Players' Creative Ways to Die

Before crossing the boundary into the forbidden zone, some members of Mortals Guild were still quite worried. One asked, "Boss, are we really just going over like this—will it be okay? Those elite guilds all came back defeated. Can ordinary players like us really do better than them?"

"Hmph, don't boost others' morale while crushing your own. We made thorough preparations long ago; all we lacked was an opportunity. Don't forget our goal—we're here to take down those so-called elite guilds that look down on everyone else!"

Luan Shi Fusheng was brimming with confidence. He pulled a stack of Spell Scrolls from his backpack, purchased at the cost of his entire fortune, and dazzling magical light shimmered across them.

At this sight, the members of Mortals Guild immediately brightened up.

"Our guild leader is so generous!"

"What a huge investment! As expected of the strongest member of Mortals Guild!"

"These scrolls must have cost a fortune, right?"

Luan Shi Fusheng snorted. "What does this little bit of money amount to before our great cause?"

Though he made it sound easy, Luan Shi Fusheng's heart was bleeding. By this stage, Mages had become highly sought-after prizes among guilds, yet it was still a class only rich players could afford to play.

Mortals Guild was a purely grassroots guild. They had no sponsors, no startup funds, and no stockpile of magical resources. There were only two level-four half-baked Mages in the guild, and all they could do was cast Fireball. Beyond that, they were useless.

Under such circumstances, Luan Shi Fusheng could only take on jobs everywhere, save up Gold Coins, and buy Spell Scrolls, hoping to turn things around with this precious opportunity.

Suppressing the pain in his heart, Luan Shi Fusheng forced an indifferent expression and activated the Spell Scrolls