. It needs to be treated, or it might leave severe complications."
"Alright, don't panic. Relax first. Is it convenient for you to take a photo and send it to me?"
Wu Shuang complied, quickly taking and sending over a photo of his swollen red elbow.
"Looking at the photo, there's no open wound and no obvious fracture. It's most likely a dislocation.
Try touching the bone, controlling your force to confirm its condition. At the same time, observe and feel your fingers to see if they have color, or if they're numb and cold..."
"Are you not charging anything?"
Wu Shuang asked back.
The other side waited a few seconds before asking for a 100-coin consultation fee, but Wu Shuang only paid 50, stating that the remaining half would be paid after confirming it was effective, which the other party agreed to.
Wu Shuang followed their instructions. In the end, it was confirmed to be most likely a dislocation with normal blood supply, though there was a possibility of muscle and ligament strain or even tearing.
"What should I do?"
Wu Shuang directly asked for the result.
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