Chapter 241
Everyone received a tuft of meerkat fur and a scythe from the Fenglian tribe from Zhao Shuying. One by one, they transformed into meerkats, each no taller than twenty centimeters—a rather small size even among the Fenglian.
Zhao Shuying, now a meerkat, pulled out a kaleidoscope and took a look at each meerkat. Depending on how long she held the kaleidoscope, the size of the meerkats changed differently. Yu Xunge grew to about seventy centimeters before stopping.
After putting Tulan back into her pet space, Yu Xunge took the kaleidoscope Zhao Shuying handed her and aimed it at Zhao Shuying, following the instructions to take a look.
Everyone began to organize their gear and character information, putting on what they needed and making necessary modifications. Yu Xunge didn’t need to use the “forged ID” option; using it would be no different from turning herself in once the skill wore off. She could simply use her pocket watch.
The Fenglian tribe had only two royal families, one with the surname Li and the other with the surname Wa. As long as she avoided those two surnames when changing her ID, she would be fine. Thinking of the Wolf Fortress that had occupied her mind lately, Yu Xunge decided to name herself “La Bao” (Spicy Fortress).
The portal had been opened in a wooden house near the tower of the Eternal Night City. As they passed through the portal, they found it already crowded with members of the Fenglian tribe.
Fifty-one Fenglian members exchanged no words, merely glancing at each other before shouldering their scythes and leaving the wooden house in groups, heading toward the distant tower.
Yu Xunge followed Team S out of the wooden house. She needed to enter the tower at the same time as Team S so they could emerge together to join the battle. Each team had a mission plan and would launch five assaults on the fifteenth.
As the investigation by Ding Hai progressed, the information collected became increasingly comprehensive. They discovered that the various alien races had a nuanced attitude toward the tower—not entirely dismissive. While the higher-ups strictly prohibited entry, they wouldn’t actually hunt down anyone who slipped in.
The guards at the tower only conducted a symbolic check before letting them in. The tower was known for its lenient entry but strict exit policies; even if someone disguised themselves, it posed no loss to the oak owls.
The oak door of the tower stood open. Despite the moonlight and street lamps illuminating the entire city outside, darkness loomed behind the wooden door. A threshold made of light particles lay on the ground, and the guard said that crossing it would mean entering the tower.
Without hesitation, Yu Xunge stepped into the tower with Team S.
The moment her second leg crossed the threshold, the darkness vanished in an instant.
It felt like merely blinking—one moment she was in one world, and the next, she was in another. Her ears filled with the sounds of battle cries and the explosions of skills, as if she had suddenly unmuted a game and cranked the volume to the max.
As the world came alive, a battle axe swung down toward her. Yu Xunge’s combat instincts kicked in; though her body struggled to keep up, she instinctively tilted her head, crouched, and sidestepped, narrowly avoiding the blow.
Before her stood a young minotaur, eyes filled with murderous intent. Though only level five, Yu Xunge could tell he had seen blood; his aura was different from that of ordinary players. She charged forward, using a clever maneuver to lock his arm, gripping his wrist and leveraging his strength to slice his own throat with her knife.
Wings sprouted from Yu Xunge’s back, her skin tone, height, and appearance transformed—she had become an oak owl.
All around her, oak owls fought on the ground, while high above, higher-level oak owls and alien races clashed—territory not meant for low-level players like her. She swung her knife wildly, darting around the battlefield, while also checking her status.
The first thing she did was check her information panel to see if her divine talent would expose her.
**[Peach Jar] Level 11**
**[Affiliated Legion]:
**[Divine Talent] Blazing Fire (D-grade)**
**[Skill 1] Fire Control: You can manipulate a cluster of flames at will.**
**[Skill 2] Really Infuriating (Passive): Fire-type skill damage +10%.**
**[Skill 3] Flame Vortex: Release a flame vortex centered on you, drawing nearby enemies into the storm of fire.**
**[Strength]: 19**
**[Constitution]: 85**
**[Intelligence]: 25**
**[Agility]: 25**
**[Luck]: 4**
**[Charm]: 5**
Oh no, she had turned into a little fire dragon.
Moreover, her information and attributes had all changed. The concern she had about exposing her true information didn’t materialize; the attributes on the panel reflected the real stats of her current body. Her strength and speed felt weak, leaving her feeling extremely uncomfortable, and her luck was only 4—what a stroke of bad luck.
Ding Hai’s worry about losing contact with friends after entering the tower came true. Her friend list was different here; it was as if they had loaded a brand new game system, entering a new game world.
