Chapter 121 Players
Inside the Old Town Branch of the Leicester Public Security Bureau.
Turbid red blood slowly spread across the ground, painting a bizarre and bloody picture. The security bureau was in chaos and devoid of life, with only the lingering scent of death and blood.
Everyone wearing the security gendarme uniform lay in pools of blood, their faces contorted in terror, their eyes wide with fear. Some had their throats savagely torn open, while others had their hearts cleanly pierced.
“A bunch of weaklings, not much experience even if they’re all killed.”
A man with a stiletto at his waist, his entire body hidden in black attire, complained.
“Even a mosquito’s leg is meat. If you don’t want it, give the kill to me. You were the one snatching kills the most fiercely when the fight broke out.” The speaker was another living person. His attire was normal, but he stood at a height of three meters, with a sturdy build and broad bones. However, his appearance clashed illogically with his size, making him quite eerie. “Besides, these weaklings are quite rich. It’s enough for me to earn back the money I spent on materials recently.”
The Stiletto Man snorted. He didn’t have the habit of looting bodies. Anyway, he would get a share when the spoils were divided, given his team’s highest DPS.
“Are you guys done yet?”
Another voice called out. At the same time, an elf who looked like he was in his middle age walked in from outside the security bureau. He appeared to be a rich merchant or a gentleman, but the magic pouch hanging from his waist indicated his unusual status.
“Pretty much.” The tall and burly High Mountain Race muttered. “Where’s the Guild Leader? Are you going to set up the ritual, or is he?”
“I’m enough.” The elf said, then glanced at the惨不忍睹 scene. “Damn it, you guys are too much like beasts. The Guild Leader didn’t even tell you to kill anyone, but you slaughtered them all?”
Hearing this, the Stiletto Man and the High Mountain Race player, who had caused this scene, exchanged glances.
“They’re just NPCs, so killing them is fine. It’s free experience.”
“What are you pretending for? It’s not like you haven’t killed anyone before. If you keep talking, you won’t get any money later.”
The elf player, angered and embarrassed, cursed loudly, “What the hell, have you never seen a little money? Don’t you know live sacrifices are better than dead sacrifices? If you slaughter them all, I’ll use you guys as sacrifices?”
They were a legitimate game studio. Can’t they have some order and professional ethics? Killing NPCs and snatching things at every turn, losing the big picture for a small gain, what if they lose the watermelon?
“Think of something,” the Stiletto Man said gleefully. “Aren’t you considered the brains of the team? There are so many passers-by on the street, just grab a few.”
The High Mountain Race player awkwardly played the peacemaker. “The team is important, the team is important. Don’t start infighting before the mission even starts. At worst, I’ll catch a few NPCs for you. I’ll find whatever type you want.”
It was only when dividing the rewards that they cared about the so-called “team,” the elf disdained. He would definitely report this to the Guild Leader. Whether it was a salary deduction or expulsion from the studio, that would be the Guild Leader’s decision.
In any case, the elf wished they would just leave. The studio lacked high-level players, but players who didn’t follow orders and always had their own ideas should just go be lone wolves.
“Someone on the forum has leaked the mission. Pay attention.”
While speaking, the elf kept a close eye on the expressions of the two.
Upon learning of the major event on the forum, the Guild Leader had secretly found him.
Logically, only their studio should know the details of this mission, including specifics like time and place. It was only by relying on the Guild Leader, a beta testing veteran, that they had connected with the most powerful family in the area, which led to this mission and the opportunity to obtain a Divine Artifact.
This meant that the person who leaked the mission was likely a mole within the studio.
The only strange thing was, if it was a mole, why not sell the information but choose to publicly disclose the mission on the forum? What benefit would that bring to that person?
In short, the Guild Leader was very angry about this matter. If not for the imminent mission, he would have gathered everyone in the studio to find the mole.
After all, it was the first Divine Artifact in the game, and it should have been obtained with ease. Given the game’s current explosive popularity, even selling the Divine Artifact for a pittance would fetch at least a seaside villa in the city center.
The mere cut of the profits would be enough for him to earn in the studio for a year while farming gold.
Unfortunately, this opportunity was killed by the mole. What a damn shame!
“There’s such a thing? Damn, what’s the situation on the forum now? Can I go offline to check first?”
“Then what do we do? Are they all going to come and steal our things?”
The elf observed the expressions and actions of the two, but couldn’t detect anything unusual. It was a shame that the mole wasn’t them.
“The Guild Leader said he’ll figure something out. For now, proceed with the original plan. Just don’t mess things up.”
The Stiletto Man and the High Mountain Race players nodded repeatedly. The situation was different now. If they personally made a mistake and handed over the mission, the liquidated damages from the studio would be enough for them to pay until they died.
Seeing their change in attitude, the elf cursed them as useless in his heart.
He took out a tattered scroll from his pocket. The scroll was tightly bound by grey thorns, and a magical glow could be faintly seen flowing within.
This was a rare item that cost a lot of money from the Lagovin Family. The studio had truly invested heavily for this mission.
The elf tore open the thorns and injected all his Mana into the scroll.
A faint grey fog began to spread slowly.
“Go get some sacrifices, the more the better. Remember, I only want live ones.”
The elf commanded coldly. Only the freshest sacrifices, facing the ritual at the moment of death, could unleash the strongest negative emotions, which was the key to the ritual’s formation.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, in a coffee shop, Bailu was also facing a choice.
“Senior Bailu, I’m begging you, please take us along!”
After going offline, she had also seen that post on the forum. By nature, Bailu would not participate in such matters. There were countless powerful players, and Bailu did not think that her participation in the beta test made her superior to others.
With so many players commenting below the post, even if she wanted to get involved, she wouldn’t gain much.
But now…
Bailu looked at the players in front of her, who were about high school age, and felt extremely troubled.
Her classmate was really good at giving her difficult problems. He wouldn’t take care of his own sister but instead asked her, an outsider, to do it. It was really difficult.
Never mind, she’d just treat it as playing a game with children.
Bailu nodded helplessly, agreeing, “It’s fine for you to want to join the fun, but you must… never mind, as long as you’re happy…”
The few of them immediately cheered, attracting the attention of those around them, making Bailu glance uncomfortably out the window.
Leicester, which was never clear, started raining again.
At the same time, as the overcast weather and night descended, more and more players flocked to Leicester through various channels, all for the Sage Ovum Sheath.
