The warmth from the clothes on my body made me stretch lazily and tighten my grip on the blanket, unwilling to wake up from this heavenly warmth and comfort. But the chattering voices in my ear forced me to open my sleepy eyes. All I saw was pitch blackness with a faint glow coming through a crack. Was this heaven or had I returned home? Was everything just a very realistic dream? Excited at the thought, I sat up abruptly only to find myself covered by a thick layer of fur or animal skin. It must have been responsible for the warm feeling.

I touched it with my hand and felt that it was soft like an animal's pelt, but whether it was real leather or artificial leather, I wasn't sure. Following the faint light, I looked around.

Firstly, there was also fur spread out where I lay down which made me feel so comfortable.

Secondly, where I was seemed very narrow; judging by its shape, it should be some kind of tent.

As I carefully observed my surroundings, suddenly the gap where light came from widened as a figure squeezed in almost blocking off most of the opening. Because he had his back towards me and blocked off all light sources behind him，I couldn't see what he looked like except that he must have been much taller than me - at least 2 meters 5 centimeters tall!

Oh God! Such people are wasting their talent if they don't go play basketball professionally!

"Young man you finally woke up! Hahaha great!" A loud voice boomed beside me making my ears ring.

However hearing his voice temporarily put aside any worries about being kidnapped because at least he could speak clearly enough for me to understand him and didn't seem like a bad person based on his tone of voice.

"Doug，I told you not to shout so loudly all day long! Look inside here，the young man must have been scared by you." A calm voice with a hint of sneer came from behind the giant.

Doug was probably the name of the giant in front of me.

"Bullshit, Laar! When did my voice ever scare anyone?" Doug roared like thunder in my ear. I covered my ears in pain and prayed that they would still work properly after this.

In the darkness, four people sat around a small campfire. The wet wood thrown into it made crackling sounds. The four elongated shadows stretched far away before becoming blurry.

On my left and right sides were two people. On the left was a bald giant who doubled as a male tenor named Doug. His hair and beard had been shaved off, leaving his head completely bald without even a single strand of hair. He had tattoos on his face, making it difficult to determine his exact age, but he appeared to be between 25-40 years old. On the right was another middle-aged man named Larr, whom Doug had just mentioned earlier. He kept a one-inch beard and short hair, wearing tidy leather armor that looked very neat and clean even in this deserted grassland. If he didn't speak, he would emit an air of calmness and solidity; however, once he opened his mouth, you would find out that he was actually quite humorous.

My opposite seat was also occupied by a giant named Guff who was slightly shorter than Doug but with similarly shiny bald head except for some facial tattoos which distinguished him from others.

Although my ears were still buzzing loudly at first, I could already hear their voices now. I pulled my ears trying to make them feel better from tinnitus.

Ignoring Larr's teasing gaze across me: seemingly saying "See? This is the voice that has never scared anyone before?" Doug looked at me apologetically because he knew how powerful his hoarse voice could be; it's just that he didn't expect me to have such weak tolerance as such a small person.

I smiled indifferently because they saved my life after all; how could I argue over such trivial matters?

The most urgent thing now is to quickly understand where I am from although knowing that there is a possibility of time travel involved here but seeing their completely different styles compared with mine made me realize how difficult it is for me to accept this reality - I'm not as strong as I thought myself to be - this strange world with unfamiliar faces and environment always gives me a sense of isolation from the world.

"My name is Doug, the future barbarian hero." After a moment of silence, Doug couldn't help but speak up, patting his chest with a thud and speaking in a low voice so as not to irritate my ears.

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"Paladin Laer, nice to meet you." The uncle who had just sneered at Gefe sounded very solemn when he mentioned his identity, with a hint of undisguised pride in his tone.

"I'm Guff, also a brave barbarian warrior," said Guff across from him in a deep voice.

"I'm Wu Fan."

Paladin? Barbarian? Suppressing the waves of surprise in my heart, I pretended to be calm and said.

"Wu Fan?" The other three looked at each other as if they understood something and smiled tacitly.

The big guy Doug has a straightforward personality. He patted my shoulder first and used what he thought was light but almost knocked me down with the strength that would make me eat dirt.

"Little guy, judging by your appearance, you should be a Druid who has just been promoted not long ago. You have great courage to run alone into the depths of the wilderness."

"Haha, I thought there was no problem. I didn't expect to get lost unconsciously."

Druid? Suppressing my anxiety and panic patiently, I deliberately scratched my head and avoided answering his question directly while pretending to be embarrassed.

