I Want to Leave the Guild!

I Want to Leave the Guild!

"I want to leave the guild!"

Within the Divine Constable Bureau's courtyard in Tokyo Bianliang City, a roar filled with helplessness, sorrow, resentment, and bitterness shot into the sky.

This was a player who had completed a string of high-difficulty hidden quests, crying out in bloody grievance against the godforsaken hidden sect, the Divine Constable Bureau!

Was complaining any use?

Don't forget what they did for a living!

In response to Ye Weiming's resignation request, Zhan Zhao answered, "Of course you can resign. But since you joined the Divine Constable Bureau, people in the martial world already see you as an Imperial Hound. Hardly any martial sect will be willing to take you in."

Ye Weiming: ...

"Even if one does accept you by some stroke of luck, every NPC will be suspicious of you. Your initial favorability with everyone will be Hostile, and the rate at which NPC favorability increases from future quests will be cut in half."

Ye Weiming: ...

"Of course, that's assuming you can even get quests from them with Hostile favorability."

Ye Weiming: ...

Blinking, Zhan Zhao smiled like a beckoning cat waving its right paw. "Are you sure you want to leave the Divine Constable Bureau?"

Ye Weiming: "...Not sure."

What a sin!

If this had been any other game, no matter how good it was, Ye Weiming's short temper would have made him delete his character and quit. If I can't afford to provoke them, can't I at least avoid them?

But Eternal Chivalry was a rather special game.

What made it special?

Because human society had entered the early stages of the Great Universe Era, China had begun sending volunteers aged eighteen to twenty-five to settle on alien planets and take part in the Great Universe Era's development and construction. Ten cutting-edge manned space carriers had launched simultaneously, with the first wave of immigrants expected to total one million!

To reduce energy consumption during the years-long space journey, as well as cut down on waste emissions, every immigrant had to enter a Health Pod in a semi-dormant state and spend the long voyage inside the game.

Why did they have to play a game?

It was to keep the passengers' brains active, lest they wake up after years of dormancy only to find themselves brain-dead or vegetative. That would defeat the purpose of interstellar immigration.

In other words, you couldn't log out of this game, and you couldn't delete your character!

Not only could you not afford to provoke them, you couldn't avoid them either.

Before boarding, the officials had kept all game information under extremely tight wraps. Only just before players logged in had they released a brief introduction to the game's setting. That was when Ye Weiming learned it was an online game set in a martial arts world. Martial arts culture had once been a wildly popular and distinctive cultural system, so he had heard a little about it.

But only heard about it.

Back in the beginner village, Ye Weiming had completed a series of high-difficulty quests for an NPC called Soy Milk Xiaobai. He had searched for clues, guessed the murderer, and solved puzzles. He had expected a hefty reward, but aside from fixed experience, cultivation, and money, all he got was an Entry Token for a hidden sect.

Since he did not know much about martial arts culture, he could only judge it based on his past gaming experience.

And by gaming logic, hidden classes were obviously better than ordinary classes!

Who would have thought...

This trash hidden sect didn't have any sect martial arts at all!

Not a single one!

Those ordinary prestigious sects had everything from beginner martial arts to advanced martial arts. As long as you spent money and sect contribution, you could learn them.

One guy Ye Weiming had met in the beginner village, who later joined the Shaolin Sect, had even revealed that the Shaolin Sect possessed seventy-two ultimate arts!

When Ye Weiming questioned this, Zhan Zhao, the NPC responsible for assigning new players, merely chuckled and asked, "Martial sects are martial arts schools. You have to pay to learn martial arts. Our Divine Constable Bureau, on the other hand, is the imperial court's law enforcement department. We receive a monthly salary. Have you ever seen an employer provide its employees with compulsory education?"

Without comparison, there could be no harm...

Right now, Ye Weiming felt that his life was utterly bleak, with not a glimmer of light visible in his future.

Seeing that Ye Weiming had accepted his fate and looked utterly dead inside, Zhan Zhao began patiently persuading him. "Don't be so depressed. There are actually many ways to obtain martial arts. Sect martial arts are merely the most convenient path. And that path won't take you directly to the top. Take the Shaolin Temple you mentioned earlier, for example. Beyond their seventy-two ultimate arts, they also have the Peerless Divine Skill, the Yi Jin Jing. Isn't that not listed among their sect martial arts either?"

Then he changed the subject. "And while our Divine Constable Bureau may not teach sect martial arts, you can learn things here that disciples of other sects cannot."

With drooping eyelids and without even raising his head, Ye Weiming casually asked, "Such as?"

Zhan Zhao somehow produced four black tokens, each bearing one large golden character: Heaven, Earth, Man, and Ghost.

"Employers may not provide employees with compulsory education, but necessary pre-employment training is still required." Zhan Zhao smiled. "These four tokens each represent a unique art exclusive to the Divine Constable Bureau. Congratulations: as the first player constable, you will have priority in choosing."

There really were exclusive arts?

Ye Weiming barely managed to lift his spirits. "Can you tell me what arts these four tokens represent?"

Zhan Zhao tactfully replied, "No."

"Tch!" Ye Weiming shot a disdainful glare at this seemingly loyal and upright fellow, then decisively picked up the Heaven token.

Why had he chosen it?

Because Heaven sounded the most badass!

Ding! Congratulations! You have obtained the opportunity to learn an exclusive art of the Divine Constable Bureau. Please go to the Coroner's Office and find Officer Song to learn the skill.

The Coroner's Office?

Wasn't that a place that dealt with corpses?

Logically speaking, any skill related to that place should fall under the Ghost token, shouldn't it?

Zhan Zhao had already put away the other three tokens. Clearly, he had no intention of giving Ye Weiming another chance to choose, nor did he intend to explain anything. Ye Weiming could not be bothered to waste his breath, so he took the token and headed straight for the Coroner's Office.

The Coroner's Office was located in a corner of the Divine Constable Bureau. Before he even got close, Ye Weiming caught a faint whiff of an unpleasant stench of corpses. Still, in order to learn the skill, he endured the discomfort and stepped inside.

The moment he entered the Coroner's Office, he heard a desolate voice softly reciting, "Blood-weeping flies and insects laugh at the heavens; a lone sail's layered shadow binds white chains."

Following the voice, he saw a gaunt middle-aged man with somewhat pale skin, giving off an unhealthy impression.

As Ye Weiming observed the man, the middle-aged man noticed his arrival as well. Setting down the book in his hand, he asked, "You are the new player constable in the Divine Constable Bureau?"

"That's right!" Ye Weiming pulled himself together. "Are you Officer Song?"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly. "I am Song Ci."

Song Ci!

Ye Weiming might not have known Zhan Zhao, but he knew Song Ci. He just did not know whether this Song Ci was the historical pioneer of forensic medicine.

"Greetings, Officer Song." Though he was in an extremely foul mood, Ye Weiming still showed considerable respect toward a source of national pride from history. As he spoke, he took out the Heaven token and handed it over. "I'm here to learn sect skills."

Song Ci looked at the token, then examined Ye Weiming for a moment before saying, "If you wish to learn my skills, you must first pass my test."

So, a quest.

Ye Weiming had already been mentally prepared for that, so he nodded decisively. "Please tell me."

As soon as Ye Weiming finished speaking, Song Ci produced a paper filled with questions and said sternly, "I have ten questions here. If you can answer at least six correctly, you will pass."

Ye Weiming: (⊙_⊙)?

So I had to take an exam just to learn a skill!?

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