Next day.
Crusaders’ Guild Territory.
Akdas pushed open the door to Pojun Baba’s office and looked at the man sitting behind the desk. He asked, “How did the arrangement in the black market go?”
“The order has officially taken effect starting today.”
Ever since logging into the game, Pojun Baba had been paying attention to the progress of the mission but hadn’t received any new messages.
In response to Akdas’ question, he said, “Not sure yet. The black market system hasn’t shown any activity. But dealing with Yu Weize itself is difficult. Also, we don’t know the identity of the person who took the contract. They might have failed several times.”
“Not a single head? That’s unexpected.”
Akdas furrowed his brow. “Yu Weize is tough to handle. Could it be that even those paid with the seven silver coins couldn’t manage? Guild Master, did you thoroughly understand before placing the order? I hope we aren’t being deceived.”
“No chance of that. If the commission isn’t fulfilled, the full payment will be refunded. Worst case, it’s just a waste of a few days. We’ll grit our teeth and hire assassins from the Inner Board if needed. We must make them suffer a bit. I refuse to believe they can disrupt our gameplay and get away with it…”
Before the word “soft” could leave his mouth, Pojun Baba abruptly stopped speaking. Then, his tone suddenly lifted, “It’s started! The black market system just pushed the assassination progress to me! 1, 2… impressive, I’ve got 3 heads in one go!”
Akdas was taken aback. “So fast? Three at once, isn’t that a group attack?”
Pojun Baba chuckled. “Who cares if they got help or not? I’m only interested in the outcome. This includes Yu Weize; all except that gentlemanly character have been eliminated. Not bad, indeed, you get what you pay for. This assassin seems to be quite formidable.”
Akdas also smiled. “That’s good news.”
For the moment, Pojun Baba was no longer focused on handling guild affairs. He opened his friends’ list and scrolled down to the “Undercover” section, inviting one of them to join the team.
The next second, the invitee entered the queue.
Pojun Baba wanted to watch the show, so he also pulled Akdas into the team.
Pojun Baba quickly glanced at the number of heads that had been refreshed in the assassination system. He opened the team voice chat and eagerly asked, “What’s the situation on the Seven Silver Coins side now?”
The person who was pulled in was using a new account called [DoReMiFa].
He was confused. “What? What situation? Everything is normal, right?”
“Everything’s normal?” Pojun Baba frowned as he saw the number of heads in the assassination system increase to 6. “Are you sure? Yu Weize hasn’t shown up yet? Or have those other jerks done anything?”
DoReMiFa was also the first time he had been undercover. He originally thought that joining such a casual and leisurely guild would be relatively easy, but he did not expect to be dragged into the team by the president to face questioning as soon as he started. For a moment, he was a little stammered. “As for the action… they did something before… I should have reported this to you, right?”
Pojun Baba: “And then? That’s it?”
DoReMiFa’s voice cracked under the intense questioning. “I swear! They’re just chatting in the guild channel right now. They look like they’re just taking a break and playing the game normally!”
Pojun Baba: “?”
He wasn’t afraid of whether or not the other side would take any action. On the contrary, seeing that the number of heads had already accumulated to 9, shouldn’t they be taking some action in this situation?
For example, crying in the guild channel, or urgently seeking assistance? How could they still be in the mood to chat?
At this moment, the number of heads that had already reached 9 once again increased one by one, and in a blink of an eye, it had accumulated to 12.
Pojun Baba was still not quite convinced. “Chatting, what kind of chatting? Have they shown any signs of being unhappy? They should at least be a little annoyed, right?”
“Annoyed?” DoReMiFa reopened the guild channel of Seven Silver Coins and took a look. He answered very confidently, “No? They’re calling for the guild leader of Seven Silver Coins to open the microphone and sing. The atmosphere is pretty good…”
Pojun Baba: “…”
He looked at the four assassination targets in the assassination system over and over again. Except for that Gentleman Fan, the number of kills displayed behind the other people was all “4”.
This made Pojun Baba suddenly suspicious.
They were being hunted, right? How could they not be affected at all after being killed four times? Or was it a system bug?
…
At the same time, at a certain resurrection point at the foot of Caldera Mountain.
Three figures lay in the shade of a tree in perfect alignment, chatting with the guild leader in the guild chat while waiting for their resurrection CDs to refresh.
From left to right, they were Jiang Shi, Deep Well Ice Player, and Han Yuze.
Due to the limitations of the dwarf race’s height, they formed a “U” shape on the ground.
They were happily lying together on the ground.
While waiting for resurrection, corpses cannot speak in the current channel. This led Gentleman Fan to immediately send a party application after successfully killing the target.
After joining the party, he could see the three neatly darkened profile pictures in the party list.