"Haha! It seems like you're fearless even though you're new here. You have the same style as old man Doug back then." Doug continued patting my shoulder with his fan-like hand.

"Hehe..." I stabilized myself from being almost thrown into the fire pit by him and barely laughed it off.

"You kid is too weak; this won't do. You need to eat more meat." Seeing how small my body was under his giant palm shaking like turbulent waves on stormy seas, Doug took out a large piece of jerky from somewhere and stuffed it into my hand before taking one for himself to chew on vigorously mouthful after mouthfuls .

I took over the jerky only to find that it weighed at least 4 or 5 catties, which showed that Doug's appetite was extraordinary.

"Doug, you're not being fair. You are an 11th level barbarian. Even a 30th level Druid may not be stronger than you in terms of strength. Look at this young man who is no more than level five; yet, you have the nerve to compare your strength with him." Tutting his tongue, Laer on the opposite side couldn't stand it anymore and looked at Doug disdainfully before saying,

"If you have the guts, compete with this young man in spiritual power."

Laer looked at Doug teasingly as if he had hit a sore spot. Doug hung his head dejectedly and ate meat silently mouthful after mouthfuls without saying anything. Even without looking at his expression, one could tell how depressed he was right now.

"Wu Fan, don't mind this stupid ox named Doug; everyone has their own strengths. Although Druids are average in some aspects, they are also one of the powerful professions." Laer encouraged me with a gentle voice and warmed my heart.

"By the way, Uncle Laer, where are you guys heading now?" I saw an opportunity and quickly put down the small piece of meat in my hand to ask. Even though I was hungry, I couldn't enjoy it with a big question mark hanging over my head.

"Oh, don't you know? We're on our way back to the Rogue Camp!" Laer looked at me with a puzzled expression, which made me feel uneasy. Then he remembered something and suddenly realized.

"Oh, you forgot that you got lost. It's natural that you can't tell which way is which." Laer's reaction made me alert. It seemed like I shouldn't speak carelessly. If I hadn't told him that I was lost earlier, he would have suspected himself.

Wait a minute... did he say Rogue Camp?? My heart surged with waves of shock and even the meat in my hand fell to the ground with a snap.

Paladins, Barbarians, Druids, Rogue Camp... Oh my god! Finally realizing where I had traveled to - this was clearly Diablo's world!

"Wu Fan, what's wrong?" Laer next to me asked as he noticed my stunned expression. He patted my shoulder and asked.

"Oh... nothing." Startled by Laer's not-so-gentle touch and trying to hide my surprise at the same time; hastily picking up the meat from the ground without caring about its muddy surface; burying my twisted face into it.

Seeing me pick up food from off of the ground didn’t seem strange for them at all; instead they nodded approvingly: "Don’t waste any food! Although your actions were too reckless running alone deep into Blood Moor’s territory but it seems like there is still potential for becoming a brave warrior."

"Cough cough..." Eating dried meat too fast caused choking in throat making it hard for air flow through smoothly

Suddenly a water bottle was handed to me. I didn't even care whose it was and quickly grabbed it, gulping down a large amount of water before my throat finally felt relieved. Looking up, Doug and Laer were both looking at me with amusement while the one who passed the water bottle over was the silent Gaf.

"Gaf doesn't look like a Barbarian on the surface; he's always cold and aloof but his heart is as hot-blooded as any other Barbarian." Laer explained with a smile. Gaf also grinned awkwardly, revealing an uglier expression than crying - it seemed that he really wasn’t good at expressing himself.

Not long after, Laer and his two companions began to allocate their night watch duties while I used my weak physical condition as an excuse to be pushed into the tent by them.

During the next few days of travel, I got to know more about these three people:

Doug: Level 11 Barbarian; bold in character with typical barbaric recklessness

Gaf: Level 11 Barbarian; seemingly related to Doug but quiet and reserved unlike most other barbarians

Laer: Level 12 Paladin; calm and wise but completely lacking in paladin-like manners when mocking Doug mercilessly - he was clearly the leader of this small group of three.

And they had ventured deep into Blood Moor this time around because according to what Laer said, they wanted to try their luck finding some fire-resistant equipment - they had already accepted a mission from killing Countess which would be impossible without such gear due her overwhelming flames.

Unfortunately though, despite fighting all through Black Marsh back into Blood Moor again for so long now...they still hadn't found anything suitable yet. The three were preparing helplessly return home soon enough for rest & recovery since they've been out here for over three months now.