Abundant Martial Arts Virtue
Chapter 246 - 220: Tactics of Both Sides

Chapter 246: Chapter 220: Tactics of Both Sides

Auffa Country.

Prince Anglu floated high above the Royal Capital, his gaze revealing a trace of weariness as he spoke,

"Summoning... has reached its limits, I hope it can kill that Divine Beast."

From the void next to him, another voice arose: "These people are already enough to destroy many worlds, killing that nascent Divine Beast is nothing to worry about."

Yet, the Prince remained cautious, frowning as he said,

"Some of the people we sent have already died, these people are no longer of value, their death is inconsequential, but that Law Divine Beast was only born recently... to think it could achieve this is truly unexpected."

"Why don’t we go there now and kill it ourselves!"

The voice from the void rose again: "Fool, my power works across countless worlds, to appear before it would only expose us."

"So what should we do?" asked the Prince.

"Now, you go and do another task immediately."

"What is it?"

"Enter the sin prison, retrieve the weapon that suppressed the sin prison back in the days, with it, we would be truly invincible!"

"And what about this place? What about the task of hunting the Law Divine Beast?"

"Controlling those professionals is one of my most basic abilities—I have countless ways to ultimately kill that Divine Beast—so forget these matters and retrieve that suppressive weapon from the sin prison."

"Alright, I’ll do it now."

...

A man with long, pointed ears and a handsome appearance stood up, looked around, and found himself in complete darkness, unable to see anything.

What happened?

He had clearly been in the palace, discussing this year’s harvest of various fruits with the elders.

Why had he suddenly arrived in this unknown place?

The man was filled with doubt.

Suddenly, a memory flashed into his mind.

He remembered...

He had been summoned by an incredibly incredible and great existence.

From the moment it summoned him, he had lost his self and became its servant, coming to this strange world to help it eliminate its opponents.

But—

He had done nothing and just died.

He died in a game full of risks...

How ridiculous.

He, the king of the Elf Clan, met such an end.

The man was silently thinking when suddenly a voice came from not far away:

"Have you awakened?"

The man looked up to see a young man standing in the darkness ahead.

"I... should be dead," the man said.

"Yes, we’ve now figured out something—those of you who are professionals, only when you die does the power within you release you, leaving you for good," the young man said with a smile.

The man sighed deeply, dejectedly saying, "I never thought I would depart the world like this. Are you the Death God? Are you here to take me to the Death World?"

"Don’t rush, you are presently in the state of a Dead Soul, we can have a good talk," said the young man.

He continued to speak:

"Everyone calls me Little Wu, you can call me that too. I appeared here because I can communicate with Dead Souls like yours."

"Is there something you would like to ask me?" asked the man.

"Yes, you now have a choice."

"What choice?"

"Let me guess—the great being that controlled you definitely has many methods I don’t understand, honestly, I don’t have any confidence to face it, especially since even someone like you, the king of elves, was easily made its servant," Wu Xiaode said.

"Absolutely correct, it called my true name, and I immediately submitted to it, it’s truly despairing," the man sighed.

As he spoke, Wu Xiaode glanced at the Book of the Dead.

The pages displayed two lines in small ice crystal letters:

"The target is a pure Dead Soul, free from any other impurities and magic."

"—The dead have no value."

Wu Xiaode relaxed and said to the man across from him:

"Now you have two choices, one is to just die and then report to the Death Realm;"

"Your second choice is to come back to life, stand by my side, and seek an opportunity for revenge."

The man thought for a few moments and then shook his head,

"It’s useless, it’s too strong, it can control everything about me just by calling me—so all I can do is die—"

"At least then I won’t be used by it again."

Wu Xiaode silently nodded.

Indeed, as the king of the Elf Clan, he saw the essence of the problem right away.

"You’re right, it just has to call your true name to completely control you, but what if it doesn’t know who you are?" Wu Xiaode said.

The man looked puzzled; "What do you mean—"

Wu Xiaode explained: "As you see, the world I’ve set actually has a very important main attribute, anyone can guess it once they see it, it’s ’game’."

"Yes, the world you’ve set is indeed ’game’," the man agreed.

"When a world is set as ’game’, at its end stages, it generally has three necessary nodes, do you know what they are?" Wu Xiaode asked.

The man thought for a moment and said, "They should be ’pass’, ’defeat’, ’try again’."

"Completely correct, worthy of the title king of elves."

Wu Xiaode clapped his hands, casually tossing a coin into the air.

The coin flew through the long Dark Void, slowly landing in front of the man, who grabbed it firmly with his hand.

"If you wish to die, it’s ’defeat’, I won’t stop you."

"But if you want revenge, just toss the coin into the Void once."

"This world being set as a game carries the attribute of ’try again’, it’s on me, and now I give it to you."

"If you decide to fight again, then your identity will change, and you must completely follow my commands—"

"Otherwise, you will be eradicated."

"Please think carefully, then make your decision."

Wu Xiaode slowly disappeared into the darkness.

Only the Elf King stood silently in place.

