After Maxing out all Classes

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Robb handed over a set of top-tier magician equipment, including the Staff of Life and the Demon Cloth Set, to Miss Queen. She knew that she didn’t need to find a separate room to change into these items. With just a thought, the equipment magically appeared on her body.

In an instant, Miss Queen was transformed into a dazzling figure. However, she wasn’t fond of this look. Having dealt with Robb for years, she knew that all the clothes he crafted had the same design. If another female magician were to take the stage, they would end up wearing the same outfit.

Miss Queen then took out the “Pristine Wedding Gown” from her bag and put it on. Instantly, she looked as beautiful as a woman could be, outshining everyone else. The crowd couldn’t help but silently exclaim, “Damn! She truly is the Queen of the Kingdom of Gran. We can’t compare.”

Robb smiled at her but said nothing more. He turned to the crowd and announced, “The second team member is the King of the Kingdom of Norma, a descendant of heroes, Hero King! He will be the off-tank!”

The Hero King of Norma strode forward to join Robb.

Robb handed him a set of armor, saying, “This is mainly for you to tank the summoned dragons.”

The Hero King replied, “Receiving such a treasure is already a great honor. I wouldn’t dare ask for more.”

“The third team member is the Guardian Beast of the Desert Kingdom, Sphinx! He will be the DPS!”

“The fourth team member is Chris from the Adventurers’ Guild! He will be the off-tank!”

“The fifth team member is a high monk from the Shaolin Temple in Big Tang! He will be the DPS!”

Robb continued to read out names one by one…

Duke Madeline, Berserker Perseus, the Big Loli Russ, Gorda, Jike, Xuelu, Elsie, Eddie, Nuolun, Suofa, Ishir, Kante—each name represented a memory, a life, a shared journey, a legend, an epic.

Having lived in this world for ten years, Robb was never alone. He had a large group of friends. Without their support and help, even if he were powerful, he couldn’t be happy.

The main team was quickly assembled.

Just as Robb was about to announce that the main team was ready, a voice suddenly shouted from the crowd, “Why wasn’t Court Archmage Saint George selected? I’m clearly so powerful!”

Everyone had been quietly listening to Robb’s arrangements when this abrupt interruption left them stunned for a few seconds.

Immediately, a group of people rushed over and began beating George, shouting, “You idiot! How dare you speak nonsense in front of Godfather? Do you want to die?”

“When did you become ‘Saint’ George? Stop adding ‘Saint’ in front of your own name.”

“Take your ping-pong ball-sized fireball and get lost; you can’t even break through the Black Dragon’s defenses,” someone jeered.

Robb couldn’t help but chuckle: “Don’t beat him up; he’s going to be in my second team.”

“What?” The crowd was collectively stunned. “You’re taking someone this clueless?”

Robb smiled and said, “Fighting the Black Dragon is a matter of great importance for all of humanity. No matter how foolish, everyone has a role to play. Let him get up.”

It turns out that fighting the Black Dragon in the real world has one advantage over the game world: there’s no limit on the number of participants. In the game, the dragon is a guild boss, and only members of that guild can fight it, with a maximum of forty players allowed. But in the real world, there’s no such restriction.

As long as the space around the Black Dragon allows, any number of people can attack it simultaneously. This means that in addition to the main team at the forefront, there can be a second, third, or even fourth team. If any main team members are injured, killed, or run out of mana, they can be immediately replaced by members from the backup teams. As long as everyone fights fearlessly, building an unyielding wall of flesh and soul, there’s nothing to fear.

Soon, the second, third, and fourth teams were all assembled. In addition to the main teams at the front, there were countless elven archers, magicians, dragonhawk knights, manticore knights, lion knights, and bat knights.

“Let’s move out! To the Black Dragon’s lair!”

At Robb’s command, the massive army set forth toward Black Dragon Peak.

The world had been preparing for over two years, and it wasn’t in vain. From the edge of the Jinghong Mountains, a road led straight to Black Dragon Peak. All the monsters along the way had been cleared, allowing humans to casually stroll to the base of Black Dragon Peak while enjoying hot pot and singing songs.

This smooth road also allowed the tanks from Westwind City to easily advance into the Jinghong Mountains.

The army followed behind the tanks and arrived at the base of Black Dragon Peak.

Jinghong Mountains, Black Dragon Peak.

Located in the northeastern part of the Jinghong Mountains, this peak was originally inhabited by a tribe of Snow Giants. However, over a thousand years ago, the Black Dragon Avicus broke through dimensions and arrived, wiping out all the Snow Giants and claiming the peak as its lair.

Every four years, the Black Dragon flies out from this peak to raid various cities, amassing countless treasures in its cave. Over a thousand years, the cave has become so full that treasures are spilling out of the entrance. The Black Dragon lies at the entrance, its terrifying eyes watching over anyone foolish enough to try and steal its hoard.

Centuries ago, brave adventurers would continually climb the mountain to challenge the Black Dragon. However, not a glimmer of hope for victory was ever seen. As a result, for the past several hundred years, no one has dared to challenge the Black Dragon’s authority.

It was Robb’s arrival that reignited humanity’s courage to challenge evil.

By this time, a winding mountain road had also been constructed on Black Dragon Peak, spiraling its way up. The laborers were initially very afraid when they began building this road; they feared the Black Dragon would swoop down from the peak to kill them.

However, Godfather was right. As long as one stayed more than two hundred yards away from the Black Dragon, it would not initiate an attack. Even if it watched you with its terrifying eyes as you built the road, it had no intention of attacking.

Thus, the laborers gained the courage to construct the road, making the mountain look like a giant spiral incense stick, with layer upon layer winding upwards.

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