We Are, the Dao of Sitting in Oblivion

They soon arrived at the Level 5 leveling zone.

The people who got off here basically already had a full set of equipment.

Seeing Song Gua getting off in a school uniform, they couldn't help but take a few extra glances.

"Did this student get off at the wrong stop? He's Level 0 and should go to the Level 1 leveling zone. What is he doing here?"

"Does he really think this is a game, where you can revive in the city after dying?"

"Every year, there are quite a few overconfident freshmen who try to kill high-level wild monsters but end up getting killed themselves."

"He's probably a young master from some family. They must have arranged power-levelers for him, just like us, and they're waiting for him."

"Which family's young master is so shabby that he doesn't even have a weapon?"

Personal information could be chosen to be hidden, but level could not be.

Song Gua had hidden his information. Without any special means, others could only see a Lv0 floating above his head. Naturally, they found it strange that he came to the Level 5 leveling zone.

After getting off the vehicle, one could clearly feel that the fog concentration here was thicker than in the Level 1 leveling zone, but visibility was still decent.

Leaving the station and walking a certain distance across the wasteland, Song Gua noticed that there were quite a few people here as well.

On one hand, although fresh graduates like Song Gua went through a unified class awakening, much like opening a new server in a game, half of the students had been eliminated during the transition from junior high to high school.

These people, as long as they spent a little money, could also enter the city's Class Temple to awaken a class.

Therefore, in reality, there were still people of all levels.

On the other hand, rich kids like Zhao Can would have people power-leveling them.

In order to level up faster, they would come to higher-level leveling zones.

The monsters in the Level 10 leveling zone had thicker health pools and were less efficient to kill, making Level 5 the most suitable.

The combination of these two factors resulted in a considerable number of people in the Level 5 leveling zone.

"Map."

Theoretically, a professional's map function should be able to view the world map.

However, since Song Gua had only ever been in Yunshan City, his map range only showed Yunshan City and its surroundings. The other areas were covered in a fog of war.

"Swamp of Sorrows. There shouldn't be anyone here. Let's go."

The clones chimed in with their suggestions.

"It's so far! It's at least ten kilometers away from our current location."

"Let's rent an off-road vehicle. We can rent one near the station."

"It'll be dark by the time we walk there."

Song Gua smiled. "Who said I was going to walk there?"

Looking around, Song Gua found a large rock. He hid behind it, out of sight of others, and summoned four clones.

"Funds are limited, and there's no money to rent a car. Lift your emperor up and sprint toward the Swamp of Sorrows."

The clones looked at each other, knowing exactly what Song Gua was up to.

"Damn! You're going to die of laziness!"

"Is this something a human would do?"

"I don't know if the swamp is sorrowful, but we're definitely going to be sorrowful."

"You can't exploit us like this!"

"Who's going to hang him on a streetlamp?"

Despite cursing and complaining, the clones obediently lifted Song Gua up.

"Oh right, put these on."

Song Gua took out a few headcovers from his inventory.

These headcovers were roughly made of cloth, with a pattern on both the front and back.

These patterns were all drawn from Mahjong tiles, such as the Eight of Characters, Nine of Dots, and Three of Bamboo.

These were what Song Gua had brought out from the juvenile detention center, his bountiful harvest from those three months.

The four clones held the headcovers, looking them over left and right.

"Why are we wearing these things? Are we changing careers to become Zuo Wang Dao?"

Song Gua explained.

"You all have my handsome face. If someone sees us, how am I going to explain it?"

"Just say it's a cloning skill. Some classes in the Assassin sequence are good at that."

"But where would you find clones like you, who have your own classes, can level up, talk back, and exist for long periods of time?"

Unable to out-argue Song Gua, the clones had no choice but to put on the headcovers.

Sitting in his human palanquin, Song Gua rapidly advanced toward the Swamp of Sorrows.

He turned a lot of heads.

"Whose young master is that? He really knows how to boss around his servants."

"They're all Level 0. Are they doing performance art here?"

"If a wild monster that knows how to ambush pops out, they'll probably be wiped out."

After the first group of clones ran at full speed for ten minutes, their speed began to drop.

Song Gua then swapped them for another group and continued advancing at full speed.

Although ten kilometers was far, running at full speed non-stop, they arrived in just over half an hour.

The further they got from the station, the fewer people there were.

Upon reaching the Swamp of Sorrows, there was not a single person in sight.

It wasn't just because it was far from the station.

The swamp was rugged and difficult to traverse, with hidden currents surging beneath.

Let alone fighting monsters here, even walking was troublesome.

Everyone wanted efficiency when leveling up; who would come here to ask for trouble?

The monsters in the Swamp of Sorrows were all large beasts like Triceratops Rhinos, Irritable Water Buffaloes, and Fire-breathing Hippos, with levels ranging from 5 to 10.

"Finally, I can solo farm."

Song Gua summoned all two hundred clones.

"Charge!"

"I want to fight ten of them!"

"Don't fight me for them! I'm going to be the first to reach Level 1!"

"Our logistics classes seem a bit redundant here."

"Which big brother will carry little old me~~"

"Sissy healer, stay away from me!"

Song Gua coughed and said, "Hold it right there."

The clones, who were acting like animals in heat, all slammed on the brakes at the edge of the swamp.

"Come get your headcovers first."

Song Gua was currently Level 0, and his inventory only had 10 slots.

He had stacked up a full 5 slots of headcovers, each at x99.

While handing out the headcovers, Song Gua laid down some rules.

"We're all Level 0 right now, fighting Level 5 monsters. We can't be this reckless; we have to focus on teamwork.

Tanks, physical damage, magic damage, healers, and crowd control. We need to have this kind of basic composition. Form your own parties.

Make absolutely sure to use our numbers to bully the few, and cooperate with tacit understanding."

The combat-class clones began to form parties, with 5 to 10 people in each party, somewhat at random.

Those with logistics classes could only watch from the sidelines.

Logistics classes included sequences like Potions, Scrolls, Forging, and Formations.

Their class talents and skills were mostly about crafting items.

They could gain experience by fighting monsters, but they could also gain experience by crafting items related to their class, so there was no rush to level up.

"Also, while you're leveling yourselves, remember to leave some low-health monsters for me so I can reap some experience and level up."

The clones began cursing and complaining again.

"You're going to die of laziness!"

"You're just sitting back and reaping the rewards."

"Who understands this, guys? We're a bunch of Level 0 noobs, and we've actually become power-levelers?"

Song Gua gave the clones a kick.

"Cut the damn chatter and hurry up and level!"