The Shelter Game: Me, Starting with a Tenfold Drop Rate

Since the introduction of the level system, all players gained access to a [Personal Information] interface.

For the vast majority of players, the quickest way to level up was through the relentless slaughter of exotic beasts. By this logic, given the "achievements" from the past two cataclysms, Irving's level would far surpass 99.9% of the players.

After all, when most players were still figuring out how to barely survive the cataclysms, Irving was planning how to assemble his own army of exotic beasts.

This was a form of overwhelming dominance stemming from a superior mindset. This is an unbeatable superior force.

However, certain specific classes have their own independent leveling systems, and simply killing exotic beasts is not enough to level up.

The Necromancer was one such class!

With a slight mental command, Irving reopened his [Personal Information] interface...

[Irving]

[Class: Necromancer]

[Novice Stage, Lv: 6 (90/120) ]

[Talent: Tenfold Drop Rate]

[Equipment: Evil Source Wand (Legendary, Five-Star), Ice Crystal Heart Robe(Rare, Three-Star), Frost Step Light Cloud Boots (Rare, Three-Star) ]

[Hidden Identity: Public Enemy No. 1! ]

[Player's enslaved exotic beasts display: Stone Golem Giants*11, Snow Shadow Headed Wolf*1, Snow Shadow Wolf*7, Gale Demon Wolf*14, Butcher*23, Pigman*34... ]

Irving's gaze fell on the last line, the display bar for the number of enslaved exotic beasts, and his smile grew even wider.

The number of exotic beasts in his legion had now expanded to a full ninety!

Apart from the eight Stone Golem Giants serving as "labor" in the turbine generator, the number of exotic beasts available for immediate battle was eighty-two, almost comparable to a small-scale beast tide.

"No wonder my level remained at just three despite having killed so many exotic beasts during the previous cataclysms." Irving said with a bitter smile, his attention returning to the level bar. "It turns out that for the Necromancer class, leveling up requires enslaving exotic beasts..."

[Novice Stage, Lv: 6 (90/120)]

The numbers in parentheses resembled an experience bar, with the first number representing the quantity of enslaved exotic beasts and the second indicating the required amount for the next level-up.

"Irving, you still haven't told us what's going on." Vicky said, looking rather perplexed at the smile on Irving's face.

"Alright, I'm indeed at level 6 now. As for the reason..." Irving paused before continuing, "My leveling method is just different from yours."

"Different?"

Vicky and Sophia were stunned. Just as they were about to press for more details, Irving, accompanied by his horde of exotic beasts, marched into the shelter.

If anyone could see the inside of the shelter at that moment, they would be utterly astonished. Under the glaring lights, nearly a hundred ferocious exotic beasts stood neatly in front of Irving. They seemed like soldiers waiting for orders, while Little Black walked with a swaying gait through the ranks, as if inspecting its underlings.

Seeing Little Black's amusing demeanor, Irving couldn't help but chuckle to himself.

Due to the limited time, he could only "recruit" these low-tier exotic beasts nearby. Nevertheless, the numbers were substantial enough to alleviate much of the burden when launching an attack against The Brotherhood of Night Blades.

"Move out!"

Irving commanded with a raised arm. The exotic beasts, as if receiving a direct order, roared deafeningly in unison.

This was his first time leading an exotic beast legion into battle...

Meanwhile...

James had already arrived at the designated location with the players recruited by the guild. Gazing into the distance, he could see a towering castle.

His expression was complex, as he knew that the castle was the stronghold of The Brotherhood of Night Blades.

"James, when do we start the operation?" a player asked eagerly.

No one could have imagined that there were over two hundred players gathering in the forest. Fortunately, it was now dusk, and the night was effectively concealing their presence. All eyes were on James.

"Wait a little longer, just a bit longer..." James said in a low voice. "There's still a very important person yet to arrive."

Most of the players in the guild were new recruits, and upon hearing this, they began to whisper among themselves.

"Is it really necessary to wait for one person?"