The good news was that the divine talents and various skills that had already merged with her soul were still usable. The five items she had bound to Tulan and her translator were functioning perfectly, existing in a void where she could summon them whenever she wished.
Finally, there was the skill she had been most looking forward to: **[Moment of Reversal]**.
When she first rented **[Moment of Reversal]**, the skill description included a rental period as a suffix, just like the time she had purchased.
But now it had changed to—Rental Period Abnormal: @#！！@￥#%￥#！… Can only be used once every 30 natural days.
The previous skill description and rental period had turned into gibberish, ultimately condensing into the message that it could only be used once every 30 natural days.
The cooldown had lengthened, but at least it was still usable.
However, correspondingly, **[Furious Moon]**’s time-space walk had also turned into gibberish, indicating that there were gains and losses.
Yu Xunge began to seriously confront the situation before her. Various alien races surrounded the oak owls, who were almost being overwhelmed by eleven different races. She rolled on the ground, picked up a weapon that clearly looked like it was made by a goblin, and started shooting.
The battle lasted for several hours, during which her health dropped below 20% multiple times, often due to unfortunate circumstances—like the residual effects of skills from aerial combat crashing down on her, whether it was fireballs, arrows, or even shell casings. The most outrageous was when an alien corpse nearly crushed her; if it weren’t for her quick reflexes, she would have been dead.
Each time she felt the urge to use a skill to heal herself, an oak owl would call out to her.
—“Peach Jar! Here!”
With that, they tossed her a fruit that could restore health. Unlike healing potions, these fruits had no cooldown; as long as she needed them and could eat them, she could keep consuming them.
**[Chapter 313: Tower · Peach Jar · A Lucky Start?]**
On the battlefield, small oak owls darted about, reserving their healing skills for those in dire situations, while those not in immediate danger tossed out fruits. They all carried specialized packs filled with an endless variety of fruits.
These small oak owls not only moved nimbly but also generally possessed buffing skills to enhance their allies.
Yu Xunge treated this as a combat training session, starting to roll, shoot, and slash. However, she often found herself instinctively attacking the oak owls, forcing her to slow down.
When her long knife dulled, she discarded it and grabbed whatever weapon she could find on the ground. The opponents were all easy targets, perfect for honing her close-combat skills.
After a long day, she felt a sense of accomplishment.
She had taken down hundreds of aliens today; who knows, she might get promoted soon! After all, her surname was Peach! What a golden start! Once she got promoted, she would embroider a little star on her clothes as a signal to Ding Hai.
Hehe, maybe she could even command Zhao Shuying and the others.
After the battle concluded, Yu Xunge, exhausted but satisfied, followed the other oak owls back to their treehouse. Just when she thought she could enjoy a warm meal, a large oak owl called her outside and led her to a wooden house. “Peach Jar, starting tomorrow, you won’t be going to the battlefield anymore. You’ll stay in the kitchen to cook.”
Yu Xunge: ?
Wasn’t this supposed to be a lucky start? Why was she being sent to the kitchen?
She wanted to protest that she had bled for the oak owls!
But then she thought, maybe it wasn’t necessary to risk her life for them. She quickly dove into the kitchen, starting a fire for the chef as instructed. Her divine talent was excellent for fire control, and while she had wasted it on the battlefield, it was just right for the kitchen…
In just a few minutes, she realized that perhaps it was precisely because her surname was Peach that despite having killed many enemies, she was still sent to this place—indicating that the battle might be halfway over. At the very least, that Peach Crown, whose relationship with her was still unclear, had already made a name for herself, prompting all oak owls to treat the Peach lineage with special favor.
Fine, the kitchen it is. She could use this time to sort through the information on **[Spring Days Are Not Late]** and **[Golden Killer]** in her mind. Whether it was exercising her body or her brain, she had too much to do, and what she lacked most was time.
The interior of this wooden house was vast, housing at least a hundred chefs, and there were hundreds of such cooking houses scattered throughout the camp, responsible for feeding millions of soldiers.
Yu Xunge’s fire would burn for a month.
She had initially held onto a glimmer of hope that she might encounter a culinary master hidden among the logistics team, gain recognition, be taught recipes, and ultimately reach the pinnacle of her life!
However, she soon discovered that while most of the chefs here were indeed high-level, they were responsible for the meals of battlefield foot soldiers, focusing on efficiency rather than perfection, aiming only to serve meals as quickly as possible, with just enough enhancement effects.
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