He had accepted a church mission that didn't necessarily require him to kill the enemies of the church himself; he only needed to strike the enemies to earn rewards based on his Contribution Degree.
So Rotten Persimmon planned to fleece Jack a bit.
If he couldn't handle this NPC himself, couldn't he at least strike at his ordinary human subordinates?
Although, Rotten Persimmon would often inexplicably recall the fear of being dominated by Jack's corpse guarding.
He shook his head, trying not to think too much.
A few days later.
Rotten Persimmon left the rental house with his brothers, heading as usual to the sludge pools to level up by grinding monsters.
Passing by Denton Street, they suddenly encountered chaos.
About five or six players burst out of a grocery store on the street, each carrying valuable items in their arms, looking as though they had just completed a robbery.