"Yeah, we have over two hundred people here. We could take down that castle in no time. We don't really need him."

The new players started to grumble, but their complaints were quickly silenced by the veteran members of the guild.

The veterans still vividly remembered the battle at the mine.

"If anyone dares to speak ill of him again, I'll be the first to deal with them."

"Once you see that man's strength for yourselves, you won't say such things..."

Time was slipping away bit by bit. Hiding in the bushes, everything was quiet. Everyone was waiting silently, each with a sense of anticipation in their hearts.

It was already past the agreed time, and James's brows were furrowed with growing anxiety.

Just then, the ground began to tremble slightly.

At first, the group was puzzled, but as they looked in the direction of the sound, their expressions turned grim. Emerging from the night were enormous figures steadily approaching.

"Is that..." One sharp-eyed player exclaimed in horror, "It looks like a group of exotic beasts is coming our way."

More than just him, the other players also felt a strong sense of oppression. However, having survived two waves of disasters, their mental resilience had strengthened. They drew their weapons, preparing for battle.

"Why would a large group of exotic beasts suddenly appear? The second wave of disasters is over..." James sensed something was amiss.

Generally, such large groups of exotic beasts would only guard areas like mines or treasure troves, while they were surrounded by mere bushes.

As the ground's trembling intensified, everyone's nerves grew taut.

"Never mind where they came from; they're definitely coming for us in this direction. If we don't deal with them, we're just waiting to die here." one of the players roared, red veins appearing in his eyes.

"Charge, brothers!"

With that battle cry, a dozen players, all warriors skilled in close combat, were the first to charge forward.

The rest of the guild members also mustered their courage and followed suit.

However, just then, James, who was standing at the back, suddenly recognized a familiar face among the advancing beasts. His expression shifted from solemn to puzzled, and then to shock.

"Wait!" James shouted to the charging players. "Stop! Don't attack! They're our own!"

Our own?!

The bloodthirsty players froze upon hearing these words.

"What did James just say? He told us not to attack, our own?"

"Did I hear that wrong? That's a group of exotic beasts, not our own people." the crowd murmured among themselves.

In just the brief moment of confusion, the distance between the exotic beasts and the players had decreased even further. When the players looked up again, they noticed something unusual.

Leading the group of exotic beasts were three figures: one man and two women.

At that moment, it was as if they had witnessed something unbelievable. The crowd erupted in astonishment.

"How is this possible? Why aren't those exotic beasts attacking them?"

"Yeah, am I dreaming?" One particularly dazed player even slapped himself in the face.

By this time, the group of exotic beasts had arrived right in front of them. The young man in the lead raised his hand slightly, as if giving a command.

Immediately, the entire group of exotic beasts halted and stood uniformly in place.

"Irving, you're finally here. We've been waiting for you for a long time." James hurriedly ran over. He first glanced at Irving, then his eyes fell on the group of exotic beasts. He exclaimed incredulously, "Irving, these exotic beasts..."

"Don't worry, they won't attack you without my command." Irving replied with a calm smile.

As soon as he finished speaking, the atmosphere at the scene became deathly still. Even James stood there as if petrified, unable to utter a single word.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Irving. From the conversation, they realized that this young man was indeed the one they had been waiting for.

Although the veteran players in the guild had already warned that Irving was incredibly powerful, they had never imagined in their wildest dreams that he could command a group of exotic beasts to escort him here.

The sight before them shattered their understanding of the game!

Even the veteran players were inwardly boiling with excitement. Although they had witnessed Irving's use of the [FireBall] spell at the mine last time, they had never seen these exotic beasts.

"They are members of my exotic beast legion." Irving explained.

Exotic beast legion?!

The crowd was once again stunned. This scene left everyone speechless, realizing that they were facing an existence beyond conventional cognition.

Seeing the expressions of the players around him, Irving shook his head with a wry smile. Then, his gaze shifted to the towering castle not far away, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "Alright, now that everyone is here, let's begin the operation as planned!"