Gentleman Fan shook his fan and asked, “How long is the next resurrection time again?”
“15 minutes later,” Jiang Shi replied in the party voice chat, sighing softly. “It’s only at this time that I feel that the resurrection mechanism is not humane enough. The resurrection CD that gets longer and longer simply affects our speed of suicide.”
Deep Well Ice Player sent a message in the party channel:
@Gentleman Fan, you’re just sitting around doing nothing, right? You’re on the list too, so hurry up and kill yourself!
“I’ll pass,” Gentleman Fan said dismissively. “I still need to make a living in the black market.”
“The continent of Genesis doesn’t have anyone who can kill me,” he continued. “Only if I’m alive can I prove the authenticity of this order.”
“Cough cough.”
“Can you choke even while lying down?” Jiang Shi asked in a faint voice.
“It’s rare to meet someone who’s more narcissistic than me,” Han Yuze said with a smile.
Gentleman Fan shook his fan in response to their banter.
Just as he was about to say something, the party panel disappeared and a system message popped up: [You have been kicked out of the party.]
The next second, the few people lying on the ground all stood up.
Jiang Shi urged, “Hurry up and work.”
Gentleman Fan: “…”
Because they had already removed all of their defensive equipment in advance, even emptying their backpacks, the three of them lay down again after killing the target, not even dropping a single piece of equipment.
When Gentleman Fan joined the party again, he just happened to hear Jiang Shi playing the audio file that IslandForest had just posted in the guild channel in the party voice chat.
The girl’s voice was soft, and the tune was also quite off-key.
This should be the most unforgettable and lethal song that everyone has ever heard.
Gentleman Fan’s hand holding the fan shook slightly. “Why do you all like to ask the guild leader to sing so much?”
“Because the guild leader’s singing is simply too lethal.”
Jiang Shi replied, “Aren’t you going to record a video later? Here, let the guild leader help you build up some despair.”
Han Yuze casually agreed, “That’s right, it’s particularly moving. I almost cried.”
Gentleman Fan: “…”
Thank you for the invitation, but I’m already feeling despair.
Seeing that Jiang Shi and Han Yuze were starting to stir things up in the guild again to get IslandForest to sing another song, even Deep Well Ice Player couldn’t take it anymore and chose to leave the party.
The next second, Gentleman Fan also quickly left the party.
Jiang Shi was still looping Island Forest’s singing when he realized that it was just him and Han Yuze left. He felt a twinge of guilt and asked Han Yuze for his opinion.
“Do you want to keep listening?”
Han Yuze replied, “Sure.”
Jiang Shi nodded. “Then let’s keep going.”
Gentleman Fan, who was probably fed up with the wailing and gnashing of teeth in the guild channel, decided to start recording his video for the day early. He used a recording prop he bought from the market, and the camera perfectly avoided capturing his face.
From this angle, one could see that the iron fan was propping up the face of Deep Well Ice Player, who was lying on the ground, in a pitiful way.
The mocking words were neither smiling nor laughing, as if the Oscar actor had suddenly possessed him, and it also showed the professionality of a gentleman who is engaged in the assassination line: “I’m sorry, I don’t really want to fight with you either, but the employer ordered it, and I don’t ask where it came from. If you want to blame someone, you can only blame yourself for offending someone you shouldn’t have offended. Hehe, if you want to avoid being chased, I suggest you reflect on yourself immediately. In the future, be a man with your tail between your legs. Maybe you can make your game life a little more comfortable. In short, the employer has already asked me to deliver a message. If you submit, there is still room for you to be spared.”
Deep Well Ice Player who was forced to cooperate with the performance: “…”
You are a middle schooler, aren’t you?!
However, the words of Gentleman Fan did not end as expected, but instead he let out a low “tsk” and the tone of his voice changed: “Of course, personally speaking…”
“…………”
Deep Well Ice Player finally realized that the most terrifying thing was not the repeated intimidation and threats that the Crusaders had requested when they placed the order, but Gentleman Fan’s subsequent freewheeling performance.
It was probably inspired by the rhetoric of the performance before, but once he switched to Gentleman Fan’s personal perspective, his uncontrollable expressiveness in the face of the corpse became even more unbridled.
Deep Well Ice Player, who was lying on the ground, suddenly remembered the fear of being forced to chat with this person for several hours.
After weighing the pros and cons, he suddenly felt that the singing of IslandForest was not so bad after all, and quickly sent another application to join the team.
Jiang Shi and Han Yuze were enjoying the second golden song of the president’s sister together. Seeing that Deep Well Ice Player had joined the group again, he asked in confusion, “What are you doing in and out?”
[Deep Well Ice Player: Hurry up and add Gentleman Fan to the group.]
