This Game is too Realistic - Chapter 437.1: It Was The Will Of The Gods

"Motherfucker... I finally made it out!" Huffing and puffing, Construction Boy wiped the sand and sweat off his face. He stared at the mountains with uncontrolled joy.

He wasn’t the only one.

The players of the Death Corps, who were mostly strength type players, couldn't help but cheer when they saw the edge of the desert.

They had been pedaling their tricycles all the way. They even ascended as master riders by the time they approached before the finally saw the mountains.

If it weren't for the distress over losing some experience points and their hard-earned gear, they would have used their 3 day respawn timer teleportation magic to return to the city long ago!

Kakarot couldn't help but complain. "Piece of shit! How Escaping Mole got it good… He got a big gig the moment he came back from a vacation in Ideal City.”

Sitting on the tricycle, Eye Owe Money nodded solemnly...