Died on the Spot

Giant Mickey had been lucky, in a sense.

At the age of fifty-five, he had been forcibly transported to the Karim Continent.

More importantly, the moment he arrived, he obtained an A-Rank talent that was both straightforward and extremely useful—Robbery.

This talent not only allowed him to pull his underlings from other areas to his side one by one.

It could also forcibly claim his underlings' Shelters as his own.

Although it came with the restriction that he could only pull over people he knew, had met, and shared a certain degree of intimacy with, that was more than enough for someone as ambitious as him.

Wasn't the hardest problem in mathematics turning zero into one?

After learning of his talent, Giant Mickey began making moves.

Rather than immediately pulling people over, the clever man chose to lie low while venturing out alone to search for treasure chests and gather food and water.

He waited two or three days, until people in the district started dying, before making his move.

After all, the number 10001 was easy enough to make people suspicious, but no one would think much of 9986.

Since he could use his talent twice a day, he chose to pull people over late at night.

At that time, everyone in their Shelters would already be asleep, making it much easier to forcibly requisition their Shelters.

And so.

Using his ability, he built a small team of around ten people.

With those men, he recruited plenty of petty thieves from the surrounding area as underlings, swelling his force to over fifty people in less than a week.

But he knew District 666 was far from as simple as he had imagined.

After all, after the first day, the makeup of District 666 had basically become common knowledge.

A district made up of criminals marginalized on Blue Star—"abandoned" was truly the perfect word to describe it.

And then, in a place like this, someone capable of making Potions suddenly appeared.

How could that not delight him?

For a time, he had even believed this was the blessed land heaven had bestowed upon him.

Yet no matter how he contacted Lan Qingyou, she never replied. Every time he added her as a friend, she deleted him. She simply did not take him seriously.

That was why, in a fit of rage, he had sent his men to track down her Shelter.

He did not need much.

As long as he found the place and met her once, he could establish "intimacy" just by exchanging a few trashy words.

Then, that night, he could pull both her and her Shelter over to his side.

By then, what alchemist would not be easy to take under his control and become a major asset in his conquest of the Karim Continent?

The Chef named Gu Xiaobei and the merchant Shang Chuan were the same.

He wanted to bring all of those talented people under his command.

Then the first Mana Turbulence destroyed every Level 1 Shelter, further cementing his position.

But then.

While he was still dreaming of his grand future, Machine Gun Jacksey stabbed him in the back.

Four people killed in a single snipe—this was something "Godfather" Mickey could not accept.

Thus came the ambush against Jacksey and his group.

"Godfather, Jacksey and the others will be here soon."

"Mm. Tell everyone to get ready."

When a group of people with their pants hanging off their asses appeared on the path carrying all kinds of weapons, Mickey immediately ordered Maner and the others to attack.

"Fuck! They're Mickey's men!"

"We've been ambushed!"

"Attack!"

"Run!"

When they saw Maner and the others burst from the grass or leap down from the trees, Jacksey's team instantly fell into chaos.

But Maner and the others did not care. They charged forward with their weapons in hand.

In an instant, shouts of battle rang out along the path, with magic flying through the air from time to time. It was a lively scene indeed.

Meanwhile, Mickey stood on a tree branch, watching everything with cold eyes.

To Mickey, there was not much difference between the street fights of his youth and these magical battles.

They were nothing more than fights to the death.

So even as severed limbs flew below and lives were treated like grass, Mickey did not so much as furrow his brow.

About ten minutes later, the battle came to an abrupt end.

Mickey's side already held an overwhelming advantage in numbers, and they had launched a surprise ambush. There was basically no suspense to the fight.

At the cost of six deaths, Mickey's side annihilated the dozen or so people Jacksey had brought with him.

Naturally, that included Jacksey himself.

"Godfather, the battle is over."

"Mm."

Watching the satisfying battle, Mickey nodded in approval. It was as if he had returned to his younger days, brawling in the streets of Luoshan.

This was the life people from their world were meant to live!

Just as Mickey was sighing with emotion, a bullet suddenly blew apart his head, sending him out of this world for good.

"Godfather!"

Seeing the sudden snipe, Maner immediately cried out. His face filled with panic as he reached out and caught Mickey's body.

"Brother Maner! It was a snipe! The sniper is over there!"

One of the underlings pointed in a certain direction and shouted.

But Maner had no intention of giving chase.

"Retreat first! Protect me and get back to the base!"

Picking up Mickey's corpse, Maner shouted and headed toward Mickey's Shelter.

After seeing Maner and the others retreat, the sniper in the ghillie suit also left with her AWM Sniper Rifle. After winding through several turns, she returned to her own Shelter.

Ailuaier: "BOSS, mission complete. Mickey is dead."

Shang Chuan: "Good work. Here's the payment for this mission. As for that mole, I'll leave him to you. Play with him however you like."

Ailuaier: "BOSS, you're awesome!"

After receiving five +30 Mana Potions, Ailuaier whistled and sent back her reply.

When Shang Chuan saw it, he adjusted his glasses and smiled faintly.

Shang Chuan was a merchant.

Merchants naturally sold whatever was valuable. So what was the most valuable thing in this other world?

Magic items? Books? Materials? Magic?

Perhaps.

But wherever there were people, there would be conflict. And naturally, information would become one of the most valuable commodities.

On the first night after being forcibly transported to Karim, Shang Chuan had already mapped out a clear path for his development.

After learning what kind of atmosphere the place he was in had, he began recruiting people.

Whatever you had on you before being forcibly transported would be brought along with you.

For example, clothes. Pants. Glasses. Or even—a Sniper Rifle.

Fortunately, when Shang Chuan went out to inspect the area around his Shelter on the first day, he witnessed Ailuaier hunting rabbits with a gun.

Thus, Ailuaier naturally entered Shang Chuan's sights.

Under the guise of hiring a mercenary, he successfully employed her, making her the sharpest weapon in his hand.

As for whether Mickey was dead, all they needed to do was check whether he was still in the channel.

There was no way to fake it.

Ailuaier: "BOSS, I'm running low on bullets."

Shang Chuan: "Don't worry. I'll find someone to make them for you."

Ailuaier: "OK."

Shang Chuan smiled at Ailuaier's reply, then opened his friends list and selected a friend to send a message to.

Shang Chuan: "Your request has been fulfilled. Please settle the remaining payment. Perhaps the next time we talk, it would be more appropriate for me to call you 'Godfather' Maner?"