As a freelancer who works full-time in-game farming, he does similar things in multiple games simultaneously.
Needless to say, he logs into " World of Disorder " every night without fail, and he does similar things in the other three games every day.
However, no game could give him such a realistic feeling as " World of Disorder ". With the experience he had accumulated in the game over this period of time, he was absolutely certain that he could also chop down a big tree quickly in real life. Although the speed might be slower due to the strength of his strength, he believed that he had no problem with the technique.
Isn't it a shame to only use such a groundbreaking game for grinding?
He couldn't help but think about whether he should leave Soaring Sky Studio after his contract expired. But when exactly would the game release a name change card?
With this ID, no matter where you go, other players will think you're just a gold farming account belonging to a studio.
Lost in thought, [ Soaring Sky 3638 ] had already arrived at the entrance of the Adventurers' Guild.
He showed his Bronze-level adventurer ID to a staff member and expressed his desire to see [ Good Times Don't Last ].
The NPC immediately led the way, taking him to a room near the guild's main entrance.
"Boss, [ Do Some Farm Work ] the boss sent me to find you, saying there's a new task."
"That's right. Your other nine colleagues are still waiting for an opportunity to act in Fir City. You were the first to complete your mission, so here's a new task for you."
"Please speak, boss."
"Let me ask you first, you're not afraid of heights, are you?"
"I'm not afraid of heights."
"That's good."
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] As he said this, there was a sudden knock on the door again.
"Come in."
A young Soul Returner returned and entered. [ Good Times Don't Last ] suddenly laughed upon seeing this and said to [ Soaring Sky 3638 ]:
"Come, let me introduce you. This is [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ], our ace pilot."
He then looked at [ Autumn Light and Osmanthus Shadows ] and introduced:
"Dude, here's your bomber bomb."
Upon hearing the other person's introduction, [ Soaring Sky 3638 ] couldn't help but smile.
But I'm here to risk my life, so there's absolutely nothing wrong with that kind of introduction.
[ The Good Times Don't Last ] He patted the two of them on the shoulders and said:
"Get ready, you can leave shortly."
"Yes, boss."
Fir City, noon.
A message was sent to Antiya Lisi's desk, where he and Marba were now sitting opposite each other on either side of a desk piled high with documents.
The Holy Crusaders soldier who came to deliver the message looked rather grim, his gaze darting back and forth between the two leaders.
"Speak quickly."
Antiya Lisi waved his hand impatiently:
"I can roughly guess where it started again?"
"It's... the headquarters of the Twelfth Order of Knights."
"Understood. Let them organize their own firefighting efforts. You may leave now."
"Yes."
The study door closed again, and even the composed Antiya Lisi and the experienced Marba couldn't help but sigh.
"What are your thoughts on the current situation, Commander?"
Antiya Lisi's words were not sarcastic, but rather a heartfelt inquiry.
Marba, unusually, didn't immediately answer, but instead pondered for a moment and shook his head:
"No, I just can't understand..."
He organized his thoughts and said:
"I can imagine this form of attack, but I can't fully understand it. Why would anyone agree to attack in this way? They'll die..."
Marba didn't mention was that he had once devised a similar attack method during the battle between humans and demons hundreds of years ago, when he successfully persuaded slimes to become Blast Fruits, helping him breach the enemy's fortified city.
However, this is conditional. Slimes, being genderless monsters, reproduce primarily through fission. Therefore, he only needs to take a small sample from each slime that is about to self-destruct to ensure that they can be resurrected in another form.
But can humans do that?
Obviously not.
Humans are not only greatly limited in terms of reproduction, but they also cannot produce offspring that are exactly the same as themselves and inherit their memories and minds, like slimes do.
So how exactly were they persuaded to carry out this suicidal attack?
In Marba's memories, two different races appeared—succubi and vampires.
The former could use strange Psionic Energy other creatures submit to them, even to the point of tearing out their own hearts, but they had all died in the Demonic Tide or Alienation into monsters.
The latter can use their Blood Poison to Domination their subordinates, making them act according to their commands, but the problem is that the vampire grand dukes are now either trapped in the Demon Realm or sealed away.
As for his own Demonic Whisper that could influence the minds of others, they were actually quite limited.
Regardless of the fact that this is a skill that can only be used on one person, in terms of its application, it not only needs to be adjusted according to each person's personality and identity, but also requires skillfully using the other person's psychology. It is difficult to make them do things against their own will, and it is not possible to Domination at will like a succubus or vampire.
Just as he was able to impersonate the real Marba, it was because the other party's operation was inherently risky and prone to failure, and the original owner was someone who craved fame and a high position, which allowed him to corrupt the mind and take over the identity.
However, there is another possibility: the Tree God.
Whether it's a true god or a false god, as long as they possess even a little bit of Authority, they should be able to make those rebels follow them wholeheartedly.
They might not even need Authority; a little bit of skill, plus the tacit cooperation of a few loyal followers, could achieve similar results.
Thinking this, Marba suddenly recalled something: a place name mentioned by [ The Mysterious Goblin ] and [ The Dark and Heavy Secret ] when they were working together some time ago—
Hall of Heroic Spirits.
Those who fought bravely in life will have their souls returned here after death.
For ignorant and foolish people at the bottom of society, such a temptation is immense.
Indeed, the rebels and false gods may have fabricated these lies to entice those ignorant, lower-class people to sacrifice their lives for them.
This is... more demonic than the devil himself...
The demon couldn't help but mutter a curse in his heart, then looked at the somewhat haggard Antiya Lisi and said:
"For now, we can only strengthen patrols within the city. I have some of my own intelligence channels, and I'll contact you as soon as I have the results."
After saying this, Marba got up and left Antiya Lisi's study, returning to her camp where she found a slightly yellowed and worn-out coat.
A few hours later, in the evening.
Using the long shadow cast by the setting sun, Marba arrived at a residential area and knocked on a door cautiously and rhythmically.
After a series of footsteps, the door opened a crack, and a young man peeked out and glanced at him, saying:
"Dude, what brings you here? How have you been lately? Hope your hideout hasn't been discovered yet?"
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Duma abruptly raised her head and saw [ the Dark and Heavy Secret ] smiling at her.