The reason he started his story from birth was not because he was still immersed in the atmosphere from before, but simply because he wanted to sever all ties with the identity of Marba once and for all.
These Soul Returner used certain special methods to discover that Marba was neither alive nor dead inside the barrier from that time.
Therefore, he could only first attract players with a captivating storyline, and then subtly weave in the content he wanted to express.
This way, these players will actively help him spread the fact that he burned Marba to ashes.
As for the story itself, even if it is 80% true and 20% false, it cannot be denied that Duma's early life was indeed legendary and exciting enough.
After the story was told, players who were captivated by the plot naturally accepted Marba's fate.
The [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ], who was going crazy on the side, exchanged a glance with the priest who shared her hatred, and the two tacitly destroyed the Marba bounty poster that had not yet been posted.
Marba's death has been successfully confirmed by Duma —the story-loving demon and the discerning divine Son of God, these two couldn't possibly be deceiving everyone, right?
It's good that he's dead! Marba needed to die; he's much more useful dead than alive!
With Marba dead, Duma was satisfied, no longer having any worries; the devout priest and [ Vanilla Ice Cream Scoop ] were satisfied, as were the Stained Ones had been tricked and captured by Marba; and even Marba himself was satisfied!
His lifelong ambition was to leave his name in history.
And now, his wish has truly come true.
With the players' screen recordings today, the NPC character profile for Duma Nig's Nige Ganhuo will soon appear on the official website.
In his character introduction, there will definitely be a sentence like this:
[... The demon Duma killed the defeated and fleeing Marba, thereby gaining the trust of the Son of God Ed and successfully joining the Second Holy See...]
And so, the demonic life of Duma, known as Marba, came to an end. Now, he has finally Incarnation into " Nige Ganhuo," beginning a new life in the Second Holy See.
In conclusion, everyone was happy and satisfied.
But some people are still dissatisfied with this.
Valhalla, the Mortgage Tavern.
Although the mechanisms of the World of Disorder and the real world are different, after two months of fermentation, the autumn harvest Scarlet Millet still produced some of this world's "wine" under Willow's Psionic Energy Formula.
The news that the fine wine was about to be sold had been released by [ Gill's Cuisine ] long ago. As a shareholder of the Mortgage Tavern, on par with the Western Sharpshooter, he had been trying to pay off the borrowed money as soon as possible and enter a debt-free state.
In order to hype up this "wine" of World of Disorder, he even spent some money to hire some half-dragon people to do publicity, and the wine is to be opened today.
Everyone drank one cup after another, and the wine in three large wooden barrels was sold out.
This beverage is Scarlet Millet, and because its production process is similar to beer, it produces a lot of bubbles that give it a unique taste. In addition, the so-called "alcohol" in this World of Disorder is not actually the same substance as in reality...
Due to a combination of factors, the Mortgage Tavern is now packed to capacity, no longer resembling the "foreign server player club" it once was.
Meanwhile, players on foreign servers have long been integrated into the game community under the 24/7 operation of the World of Disorder, becoming an important part of maintaining the nighttime vitality of the Second Holy See.
[ Gill's Cuisine ], temporarily acting as a bartender, wiped glasses behind the bar while mentally calculating whether this sales surge would clear his debts.
In front of him, [ Aluode ] was chatting with two drinking buddies, one on his left and one on his right, while holding a wine glass:
"If you had an endless lifespan, what would you do?"
The man on the left took a swig of his drink and said:
"Don't laugh at me. If it were true, I'd like to lie low and operate for hundreds or thousands of years, constantly acquiring capital, and eventually become the so-called 'final producer.' Haha, wouldn't that sound too stupid?"
Hahahaha.
The man on the right laughed loudly and said:
"What's wrong with that? I could say I want to be a prophet, the kind of prophet who, after humanity has driven itself to extinction, leads a group of stone-throwing monkeys to develop a new civilization!"
The two clinked glasses and burst into laughter simultaneously.
In fact, they weren't drunk at all— Ed had given them near-perfect bodies, which, although initially ugly, were perfectly functional and would continue to improve over time.
Their apparent drunkenness at this moment seemed more like a performance to avoid disrupting the current atmosphere.
The wooden wine glasses clinked in the air, and the two men took a big gulp, suddenly realizing that [ Aluode ], who was sitting in the middle, hadn't joined them.
The two drinkers turned their heads and saw that Aluode was looking at them with a smirk, swirling his glass. They then realized that Aluode had just asked a very interesting question, but he hadn't answered it yet.
"And what about you? Since you've asked us this, you must already have some ideas, right?"
[ Aluode ] had been waiting for these words. He slammed his wine glass on the table and put his arm around the two of them, saying:
"If it were me, I would create twenty-one powerful children and then launch an unprecedented great expedition!"
Hahahaha!
The three of them hugged each other and burst into laughter, but at that moment—
"Bang!"
A loud crash rang out, and the players' conversation and laughter instantly ceased.
Although everyone is now immersed in the atmosphere of the tavern, they are not yet unable to distinguish between the World of Disorder and the real world.
Is this guy getting too into character and acting out some kind of drunken tantrum?
With these thoughts in mind, all the players looked towards the source of the sound.
There stood a player with a well-proportioned build and an average-looking face, one foot on a chair and the other on a table, poised to be served as a dish.
[ Gill's Cuisine ] looked up at him and said:
"[ Noncompliant Nickname 1214 ], not allowed at the tavern, otherwise a fine of 200 will be imposed."
The player at the table tossed two silver coins onto the bar, and his companion, after picking up his glass, successfully placed both feet on the table.
"Brothers, I have something to say!"
In fact, he didn't need to say those words; all the drinkers were already looking at him because of his outburst.
"Of those present, how many participated in the defense of Valhalla the day before yesterday?"
A large group of players raised their hands.
The player looked around, roughly assessed the number of players, nodded, and said:
"I know everyone enjoyed this battle, but I still have some things I'd like to say to you all!"
"Stop talking nonsense and get to the point!"
A player shouted from below, "[ Noncompliant Nickname 1214 ] cleared his throat--"
"Gentlemen, are you worried that Valhalla will be attacked again?"