Panda Walker

Lin Da, a former professional player, arrived in the game "Mystic Continent" and aimed to team up with a few "Young Ladies" from Another World to conquer fifty levels of Mystic Realm and become the strongest adventurer squad.
However, ever since the team had risen to fame, they had changed somewhat.
"Why is your healing so slow? I almost got killed by the Magical Creatures."
"The reason your level is so low is that you don’t train diligently, always have crooked thoughts about us. This 23-year-old guy is so disgusting."
"Better leave the team and become my servant instead; my pet dog just needs a playmate."
The attitude of the three Young Ladies chilled Lin Da’s heart, and he opted out of this team that he had been with for three years and had grown deeply fond of.
Only then did they realize who the core of the team really was.
When they regretted their actions too late and tried to apologize to Lin Da, seeking to join his team, Lin Da glanced at the team composed of prettier and hotter beautiful girls behind him and said helplessly:
"Sorry, my team is full."

After leaving the team, the adventurer ladies regretted it deeply

Lin Da's hoarse low shout sounded, his Light Wings spread out behind him, fluttering lightly, and five feathers fell in front of everyone.


The Guardian Sword had reached level 4 when he was fighting the heretics at Dragon's Rest Tomb.


It came with a Guardian Shield which could reach up to 80% of his maximum health points.


With the Guardian Shield combined with the Verdant Shield, even the fragile Mage, Monica, could exceed 30,000 health points!


The feathers transformed into a golden light membrane, shielding everyone's bodies.


After completing these tasks, Lin Da and Anna could no longer hold back, and were struck down by the flame wall right then and there.


The hall was filled with magma formed by magic power.


Several seconds passed before it dissolved into red light points.


The floor was a mess, turned into rugged grey.


The gold paint on the walls peeled off, looking like layers of psoriasis had grown.


443, a sword of two million, cold light on nineteen levels_2