Chapter Two: The Defiant Treasure-Stealing Weasel
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Lin Feng curiously used his mind to tap on the “View Details” option in the system, and the following panel appeared:
【Individual Information: Mustelid—Novice Treasure Weasel】
Level: 999 (Error @#￥%&)
Attributes: Wind, Rock, Thunder, Grass, Water, Fire, Ice
Tags: 【#%*&】Max Elemental Resistance, Max Elemental Affinity
“Celestial Finale” max, “Mountain Collapse and Rock Demise” max, “No-Mind Severance” max, “Doomsday Aftershock” max, “Starry Sea Whale” max, “Final Judgment” max, “Extreme Ice Storm” max, Treasure Hunting 2
Mood: Extremely Hungry
Friendliness: 100 (It is hungry)
!!!
Lin Feng immediately understood the cause of his demise. Big Brother really is Big Brother—this is the power beyond the world?! If the Crimson King had something like this, what enemy could possibly withstand him!
Previously, I sneered at the cheating brother, but now I can only say—Big Brother is awesome!
Lin Feng exhaled deeply; the panic caused by being alone in the rainforest vanished without a trace, replaced by a reassuring sense of safety.
【Summon?】【Warning: Summoning is irreversible】
Yes / No
Without hesitation, Lin Feng chose to summon his safeguard.
“Squeak?”
With a flash of light, an unremarkable novice treasure weasel appeared before Lin Feng—primarily gray and white, standing on two feet, clutching its adorable little paws, seemingly puzzled by its sudden presence here.
Lin Feng recalled that in the game there were three types of treasure weasels: novice treasure weasel, golden treasure weasel, and grand golden treasure weasel. Aside from color differences, the most noticeable distinction was the pack on their backs—the more eye-catching and ornate it was, the higher their status within the treasure weasel community.
The one before Lin Feng was the most ordinary and inconspicuous novice treasure weasel.
Back to the present.
Lin Feng looked at the mustelid big shot standing motionless before him and tentatively scratched the back of the little creature’s neck.
“Squeak!”
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The little fellow trembled twice but remained still.
“Then... free to move?” Lin Feng cautiously issued the command.
“Boom!”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than the treasure weasel dashed out at a speed Lin Feng couldn’t react to, the shockwave causing a brief ringing in his ears.
When Lin Feng recovered from his dizziness, he nearly popped his eyeballs out—
Within a radius centered on Lin Feng, everything was vanishing at a speed visible to the naked eye: trees, weeds, insects on the ground, even a stone!!!
With the tiny figure darting back and forth, the once lush primeval forest around Lin Feng was reduced to a clean patch, as if gnawed by a dog, in an instant.
“Stop!!!”
Sensing disaster, Lin Feng’s heart galloped wildly as if a hundred thousand wild horses were stampeding through it. He hurriedly shouted to halt the little creature engaged in biological extinction.
“Squeak?”
The treasure weasel, busy digging at a tree root and stuffing it into its mouth, showed a confused expression.
Relieved, Lin Feng stepped forward, pinched the back of the weasel’s neck, and placed the motionless little creature on his shoulder—the weight surprisingly unchanged.
Gazing at the barren scene within a hundred-meter radius, he let out a powerless sigh and checked the treasure weasel’s panel again:
【Individual Information: Mustelid—Novice Treasure Weasel】
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Mood: Half Full
Friendliness: 100 (It thanks you for providing this—vast expanse of food)
Seeing the treasure weasel’s mood shift from extreme hunger to just half full, Lin Feng’s recently optimistic spirit turned gloomy once more.
—Confirmed, this guy eats even more than Paimon; definitely someone I can’t afford to support.
At this rate, forget buying a yard in Liyue—I might starve to death myself!
As for letting this little guy nibble freely, Lin Feng worried that soon the Grass God, the Seven Archons, and even the natural order might come to his door. Such behavior would have landed him in hot water in his previous life!
While Lin Feng lamented his future, a striking green mushroom on the barren ground caught his eye.
“Eh... don’t eat me, I will give you that ‘Violent Burial’.”
Lin Feng looked down, locking eyes with the trembling green unknown creature on the ground.
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“.......”
“.......”
Seeing this obviously “Lan Naluo” little fellow frightened by the treasure weasel whose mind was only on eating, Lin Feng felt a bit embarrassed.
“Don’t worry, we won’t eat you, I promise!”
Recalling the game’s information about Lan Naluo, Lin Feng crouched down and tried to speak to it:
“My name is Lin Feng. The one on my shoulder is my companion. We’re not bad Naluo; we just got lost in the forest. How about you?”
Covering its eyes, Lan Naluo stopped trembling and quietly looked toward Lin Feng.
Though not a child, Lin Feng no longer appeared as a dangerous adult to Lan Naluo.
He sensed that upon seeing him, it visibly relaxed.
“Phew... you are good Naluo, that’s great. Just now, there was an invisible monster that devoured the forest; Lanluomo was very scared.”
“It’s okay, the monster has been driven away. No one will eat you now.” Lin Feng glanced at the innocent-looking treasure weasel on his shoulder and could only lie through his teeth.
Although Lan Naluo is a spirit of vegetation, akin to a fairy in folklore, able to communicate with plants and usually not easily deceived, seeing the surrounding land barren down to not even a single seed, Lin Feng knew this was no ordinary situation.
“Mm. I was very scared at first, but the little Naluo saved the forest. The tiny spores and little dandelions with you say that Lin Feng the Naluo stopped the monster. You are a very good Naluo.”
Though somewhat embarrassed, Lin Feng seized this chance to ask the first creature he could communicate with for a way out of the forest.
“Bad Naluo, I saw them before, before the moon lotus opened and closed three times, in the direction where the sun rises. Very dangerous; Lanluomo dares not approach.”
Using his fading memories, Lin Feng interpreted that it had seen other people three days ago in the east, but they seemed dangerous—likely treasure hunters or a particularly unscrupulous gilded caravan.
Rather than wandering aimlessly in the forest, Lin Feng decided to head that way to check things out. With a treasure weasel by his side, his safety was at least somewhat assured.
“Thank you, Lanluomo. If I get the chance, I will visit Huan Naluo.”
Lin Feng thanked the little one who had given him valuable information and quickly set off.
Lanluomo, left behind, looked puzzled when hearing the word Huan Naluo.
After glancing in Lin Feng’s departing direction, it waddled to a surviving giant tree, turned, leapt, and vanished into the forest.
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