socalfunplaces Chapter 68: That's not how you play the game in the corner!
Chapter 68: That's not how you play the game in the corner!
[Server-wide announcement! Players "Ironman" and "Crescent Moon Sky Rush" have completed the hidden achievement in the main quest by killing the traitorous Grand Tutor Paisir. The reward is two Silver Treasure Chests, ten Bronze Treasure Chests, twenty-five Black Iron Treasure Chests, and one thousand Kingdom Coins each.]
While Viserys was listening to the players' reports of victory in his tent, he also heard the little fire spirit's voice in his mind:
[Host... Modified. The player has completed the hidden quest of killing the traitor, and is hereby rewarded with your special physique: The Unburnt! One Gold Treasure Chest, ten Silver Treasure Chests, and Bronze...]
What the hell? Who the hell killed this?! They even threw out the Unburnt Physique as a reward!
With Little Fireman's explanation, Viserys quickly understood the situation and swiftly switched to Crescent Moon and Iron Lift through the system panel.
The two players, who had just killed someone and dragged the corpse back to their "spawn point," were completely bewildered.
No, I knew the reward would be generous, but I didn't expect it to be this generous!
Even the Silver Treasure Chests that players were eagerly awaiting were given out in four at once, meaning each of them could get two. This was an incredible stroke of luck!
"Brother, hurry up! I can't hold it in any longer! Let's go kill that usurper!"
With a heart full of excitement and hands trembling, Crescent Moon pulled the still-dazed iron track.
"Right, right, this old Deng is worth so much, the usurper will be in big trouble! Let's go!"
Once he realized what was happening, he didn't even bother to loot the corpse's bag; he couldn't take it with him, and he didn't care about it either.
The two quickly wiped the blood off their bodies and then walked out of the spawn point again.
It was truly a stroke of luck; the entire Red Keep was bustling with activity, yet the two of them managed to kill four people, one of whom was Grand Secretary Paisell, the Lord Chancellor.
But during this time, not a single servant or guard discovered that the two had committed the crime.
The continent of Essos.
The players who were currently busy killing bandits and figuring out how to justify their actions by killing innocent people and claiming credit for their crimes were all in an uproar.
Is this how you play the game "Not a Corner Give Wood"?
New players shouldn't just flock around Wei Ge to increase their favorability, only to have Wei Ge reward them with land and fields, and then have them worship us veteran players as bosses, so we can squeeze some weapons out of our fingers at high prices for them.
But what are you guys doing, Gala?! This isn't how you play Gala games!
Many players suddenly felt their meager rewards were no longer appealing. Damn it, developers! Why didn't you say the map across the sea was open sooner?! Why didn't you say there were no invisible walls?!
Why didn't you say so sooner!
Players who weren't satisfied with their rewards and couldn't return to the game could only envy and resentfully let go of the trembling villages in the Gordoho region, announcing to Viserys that the outlaws had been completely wiped out and they could return home.
At this moment, the vast majority of players are eagerly awaiting their return to Pentos and are ready to cross the sea as soon as possible. The players are united in their efforts.
Those who had grudges against each other, the legion's law enforcement team, all were united in their hope that those two bastards on the other side would be forked out by the usurper and thrown into the sea to drown!
Please, please don't let it happen!
At this moment, Zhao Xiaotian, the leader of the Iron-Blooded Youth League, was devoutly worshipping the gods of this place, praying that the two players would fail at the last moment.
Heaven have mercy, there's only one usurper, who knows if killing him will refresh the instance!
The moment Viserys ordered the troops to return to the capital, the players wished they could sprout wings and fly back.
Meanwhile, after the system tallied the kills, Storm, who had the most outlaws killed, received a silver treasure chest, and all the brothers in his guild also received substantial rewards.
But clearly, these gluttons couldn't eat anything in their bowls after seeing what was in the pot.
But there was nothing they could do. Even if they marched at breakneck speed for 24 hours straight during the game, they couldn't fly back to Pentos, much less to King's Landing across the strait.
Although the players didn't have wings or dragons, the rare smile on Fengyun's face was truly from a unicorn that could travel a thousand miles a day.
"President! Please help me!"
"President! The iron whip is coated with oil!"
Watching the rapidly disappearing figure, the players of the Heroes' Guild were burning with the fire of their chuunibyou (adolescent delusions of grandeur) spirit: "Our guild leader has cheat codes!"
"Depend on!"
Storm, whose character had already run himself ragged, was holding the Valyrian steel sword he had obtained from a silver chest. This once priceless artifact now seemed utterly unappealing in his hands.
"Brothers, carry me! Everyone stay online today, take turns carrying me! 3,000 gold coins each offline! 100...50 Kingdom Coins each online, and plenty of Black Iron Treasure Chests to share!"
Spitting out a mouthful of blood, Storm shouted to his brothers behind him.
Dude, do you have to push yourself so hard?! Pentos Legion Commander Bevos always thought of himself as a strong man, but today he met players who were even stronger.
What a group of people they are!
The brown man was already numb. Madmen, they're all a bunch of madmen. He would only pray devoutly when he was alone, "Gods, please stop your power!"
At this moment, Crescent Moon and her companion were preoccupied with assassinating the usurper, completely unaware that on the other side of the sea, a group of players wished they could take their place.
"You'd better find someone else!"
"Get out of here, you barbarian from the North! Who do you think you are?! I can cut off your head and hang it on the tip of my spear anytime!"
Crescent Moon and her companion were stopped by a line of guards not far away. Dozens of men in red robes were visible at a glance. The two of them were kept outside and could only hear the loud arguing coming from behind the seemingly poorly soundproofed high gate.
Then the tall door was pushed open from the inside, and a middle-aged man walked out.
"To dare roar like that in the kingdom, and with so many guards, you're definitely a usurper!"
Crescent Moon and Iron Lifter exchanged a smile; they'd found it!
"What are you two doing! Who's your captain?!"
A guard in a red robe came up to the two of them and shouted sternly.
It's too far away!
As he squinted at the closing door, he could vaguely make out a large, fat man wearing a crown inside.
"Speaking...no! I've never seen you before! Who are you?!"
The red-robed guard suddenly drew his longsword, then took a few steps back, staring warily at Crescent Moon and the other person.
Brush brush!
A chorus of swords being drawn rang out, and dozens of gleaming longswords instantly aimed at Crescent Moon and her companion.
"Damn, I've run into a dedicated officer!" Crescent Moon's face darkened, and she slowly placed her hand on the hilt of her sword.
The weightlifter beside him remained silent, slowly reaching for the cloth bag at his waist.
"Take your hands off! Put down your weapons, step back five paces, and don't let me see your hands on your sword!" roared the red-robed guard.
"What's going on!" Ed looked over with a grim face.
At the same time, the high doors opened, and Robert, with a grim face, led the Lord Chancellors out:
"Seven levels of hell?! What the hell?!"