Mu Fengyu walked alone across the lands of Asgard, gazing at Thundercliff, a level-70 wilderness area in the distance. That was where the Tears of Angels guild was based.
A guild built around a level-70 dungeon would have around 2,000 Creation Points. Without an insider to guide them, pushing through the place quickly would be a bit of a hassle.
According to the information provided by their insider, the Tears of Angels guild's territory stretched from the bottom of the cliff to its peak and was divided into five areas. Though the cliffs limited their ability to create other environments, each area was guarded by a level-100 NPC and filled with all kinds of restrictive traps.
Fortunately, they had an insider. Once the operation began, the insider would help disable the traps, leaving Mu Fengyu to deal with the NPCs guarding the place.
He took another look at Thundercliff, then turned and headed off to relax somewhere else. After all, there wouldn't be any angels left here tomorrow, so he might as well enjoy the view while they were still around.
Mu Fengyu wandered aimlessly through the jungle until he heard fighting in the distance. He activated advanced stealth and went over to see what was happening.
When he got closer, he saw several angels dribbling a ball. No, on closer inspection, it was actually an alien player. His race was probably a branch of the Machinekin; after all, only Machinekin could abandon their bodies and flee using their core alone.
He'd probably been hunted somewhere else and had no choice but to flee in his core. In worlds other than the three in Alfheim, players generally hunted alien players on sight.
Mu Fengyu watched them dribble and dunk the player over and over. He'd already disliked angels, and now he wanted to twist their heads off. Just as he was about to step in and teach them a lesson—
Eight more human players ran over. They wore matching gear, with the head of a fierce wolf embroidered on their chests. They were clearly members of some guild.
The alien player had probably been hunted specifically so they could help the newbie behind them change classes. After all, many human classes required players to hunt down aliens to complete their class change.
The angel players glanced at them. A bunch of level-sixty-something nobodies—no threat at all. They could keep playing for a while.
Seeing the ball still there, the human players all breathed a sigh of relief. Alien players were pretty hard to find in Asgard, after all.
Their leader stepped forward to negotiate, explaining that they had found the alien player first and were hunting him when he escaped. He asked the angels to leave the kill to the newbie behind them.
The angel players refused. They'd gone to all the trouble of finding such a fun ball; they weren't about to hand him over just because someone asked. Unless, that was, everyone played a fair game of ball using the alien player in their hands. As he spoke, one of them spun the player on his fingertip and tossed him to a companion.
The poor alien player had been part of the game the whole time, yet hadn't gotten to enjoy any of it. He'd stopped speaking altogether. If no one came to rescue him, there might soon be one fewer alien player in the world.
Mu Fengyu had been watching the whole thing from nearby, hidden from view, but at last he couldn't stand it anymore. And if you were wondering why no one had noticed him, it was because none of them had a detection class. Besides, ever heard of GM tech?
He snatched the core right out of their hands, then punched the human newbie into pieces. Ripples spread beneath his feet, and a circle of sharp wooden spikes sprang up, forcing everyone back.
The two groups realized the newcomer wasn't someone to mess with. They might have the numbers, but he'd approached without making a sound and seemed capable of far greater strength. Judging from that punch and the wooden spikes, he was definitely not to be underestimated.
The angel players exchanged glances, surprised that someone had suddenly barged in. The human players, meanwhile, were furious, convinced that this unexpected stranger had ruined their plans.
Mu Fengyu paid no attention to their reactions. He glanced at the core in his hand, tapped it lightly twice, and asked in a casual tone,
"Hey, can you still talk?"
The eye at the center of the core flashed red twice, and the voice of a young boy came from within.
"I'm... okay. Just a little dizzy."
Mu Fengyu nodded, pulled a bottle of high-grade healing potion from his inventory, and poured it over the core. As the potion took effect, precise components extended outward from the core, gradually assembling into an abstract robot.
Why was it so abstract? It stood 1.3 meters tall, with a left arm 1.2 meters long and a right arm only a tiny bit long. Its octopus-like feet flailed wildly against the ground. He had to hand it to him: he'd really mastered the art of being an alien.
"Thanks for saving me, boss. What's your name?"
"That little stuff can wait. I'll help you get revenge first."
As he spoke, he looked toward the two groups, who were preparing to flee. They'd finally realized that the man in front of them was the highest-ranked person on the bounty list.
Forget the bounty money. Anyone with a bounty was a tough customer, and this guy could probably crush them with a flick of his wrist.
But Mu Fengyu wasn't about to let them escape. He was only here to scout the place and didn't want to expose himself ahead of schedule.
He flashed in front of the strongest angel player, reached behind himself, and pulled out a spear. With a wet thunk, he drove it straight through the angel and pinned him to the ground.
Then he looked back at the other players fleeing and clapped his hands together, grinning ominously.
"You've all seen me. How could I let you get away? Come on out, my little darlings."
The white flower on his head began to glow, and the environment around him transformed, with the changes spreading outward from where he stood. The jungle gradually gave way to grassland, and the fleeing players were startled.
"What is this?"
Before they could react, monsters fused with plants launched a frenzied assault. A toad with six blood-red eyes shot out its tongue, wrapped it around a player, and dragged him closer. A mantis so fast it was a blur sliced several players in half in the blink of an eye. Insects with human faces burst out of the ground and bit into them.
In moments, all those who thought they could escape had been taken care of by the monsters. These were the "Predaplants" automatically generated within Cecilia's Flower's domain.
Apart from the angel Mu Fengyu had pinned to the ground at the start, none of the players had been higher than level eighty. The monsters had no trouble dealing with them.
"Let's see if you had anything good."
Mu Fengyu walked over to the corpses and began using his family's time-honored looting technique. There wasn't anything worthwhile, but he kindly placed a card on each of them anyway. It was a GM-exclusive item, also known as a ban card.
The moment the cards touched the bodies, they dissolved into black data and vanished. Mu Fengyu dusted off his hands and cheerfully walked over to the newbie.
"Hey, newbie. I'm Mu Fengyu, the hottest sugar daddy in the Nine-Man Suicide Subgroup. What's your name?"
The newbie stared blankly at everything around him. As someone who'd only just started playing, World Items and GMs had always seemed impossibly far away. Everything he'd just witnessed had left his young mind badly shaken. He only snapped out of it when Mu Fengyu spoke to him, then hurriedly answered at the top of his voice,
"Hello, Boss Mu Fengyu! My name is Bharata Siyou Qilong."
Tonight, I'm working overtime. I'll see if I can rush out another chapter. If I can't, it'll be after midnight.
If you think something else doesn't make sense, please @ me directly in that passage. I'll do my best to revise it. I'm all ears.
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