Jiayan said, "It seems that this game, although formed, is still incomplete."
Yang Yuan nodded, "Let's go in and have a look. This Newbie Village might have what we want."
The three of them entered one after another, while the brawny man who had been clamoring to kill wild monsters and then become the village chief didn't dare to utter a word.
The same went for the three hundred or so people in the village center; they didn't even dare to make a sound.
Because these were different races, ones they were unfamiliar with, they feared that if the other party got upset, they would be slaughtered.
Though they had inexplicably become game players, they understood the concept of the game but still had only one life.
If they died, it would be a true death, with no revival.
Soon, the three arrived at the village center and saw a stone monument at the center.
"What is this?" Yang Yuan asked.
