The Return of the King (Thanks to Xiao Shou Bing Liang for Becoming This Book's Sect Leader)

Netherworld, Underworld of Beiqi.

This once-prosperous city had now become desolate.

After ten thousand years of spiritual energy draining away, this world was withering and dying...

At that moment, within the city, a white-haired old man stared blankly at the empty streets as he drank cloudy wine alone.

The Underworld in his memories had once been incomparably prosperous, filled everywhere with Players—some reciting lessons, some discussing their next goals... Now, everything before his eyes was a memory; everything in his heart belonged to the past; everything he saw was regret.

Ten thousand years had passed. Were you coming back?

Memories continuously surfaced in his mind. The old man took a sip of wine, and a trace of anticipation appeared in his clouded eyes.

He reached out and opened his friends list. A window popped up, but all he saw were gray IDs and the words "Offline" beneath them.

Hu He, Gu Yu, Liu Chai, Proud Sword...

When he scrolled to one particular friend, he closed his eyes. Tears streamed down his aged face as the past resurfaced.

There had once been a time when he too had been young and reckless, full of vigor and ambition...

That had been An Sheng's youth.

Back then, he had been the leader of the Evil God Guild, and he had led his brothers into committing countless foolish acts in the game.

The Saiyu Island incident in particular had made them a guild everyone in the game wanted to beat up.

But back then, there had been a huge group of chuunibyou brothers following him into stupidity, following him into trouble, following him into getting beaten up. It had been chuunibyou, but it had also been happy.

As he closed his eyes, scenes from the past came flooding in, and tears would not stop