In the real world, it's morning.
I checked my commission after Zhongdeng the game through the account [ Howling Pothos ] and found a large number of messages tagging me.
Upon clicking through, he discovered that the supply depot he had painstakingly built had been wiped out by the Holy Crusaders outside the city.
While objectively speaking, the Soul Returner didn't play a particularly righteous role in the Fir City Operation, why would players care about that?
Upon learning that his assets had been destroyed and all the players who remained at the supply depot had been wiped out, [ Howling Pothos ] felt a surge of anger, but also realized something.
Assuming that the vast majority of players wouldn't intentionally leak information to the enemy, how exactly did the enemy discover the existence of the supply depot?
Now that the supply depot has been completely destroyed, could it be that their own base has also been... destroyed?
Thinking of this, [ Howling Pothos ] wanted to log back into the game, but had to give up for the time being because the game time limit had been reached.
To get more relevant information, he began to quickly browse the forum.
He soon saw a link posted by an acquaintance--
[ Good Times Don't Last ]: "I have a plan. Players who were ambushed by the Holy Crusaders and want to fight, come in [group chat link]."
[ Howling Pothos ] clicked the link, and soon his information was sent to the group owner for review.
[ Good Times Don't Last Howling Pothos ], still in a bad mood, was quickly added to a new group chat named [ Avengers ].
He opened the group chat member list and found that the members were roughly divided into three groups. The first group consisted of him and supply station operators like [ Good Times Don't Last ] and [ Epic-Level Giant ]. The second group consisted of fishing players like [ Gu Gugu ] and [ Ever-Changing Master Ye ]. The third group consisted of casual players. Although their game activities were mainly casual, some of them turned to the dark side and picked up weapons after their happy home base was destroyed.
Seeing so many people in the group, [ Howling Pothos ] felt a little smug.
As a professional gamer who makes the World of Disorder his main job, [ Howling Pothos ] has always been very good at calculating profits.
Before joining the group chat, he was thinking that for players who were simply seeking revenge against the Holy Crusaders, the short-term gains should decline, and some people would probably refuse such a resource-intensive activity in order to gain more benefits.
But now he suddenly realized something: not everyone treats " World of Disorder " as a job. For those players who log in just to have fun, anyone who doesn't bring them joy will be killed.
Just then, the group admin, [ Good Times Don't Last ], suddenly started speaking in the group:
"Everyone, I don't need to explain the purpose of creating this group. Just think about it: you were all doing well outside the city, brewing tea and fishing, when suddenly you were robbed by the Holy Crusaders! Is that good? No, it's not!"
"Based on this, I created this group chat with [ Epic-Level Giant ] and plan to carry out a special operation."
"[ The Avengers ] was established for only one purpose: 'retaliation in kind.' I will purchase all intelligence about the Holy Crusaders from last night for a fee. Once I have confirmed their detailed information, I will strike immediately. Those who overturned shops will have their tents burned down, those who stole frozen fish will have their Symbiotic Tree cut down, and those who kicked over tea stoves will have their heads pressed against the fire. In short, they must pay the price!"
"If you share the same idea and wish to follow my instructions in the coming period, you will receive a daily reward similar to that of a normal game."
[ Gu Gugu ]: "We're all brothers, why are you talking about money? I didn't even have time to react before I was skewered like a barbecue skewer. I have to get revenge! Don't worry about making money for me, I'll pay for my own job!"
[ My Buddha Ciba ]: "That's right, the game intensity was too high before, and I was just thinking of taking a couple of days off when my tea stall was overturned. Isn't this just blatantly telling me to keep killing?"
[ Litang's Supremely Fierce Tiger ]: "Stop talking. Even though I'm not at the supply station, I'm still really annoyed. Take me with you."
[ Howling Pothos ] silently browsed everyone's comments, and after a while, he sent a private message to [ Good Times Don't Last ] in the background:
"I'm also one of the founders of the supply station, why didn't you ask me to fund this group?"
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He quickly replied:
"I feel like this would slow you down. Those big guilds have seven or eight people supporting one account, accumulating resources incredibly fast. I was thinking that since you haven't been killed, you shouldn't get involved in this kind of thing."
Upon seeing his friend's reply, [ Howling Pothos ] revealed a disdainful smile:
"How can a Tang Dynasty ship raised on that kind of feed compare to me? Only the improvements gained from battle are truly compatible with my body."
[ Howling Pothos ] didn't just say that casually for the sake of atmosphere. As a high-intensity solo player, he discovered early on that because the stat allocation was a sudden increase, he needed to readjust to his body after each level up and stat allocation. He would even experience a slight drop in combat power in a short period of time due to the decreased compatibility between his consciousness and body.
Therefore, he firmly believes that only combat as a form of training is the best way to achieve harmony between consciousness and the game's physical body.
From this perspective, it is a genuine free-range chicken from the mountains, incomparable to those raised in chicken farms.
On the other side of the chat box, [ Good Times Don't Last ] thought for a moment and replied:
So, are you planning to contribute money or labor?
"I'll contribute everything. The financial amount might not be huge, but the most difficult parts can be left to me."
"Okay, but I'm planning to wait until [ Zhong Lele ]'s tunnel is completed before we talk about it. Is it convenient for you to get there?"
"Convenient. If I'm not mistaken, this exposure shouldn't be limited to the outside."
"You mean your place..."
"That's right. If that's the case, then I might as well abandon this body. I must be even more secretive about what I do from now on."
"Sigh, I underestimated the NPCs in the game. I always thought their freedom was limited, which is why I created things like the general store. I think the problem is probably on my end."
"..."
After exchanging ideas, the two finalized a preliminary action plan and began to prepare separately.
As night fell, [ Howling Pothos ] logged into the game and, as expected, discovered several suspicious figures outside his base.
Knowing that his Good Times Don't Last wouldn't last, he didn't swallow his anger this time. After hiding his most valuable equipment, he went downstairs and became a suicide bomber. After killing several Holy Crusaders, he was beaten to death by a squad leader and his men who arrived at the scene.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Aduolin Province, a box of classified documents was steadily approaching Valhalla.