He looked at the coin in his hand, pondered for a long while, and suddenly a fury flared in his eyes.

"I, the king of the Elf Clan, have been captured as a servant, my consciousness erased, toiling for others, how could I not avenge such disgrace!"

"If I can have revenge..."

He stretched out two slender fingers and flicked the coin into the Void.

Ding!

A slight sound.

In an instant, a spotlight burst out from the darkness, shining directly on him.

Explosive and rousing electronic music followed.

Amidst countless cheers, a deep male voice crazily shouted:

"Continue!!!"

A note filled with tiny letters popped out, floating in front of the King of Elves.

"To guard against the enemy’s countermeasures..."

He scrutinized the tiny letters, murmuring softly, and quickly read through all the contents.

Soon after.

A chest appeared in front of him, which, upon opening, revealed a set of neat armor and weapons.

The King of Elves put on the Battle Armor, grasped the crescent blade, and then donned his mask, concealing his appearance.

"I am ready,"

he said.

—After putting on the mask, even his voice seemed to have changed.

The surrounding darkness gradually receded.

The King of Elves found himself standing inside a magnificent palace.

The hall was filled with various treasures.

—These treasures were not real treasures, but in this game, they could be considered treasures.

The door slowly opened.

A few professionals walked in.

"Excuse me, are you the quartermaster of the City Defense Army?" one of them asked cautiously.

—The King of Elves, after reading the note, knew exactly what he should do.

"Hmph, a wanderer like you isn’t worthy of speaking to me,"

the King of Elves disdainfully said.

The professionals were all taken aback.

One of them said, "Your Highness, we are here to donate supplies and money to the military."

"Ah, welcome, mighty heroes, what do you wish to donate? Soul Power? Wishes? Merit? Or treasures?" the King of Elves immediately switched to a respectful tone.

"I’d like to see what good items the military has first," another professional said.

"Feel free to look around, there might be something you want, but I must remind you, only heroes who are extremely close to our City Defense Army and have high prestige within our ranks can obtain our equipment," the King of Elves said.

The professionals nodded silently.

Prestige—

Many games have this feature.

With high prestige, one can obtain exclusive high-quality equipment from certain factions in the game.

Each of them went their separate ways, exploring amongst the armor, weapons, gemstones, Skill Books, and summoning items for warhorses.

One of the professionals whispered:

"The items here are of fine quality, several grades higher than the rewards from doing quests outside."

Another professional also said, "Everyone, keep this confidential, we need to hurry up and boost our prestige here."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

"But I barely have any Soul Power left," another professional lamented.

"No way, I remember your Soul Power being the highest among us," his companion exclaimed in surprise.

The professional snapped his fingers.

A row of cool, awesome, and badass colored letters appeared above his head:

"Number One Summoner, Supreme 999 VIP, Big Brother."

The others, seeing this title, couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration.

"Highest level VIP! How much Soul Power did you spend!" the companion said, not without envy.

"But now I’m not as quick as you guys," Big Brother sighed and said, "I can’t handle the quests here anymore, it seems you will get better equipment than me.

His companions were initially a bit envious, but then they realized.

Right.

His Soul Power and money were all spent, now it was their turn to shine!

The group, while pretentiously consoling him, approached the "quartermaster" and began paying their Soul Power and money to refresh their prestige.

Finally.

When everyone’s prestige went from "ordinary" to "familiar," the quartermaster indeed said:

"Please go outside the city and help us, the City Defense Army, repel the bandit invasion. Upon success, you may choose one piece of our exclusive City Defense Army equipment."

"Okay!"

That was the moment everyone was waiting for; they immediately agreed and swiftly left the hall, heading outside the city.

—Leaving only Big Brother alone in the grand hall.

"Friend, why are you here by yourself?" the quartermaster asked, looking at him.

Big Brother gave a wry smile and said, "I probably can’t afford to donate any military supplies, and I can’t accept that mission either. Looks like I’m getting left behind this time."

"No, with such a great title, I can tell that your strength far surpasses the ordinary," the quartermaster said.

Big Brother’s spirits lifted.

The way he said it, it seemed to carry a different, deeper meaning.

Could it be... that his super VIP status had triggered some special plot?

"Do you see any way I could be of use?" he asked respectfully.

"Of course, for a master like you, how could we train you as a mere professional? I have a special mission here for you; take it, walk out, and have a look," the quartermaster handed him an envelope.

"Thank you for your generosity."

Big Brother took the envelope, bowed, and hurriedly left the grand hall to find a secluded corner to open the letter.

The letter read:

"Congratulations ’Big Brother’ on officially opening PVP mode."

"From now on, you can attack other professionals."

"Please increase your kill count to 500 within five hours."

"Complete this PVP mission, and your City Defense Army prestige will be elevated to ’Adored by Thousands,’ and you will receive a mysterious exclusive title, mount, and weapon."

Big Brother scanned the letter and felt his blood boiling.

"The people I’ve killed... are far more than 500!"

A cruel smile appeared on his lips.

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