Jiang Shi blinked his eyes and noticed someone who was deeply immersed in video recording. He immediately realized what was going on.
He laughed and immediately added Gentleman Fan to the group without asking any questions.
Gentleman Fan quickly finished the voice and joined the group, asking, “What’s wrong?”
Jiang Shizheng: “The old player is looking for you.”
[Deep Well Ice Player: You’ve had enough, you bastard. If you keep pestering me, I’ll blow you up with one shot! #Draw your sword #Draw your sword #Draw your sword]
Gentleman Fan sighed innocently and said with a serious tone, “Old player, I’m not saying this to you, but your psychological quality is really not good.”
[Deep Well Ice Player: Go to hell!]
[Deep Well Ice Player: Tell me, are you sick, are you sick, are you sick? You just had to record for a while, but you really enjoyed it, didn’t you? You pervert, stay away from me, you know? Stinking! Pervert!]
Against the background of the ghost-crying and wolf-howling singing of IslandForest, the team channel was filled with Deep Well Ice Player’s screen-filling messages after being stimulated.
The bright sunlight was shining on his body, and Han Yuze felt the breath of Jiang Shi lying not far away from him. He couldn’t help but sigh in a low voice, “Tsk, young people are really good.”
At the foot of Caldera Mountain.
The blue sky, the green grass, the corpses, and the killers formed a harmonious scene that once seemed peaceful.
However, it was evident that while some people were in good spirits, others didn’t feel the same way.
As the news of kills kept pouring in, Pojun Baba watched helplessly as the number of killed people gradually exceeded the 20 mark and began to rush towards 30.
And this is only the first day. If this upward trend continues for three full days of pursuit, the compensation he would need to pay…
In prior encounters, even the Crusaders found it difficult to trace these individuals. So, according to Pojun Baba’s initial plan, an average of five to six kills per person in three days would already be a commendable performance.
Furthermore, it would be sufficient to convey the threat the Crusaders intended.
He aimed to make those people back off!
But what he couldn’t have anticipated was that this former top-ranked assassin could possess such formidable strength?
Pojun Baba watched as the kill count behind the game ID [Yu Weize] reached a staggering 8 times, momentarily wondering if he was hallucinating.
In just half a day, this [Yu Weize] he knew had been assassinated 8 times? Could there really be an assassin player with such terrifying prowess existing in the community?
Or perhaps, was it that some professional god-tier player from a guild was short on cash and discreetly started developing a second industry?
Such thoughts flashed briefly but were quickly dismissed by Pojun Baba himself.
But something doesn’t add up! Even the top-tier professional players, most of them have clashed on the Century Cup stage, couldn’t possibly hold down that guy, [Yu Weize] and beat him to this extent!
The number of deaths is akin to being stripped naked and allowing the opponent to take turns!
Pojun Baba thought deeply, coupled with the joyful atmosphere in the Seven Silver Coins Guild channel, and could only sense that the only possibility was a BUG in the black market trading system.
To avoid innocent losses in the settlement, without hesitation, he promptly submitted a bug report to the GM.
5 minutes later, the report was rejected.
Simultaneously, a reply was received, accompanied by a quick access link.
Clicking on it led to a feedback video recorded by the service provider during the completion of the order.
“Sorry, I don’t particularly want to engage with you, but when the boss orders, no questions asked…”
With an emphasis that perfectly met the requirements for the mocking remarks, the video played along, containing seven parts disdain, two parts disdainful indifference, and one part urging surrender in a sincere and heartfelt manner.
However, Pojun Baba’s focus wasn’t on the insulting effect caused by this.
Although this angle did not capture the face of the person who placed the order, the iron fan underneath the camera fell into his eyes very clearly.
Back off? Not in the slightest!
Using an iron folding fan as a weapon’s appearance… Isn’t that the stealthy character from the Seven Silver Coins?!
So, it’s like being stripped naked and being beaten up!
Finally realizing the truth, Pojun Baba felt a rush in his chest, almost speechless, nearly choking on the truth, as if about to spit out a mouthful of blood.
His personal stash was going to be completely wiped out!
In the entire world, it seemed like only a breeze was brushing past his ears.
The distant clamor was naturally muted, leaving only a sense of utter confusion about the future.
After an unknown period, Pojun Baba finally snapped out of it.
Staring blankly at the continually increasing kill count and the latest uploaded video, after a long, long while, he took a deep breath, trembling, finally made up his mind, and with a pounding heart, found Yu Weize’s gaming friend and sent a message.
[Pojun Baba: Hey, are you available to chat?]
[Yu Weize: Hmm? Oh, a rare guest~^_^~]
Pojun Baba: “.”
You rare my foot!
LMAO i like this chapter