Zhouliu's Dark Cuisine

Sea of Heroes, Player Camp.

Atop the towering city wall, several players gazed at the Dark Veil blotting out the sky ahead and argued without end.

"It's been a week. What's the teacher doing? If we're going to fight, then fight. If not, move everyone out of the Sea of Heroes and blow up the whole space. Why drag it out?"

"Didn't they say Evil Beasts have appeared behind our lines too? I heard the Rainy Day Team found them first and killed one. Plenty of people on the Forum think they're almost catching up with the veteran players in the top tier."

"If the fighting doesn't start soon, I'm leaving. I've got sixteen kids to feed. I can't afford not to earn money."

"I don't care about money. I've only got myself to feed. But if we don't fight soon, that bastard Zhang Shouzhong will leave me in the dust. I hear that fat bastard's been hanging around the Fire God Team lately. He's probably about to take off."

"You have a grudge against Zhang Shouzhong? Isn't he some kind of author? He's written a bunch of messy guides on the Forum too. That Transcendent Freedom Method of his makes it sound like you can achieve Transcendence just by following it."

"Hah! Maybe he really thinks he can create Transcendent Ones. I read an analysis he wrote once. Something about Transcendent Ones needing infinite miracles and Unifiers needing infinite charisma. I nearly laughed myself to death."

"Stop changing the subject. What do you think the Looting Emperor is trying to do? He's put an upside-down black pot over himself. Doesn't he want to fight the players anymore?"

"I don't have a grudge against Zhang Shouzhong. I just can't stand that fat bastard