Disaster Recovery and the White Frost Church's Perfect Report

A group of players huddled together, staring at the five pieces of equipment in their hands. They were beside themselves with excitement.

They had been playing for almost a month, and this was the first time they had gotten good loot the way they would in an ordinary game.

They had killed plenty of humanoid bosses before, but those bosses had only dropped whatever they carried.

They had not even dropped their supernatural abilities.

Now, after an enormous struggle, they had finally secured the players' first real spoils of war under Godfather's protection.

108 asked, his eyes burning, "How should we split the loot?"

Iron Root swallowed. "I don't know. This stuff is... worth too much!"

Even Winter, usually the steadiest of them all, was flushed and at a loss.

"We don't know the market prices yet. The system says we have to hold on to these special drops, the ones only we can see, for seven days before we can trade them normally with NPCs."

"Why don't we keep them here for a few days, then show them to Godfather once we can trade them?"

Mountain Dog nodded at once. "I'm in! Our Godfather would never cheat us!"

The other players nodded their agreement.

They handed all five items to Winter for safekeeping.

After all, every player had signed a contract. Besides the various confidentiality clauses concerning Godfather, it included terms for dividing and jointly owning spoils from battle.

Once they had secured the loot, the players looked around and found the entire containment line swept up in jubilant celebration.

People surrounded Ilis and Su Yi, shouting their thanks through tears, singing their praises.

They danced and cheered in gratitude.

At the sight, the players felt their own spirits soar.

An indescribable sense of accomplishment welled up in them.