Morris Chow felt that after working virtually nonstop in the game for three days and three nights, he should have easily raised his level to thirty or forty.
In reality, however, progress wasn’t nearly that fast.
His leveling efficiency wasn’t low, but he had overlooked one crucial detail: the time required to learn skills.
On the afternoon he hit level ten, simply learning the skills for all four classes took an entire afternoon and evening, even with the game’s tenfold cultivation speed boost.
When he reached level twenty, Morris spent another massive chunk of time learning new skills.
This time it took even longer—a full day and night plus a bit extra.
That was right.
After three full days, Morris had only just made it to level twenty.
To get there, he had cleared every single quest across both Blood Elf maps, crossed zones to reach the Shadowfang Keep dungeon, and soloed it countless times.
The actual time spent leveling added up to little more than a day; most of his time had been consumed by travel and skill learning.
His Three Talents Skill had leveled up smoothly as well, while most of his other abilities had reached intermediate rank.
As for life skills, aside from Cooking, he hadn’t found time to practice any of them yet.
His strength had surged dramatically over these few days.
In addition to his base stats, leveling up in this virtual reality online version granted him five free attribute points per level past level ten, on top of the auto-allocated attribute gains.
As for the auto-allocated stats, Morris had already figured out the pattern: Hunters gained +1 to all stats per level, plus an extra +1 in Agility.
Warlocks and Mages gained +1 to all stats, plus an extra +1 in Intelligence.
Priests followed the same rule, except their bonus point went into Spirit.
Because of this, by level twenty, Morris’s attributes had transformed dramatically.
Every attribute had increased by a grand total of 76 points, with Agility and Spirit gaining an additional 19 points, and Intelligence receiving a massive extra 38 points.
On top of that, he still had a whopping 220 unallocated free attribute points left over.
That was right—his free attribute points also scaled across all four classes, giving him five points per level for each class!
The cumulative result of stacking so many attribute points was that he could now solo Shadowfang Keep with ease.
Furthermore, by his estimate, he could likely solo the various wings of Scarlet Monastery as well.
However, the level gap between him and the mobs was still too large.
World of Warcraft’s level suppression mechanics were brutal, making it inefficient to attempt right now, so he wasn’t in any rush to try.
He planned to head to Scarlet Monastery once he reached level thirty to power-level through solo dungeon runs, which should prove extremely fast.
Finishing Scarlet Monastery would put him in his mid-forties.
After wrapping up a few quests, he could move on to Maraudon, followed by Stratholme, allowing him to swiftly breach level sixty.
Past level sixty, he would head straight to Outland.
Upgrading there would be best accomplished through a mix of questing and dungeons, since Outland gear was on a completely different tier compared to pre-level-60 zones.
For now, though, leveling wasn’t his primary concern.
He needed to fulfill his promise to Daisy and take her on their high school graduation trip.
He was practically just the designated driver for this trip.
Daisy had handled all the planning, routing, and preparations herself.
Glancing at the itinerary, which explicitly listed a luxurious ocean-view king suite, Morris knew that both his V-card and Daisy’s were about to be turned in.
The girl’s intentions were so blatant even his blunt, straight-shooting father had seen through them, let alone Morris himself.
If not for her relatively traditional Chinese-style upbringing, Daisy probably wouldn’t have waited this long.
After all, in the United States, outside of devout religious white families, few girls made it to eighteen—or even sixteen—with their virginity intact.
Interestingly enough, many of their attitudes toward their “first time” bordered on distaste.
Quite a few American girls found the idea of bleeding during their first time plain “gross”…
Well, Morris couldn’t relate regardless.
As for why Daisy was in such a rush, she was worried Morris would go wild once he hit college, surrounded by eager girls competing for his attention.
If nothing else, Morris was genuinely handsome.
Combined with the refined composure built from years of martial arts and academics, plus a solid, sculpted physique, he was bound to be very popular in the US.
Furthermore, body odor was rarely an issue for ethnic Chinese, making them surprisingly attractive to American girls.
Of course, that excluded those who never exercised and were frail or skinny.
After enduring a half-hour lecture of nagging from their parents, the two finally left Queens, New York, in a pickup truck.
Their destination wasn’t far away.
After all, it was just a high school graduation road trip.
Their first stop was the beach Morris had mentioned three days ago: Summer Beach in Brooklyn, New York, a total drive of just over ninety kilometers.
Morris drove quietly, mostly focusing on controlling his physical strength.
Although he had practiced restraint inside the game, the virtual world and reality were still vastly different, and he genuinely worried about snapping the steering wheel clean off by accident.
In the passenger seat, however, Daisy was far from subdued.
She appeared to be resting her eyes, but she had kicked off her shoes and laid her long legs right beside Morris’s gear-shifting hand.
The hint couldn’t be more subtle: *They’re right here!
Touch them already!
Free real estate!*
Morris gave her an exasperated roll of his eyes, having zero desire to take the bait.
Despite his high Spirit stat keeping him sharp, he hadn’t closed his eyes in three straight days and nights, and he certainly didn’t want a distraction causing a car crash.
Fortunately, the trip was short and traffic was light.
In little over an hour, he pulled into the hotel parking lot.
“Alright, alright.
We’re here.
Time to get out.”
Seeing Daisy still pretending to sleep, Morris reluctantly patted her leg before speaking.
“Heheh!
Well?
Smooth, right?”
Daisy showed not a trace of shyness as she grinned shamelessly and asked.
“Yeah, smooth.
Feels nice,” Morris gave an honest answer.
As a mixed-race girl, Daisy really did have a great figure and flawless skin, with a touch of delicate Chinese charm to her features.
Because she hadn’t suffered through a string of foster homes in this life, Daisy’s skin was fair and bright rather than slightly tanned like in the show.
Well-nourished at home, her figure was lush and curvaceous, far more tempting than the Skye in his hazy memories.
*Looks like I won’t be escaping tonight.
Oh well, Daisy isn’t a bad choice at all.*
With those thoughts in mind, Morris acted quickly.
Carrying a heavy duffel bag in each hand, he led Daisy toward the hotel lobby.
Daisy carried only a tiny handbag, leisurely strolling behind him.
Neither of their families lacked money, so they had booked a solid room—a standard suite featuring a living area, a bedroom, and massive floor-to-ceiling windows facing the ocean.
The atmosphere was great.
“Let me see your travel plan.
What’s next on the agenda?”
Morris set down the luggage and asked with a half-smile.
“Heheh, no going out today!
We rest, and we’ll talk about plans tomorrow!
It’s so hot—I’m taking a shower first!”
Daisy giggled again, stripped off her jacket without hesitation, kicked off her shoes, and bolted straight into the bathroom without looking back.
*Ah, American girls really are open-minded…*
Morris sighed inwardly.
Rummaging through his bags for a few items, he sat down on the sofa to wait.