Chapter 47

Chapter 47

"Yes, we currently have two hats that increase Lightning Resistance."

"One is a leather hat with +15 Lightning Resistance, and the other is a cloth hood with +37 Lightning Resistance."

Qin Han's eyes lit up upon hearing this.

"Let me see the hood."

The salesgirl quickly headed to the equipment section.

In less than ten seconds, Qin Han was holding a black hood in his hands.

The hood was pitch black, its texture resembling cotton—lightweight, odorless, and incredibly soft to the touch, with excellent breathability.

It even featured a face cover that could conceal everything below the nose.

Its stats were impressive:

Shadow Hood: Golden-tier Equipment

Lightning Resistance: +37

Concealment

Night Vision

He tried it on, covering his face.

Instantly, his entire demeanor transformed into that of a mysterious assassin lurking in the shadows, his aura gaining an added layer of cold intensity.

Qin Han was thoroughly satisfied.

Not bad. It boosts Night Vision, Concealment, and Lightning Resistance—practically tailor-made for me. Though it can't compare to the Ancient Set, it’s perfect until I acquire the headpiece from that set.

Plus, hiding my face will make moving around the village much more convenient.

The salesgirl complimented, "This hood matches your outfit perfectly."

Qin Han asked, "How much?"

"Fifty-six Gold Coins," she replied with a smile. As an experienced merchant, she had already noticed the extraordinary quality of Qin Han’s gear—any single piece was likely worth more than the best item in her shop. She had no doubts about his ability to pay.

Without hesitation, Qin Han handed over the money.

With the hood concealing his face, he strode out of the clothing store.

The Ancient Set provided +300 Lightning Resistance, the Lightning Ring added +38, and now the Shadow Hood contributed another +37.

His total Lightning Resistance from equipment alone had reached 375 points.

Combined with the Martial God passive, his actual Lightning Resistance soared to 750—50 points higher than Thunder Poison Island’s requirement.

With his gear fully prepared, Qin Han shifted into full-on hoarding mode.

The journey ahead was long and uncertain, with no telling when he’d return.

Food, clothing, lodging, and other necessities for the road all needed to be secured.

Without delay, he headed to every vendor in the Beginner's Village to stock up.

Crystal Flasks for purified water? He grabbed ten of the 20-liter ones!

Firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea, and other seasonings? Money was no object—he piled them into a massive bundle!

Wild Wolf Prime Meat, Wild Bull Prime Meat, Wild Rabbit and Pheasant Prime Meat? He stockpiled a mountain of it!

Even pots, bowls, ladles, basins, tents, blankets, and torches—he bought multiple sets of each.

He also loaded up on wild fruits and vegetables.

Like a frantic squirrel preparing for winter, he scavenged supplies from every corner.

Two hours flew by in a blur.

Before he knew it, it was nearly 11 p.m.

As Qin Han approached the south gate, he noticed several stalls set up near the village entrance.

"Beef! Fresh roasted beef! Crispy on the outside, tender on the inside—secret recipe for irresistible flavor! Just two Copper Coins per pound!"

Over an open flame, a Wild Bull leg sizzled on a spit, while a pot of rich, creamy beef broth simmered nearby.

The vendor flipped the roasting meat while loudly hawking his wares.

Many passing players were drawn to the stalls.

Beside the Roasted Beef Stall, there were also a Wild Fruit Stall and a Miscellaneous Goods Stall.

Qin Han smiled faintly.

No matter where they went, humans always quickly adapted life into a familiar form.

It had only been a day, yet people had already started doing business.

The presence of these stalls gave him a momentary illusion of returning to the real world.

The fragrant aroma of meat stirred his appetite, weary and hungry as he was.

"Boss, give me one kilogram of beef to eat now, and another five kilograms to take away."

He sat directly on the small stool the stall owner had temporarily fashioned from a wooden stump, waiting quietly for the Roasted Beef to be served.

"Coming right up! A full kilogram, no less. Take your time, brother."