Dragon Soaring World was shocked.
He and Night Roaming God had definitely never met before, yet the other man's behavior made it seem as though he knew him inside out.
Dragon Soaring World even suspected that Night Roaming God was an alt account created by someone he knew.
Otherwise, how could he even know about the chief strategist?
He could even state that there were two options and unhesitatingly choose the second.
Archer had known Dragon Soaring World for many years. Seeing his expression, he asked, "Is there a problem?"
After thinking for a moment and choosing his words, Dragon Soaring World said, "I feel like Night Roaming God knows me very well, but none of the people I know match up with him."
Archer also wore a thoughtful expression.
Dragon Soaring World's intuition was sharp. Since he said so, he was basically ninety percent, if not completely, certain.
So the question was—
Who exactly was Night Roaming God, and why did he know Dragon Soaring World so well?
But no matter how Archer pondered it, he could not find a reasonable explanation.
Dragon Soaring World waved a hand. "Forget it. There's no need to dwell on this. Maybe Night Roaming God learned about my character through some other channel."
After all, the Dragon Soaring Dynasty he had founded was one of the country's top gaming guilds. Quite a few media outlets had interviewed him. Perhaps Night Roaming God had read some of those reports, felt that he was a decent person, and thus showed him goodwill.
Light Snow nodded beside him. "For now, Night Roaming God is a friend, not an enemy. We don't need to be too guarded, or it may affect our cooperation."
The group quickly exchanged looks and felt that made sense.
Having figured it out, Dragon Soaring World no longer dwelled on it and swiftly sent a message. "Our offer remains five million Yan Country Currency, plus two ranged skill books no lower than Black Iron tier."
This was the plan Qin Chuan wanted.
Qin Chuan would not have considered the first proposal Dragon Soaring World had sent earlier.
Although he had dealt with Dragon Soaring World many times in his past life and found him suitable as a brother, that did not mean Qin Chuan would trust him.
Especially when it concerned his real identity.
He remembered that, in his past life, many top gaming experts had not died at the hands of alien races, but had instead been backstabbed by those around them.
Why had there been no one with an SSS-Tier talent among the top ten experts on Earth in his past life?
The reason needed no explanation.
Twenty percent of the Dragon Soaring Dynasty's shares was certainly worth a fortune. It could even let Qin Chuan retire on the spot.
But he knew full well that when despair descended, wealth without strength would only make one fat meat on the chopping block.
By then, he might not even have any wealth left.
Once Apocalypse began to merge with reality, the real world's economic system would collapse in an extremely short time.
Composing himself, Qin Chuan sent a string of characters to Dragon Soaring World.
Dragon Soaring World was also very generous. He did not even ask when he would receive the equipment and directly had Light Snow transfer the money.
"Dear player, your virtual account has received five million Yan Country Currency. You may withdraw it to your personal bank card at any time."
The reason Qin Chuan felt safe accepting cash was that linking a bank card in Apocalypse would simultaneously create a virtual account.
He could withdraw those five million in batches.
If Dragon Soaring World wanted to trace him through the flow of cash, it would be impossible.
After the transfer was completed, Qin Chuan also initiated a trade with Dragon Soaring World and traded over the two pieces of equipment.
Dragon Soaring World was deeply moved. Since he could not find where Qin Chuan was, he could only speak to the air. "Night Roaming God, don't worry. I'll mobilize the entire guild to search for those two skill books and deliver them to you as soon as possible."
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Qin Chuan did not answer directly, instead sending a friend message. "No rush. I trust President Soaring Dragon's reputation."
There was no need to say anything more.
Dragon Soaring World was a smart man. He would not try to weasel out of or delay the two skill books.
Even if Dragon Soaring World lost his mind and truly tried to renege, Qin Chuan had plenty of ways to show him what it meant to be killed every time they met.
Dragon Soaring World suddenly shivered for no reason. Without thinking much of it, he looked at the equipment in his inventory and said excitedly, "Let's go, let's level up. Oh, right, Light Snow, keep an eye on the skill books for me."
"Understood, boss."
At the Newbie Village Respawn Point, Rakshasa Hall's camping behavior had sparked the fury of countless players.
Especially those innocent passersby. Getting ambushed by wild monsters was one thing, but after returning to the Respawn Point, they were still being ambushed by other players.
Did they have no martial virtue at all?!
"Rakshasa One-Slash, may your son be born without a dick!"
"What kind of trash guild is this? You can't handle Night Roaming God, so you take it out on us Normal Tier players? Brothers, let's fight these idiots!"
"So you're Rakshasa One-Slash? Do you know who I am? The dog belonging to the second uncle of the neighbor of the cousin of the Vice President of Netherworld Palace was given to him by me!"
"..."
The Respawn Point was in complete chaos, and Rakshasa One-Slash's expression grew increasingly ugly.
Earlier, Amos had sent him back with a single slap. He had not seen Night Roaming God get exposed from stealth, but surely there would be no problem.
That was Gaze of the God of Light, a Black Iron tier skill!
How could a mere low-level assassin contend against the God of Light?
As long as Night Roaming God was forced out of stealth, the BOSS would definitely kill him on the spot.
And once Night Roaming God returned to the Respawn Point, their uninterrupted barrage of group attacks would cover him completely. There was no chance of survival.
At that point, Night Roaming God would either kneel and beg for mercy or delete his account.
But what Rakshasa One-Slash had not expected was that he waited at the Respawn Point for ages, leading his men in flinging skills around for ages.
Other than hurting innocent people, it had achieved absolutely nothing.
There was no sign of Night Roaming God among the revived players!
What was more, the news that followed left Rakshasa One-Slash somewhat dazed.
That Silver Tier BOSS was still losing health?
And every hit dealt over six thousand damage?
Without question, the only person capable of that was Night Roaming God.
So the question was—
How had he overcome the effects of Gaze of the God of Light, a Black Iron tier skill?
Rakshasa One-Slash could not understand it.
But the situation at hand gave him no time to think.
Because Rakshasa Hall had indiscriminately cast skills at the Respawn Point, many players had died the instant they revived.
They had already been frustrated after getting sent back by wild monsters. Now they were dying again on the spot, and the anger in their hearts could no longer be contained.
Led by several hot-tempered guys, the players who had suffered this undeserved disaster immediately formed the Anti-Rakshasa Alliance and fought Rakshasa Hall's members fiercely.
Amid the chaos, guilds that had long held grudges against Rakshasa Hall also quietly joined in. They launched a surprise attack on Rakshasa One-Slash, sent him and his subordinates back to the Respawn Point, then copied their tactics and camped there.
Rakshasa One-Slash had just revived when his vision went black again. Furious, he cursed loudly and declared that he would take revenge.
But what greeted him was another round of skills.
After being tormented several times, Rakshasa One-Slash chickened out and waved a hand before logging off directly.
Damn Night Roaming God. I'll fight you again after I wake up!
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