MMORPG: War God, You are Invincible Again
Chapter 49 - 49 49 The Great Sweep Ends as We Embark on the Return Journey

49: Chapter 49: The Great Sweep Ends as We Embark on the Return Journey 49: Chapter 49: The Great Sweep Ends as We Embark on the Return Journey “Kids, we’ll be able to go back in two days!” Gong, the headmaster, returned to the Sharp Dagger Team’s temporary camp, excited, but was stunned as soon as he looked up.

My goodness, rotten fruit and stinky salted fish were piled up into a small hill.

Suddenly, the headmaster regretted suggesting to use his own Space Ring to pack these local specialties.

His ring was filled with treasures, and he feared that putting such garbage inside would sully the purity of his collection.

“Ah?

Headmaster, you’re back,” said Lu Hong, who was squatting next to the pile of trash, casually grabbing a Demon feces fruit and swallowing it whole.

“Hiss!” The headmaster took a sharp breath.

No wonder these people could survive so tenaciously in hell; they could eat such disgusting things without changing their facial expressions—they were tough!

“What’s wrong?” asked Lu Hong, seeing the headmaster’s sudden reverence and becoming very puzzled.

“Nothing, if you’re hungry, I still have some pastries here.

Don’t force yourself,” said the headmaster as he took out a pile of Tao Ji’s best-selling pastries from his Space Ring.

“Come on, everyone, put down what you’re doing and come have some,” the headmaster called out.

“You, you, quickly put down that disgusting fruit and come eat some pastries.

I also have some fine fruit wine here.”

But no matter how the headmaster called out, Lu Hong and the other Sharp Dagger Team members didn’t budge at all and continued to eat their rotten fruit and stinky salted fish with relish.

The headmaster’s heart ached again.

Just look at what this trip to hell had done; it even messed up these students’ sense of taste.

“Headmaster, those things of yours are not as delicious as these.

Why don’t you try some?” said Lock Fan, holding out a Demon feces fruit.

“No, no.

If you all enjoy it, that’s fine.

I don’t have a taste for it,” the headmaster quickly refused.

“I’m serious; it’s really delicious.

Just take one bite and all the so-called delicacies of the empire will pale in comparison,” insisted Lock Fan.

Under the expectant gaze of all the students, Gong nervously took the fruit that Lock Fan offered.

Fortunately, he had discovered them quite early.

If they stayed in hell for another half a month, who knows, his dear students might’ve mutated collectively.

“Eat it, don’t just look at it,” said Lu Hong, seeing the headmaster looking solemnly at the rotten fruit in his hand, knowing that he wouldn’t be willing to eat it.

Initially, when Lu Hong forced the Sharp Dagger Team to eat these fruits, it took a lot of effort.

To make Lock Fan eat the fruit, he had nearly beaten him to a pulp.

“Eat it, really.

I’m not lying to you, headmaster.

We felt the same as you at first and didn’t dare to eat it.

But just try one bite, I guarantee you’ll absolutely fall in love with it.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’re really not lying to you, Headmaster!”

Delicious food is always willing to be shared, and the students of the Sharp Dagger Team urged one after another.

For sure, it was these fruits that caused the mutation in his students!

The headmaster was convinced of this in his heart and put the fruit into the Space Ring, saying, “Such delicious stuff, I’ll save it properly.” After returning, I must have the Alchemist analyze it thoroughly; I’m going to save the students from this strange ailment!

“Eat, I dare you!” Lock Fan took advantage of the headmaster’s inattention and shoved the rotten fruit into his mouth.

“You sneak attack…,” the headmaster exclaimed in shock.

Could this be a channel for Devil possession?

Had my students been controlled by Devils?

These fruits must be a means for Hell Demons to control people!

Thinking this, the headmaster quickly summoned his surging Magic Power like crazy and wrapped it around the rotten fruit in his mouth.

Hm?

It’s so sweet!

However, the next second, the headmaster gave up resisting; it was a unique delicacy that instantly entranced him.

“I remember the runs under the setting sun, that was my vanished youth~” The headmaster swallowed the fruit completely, letting out a sigh of satisfaction.

“How about it?

Headmaster, I didn’t lie to you, did I?” said Lu Hong, looking at the headmaster’s contented expression, knowing another die-hard fan had appeared.

“Yep, yep, yep, how can this thing be so delicious?” The headmaster took out the rotten fruit that he had stored in the Space Ring and began eating it heartily.

“Delicious!” Since he could be nicknamed ‘Fatty,’ Gong Xiaochuan naturally had a special fondness for food.

Looking again at that pile of small hills, Headmaster Gong’s thoughts had greatly changed: “I have made arrangements with the other three headmasters.

We will gather and leave hell in two days.

The fruits you have collected won’t be enough for a few months.

Let’s go collect some more, shall we?”

“Of course, no problem.

However, we’ve already collected all the fruits nearby.

Headmaster, take us to a farther place to collect,” Lock Fan and the others agreed, raising both hands.

“No problem, no problem at all.

Let’s set out right now,” said the headmaster, taking a dozen fruits from the small hill and starting to eat them happily in his arms.

“Collecting fruits is very slow.

Since the headmaster is willing to help, we might as well ask the headmaster to sweep the Devil tribes in hell instead.

They hoard such fruits for food, and in that way, we’d collect much faster,” Lu Hong suggested.

“Right, right.

What a thoughtful idea, Brother Tu!

I can do it alone; you all just wait here.

I’ll go right now,” the headmaster was attracted by Lu Hong’s suggestion.

A low-level Devil tribe was nothing but an easy target, and thinking of the fruits hoarded by each Devil tribe, our headmaster couldn’t wait to set off.

“Hey!

Remember, not only the fruits, but those stinky fish are delicious too.

You’ll know once you try grilling one!” Lu Hong shouted after the headmaster, who was leaving in a hurry.

When the headmaster had completely gone, Lu Hong turned to Lock Fan and said, “How’s that?

I told you.

Once the headmaster eats the fruit, he’ll willingly go gather the specialties for us.”

“Right, right, Brother Tu is clever and mighty!” Lock Fan and the other Sharp Dagger Team students praised him unanimously.

“Stay calm, stay calm; don’t blow it out of proportion.”

“But what if the headmaster hoards all the fruits for himself?” At this moment, a concerned thief spoke up.

“…” Upon hearing this student’s question, everyone fell silent.

Indeed, after the dean fell in love with this kind of fruit, would he share any with them?

“This matter, this matter we’ll discuss later, discuss later,” Lu Hong said with an embarrassed smile.

He hadn’t really thought that far ahead.

Worst case scenario, they could go back and force the chancellor to split the spoils, right?

And so, deep within this hellish plane, a fat man was rampaging through hordes of Demon tribes at an alarming rate.

He did nothing else but burst into their storerooms and kidnap their food.

“Come down and fight me one-on-one if you dare!”

“Thief!”

“That’s our winter food supply!”

“My dowry!

Give it back to me!

Leave my dowry behind!”

…

The fat man found killing Demons too time-consuming and found it more convenient to just kidnap the fruits directly.

Thus, his entire family was cursed by Demons who knows how many times.

Of course, as a member of an intelligent race that worships the Heavenly God, he just ran fast and didn’t care about the curses he couldn’t hear.

“Boss!

Look at this, it’s infuriating, how can humans be so wicked, not even leaving a bite to eat?” A high-level Demon, seeing what the fat man did through the eyes of a Demon, immediately exploded with rage.

Though they themselves had never tasted the rotten fruits, isn’t it pitiable that their species’ low-level Demons had to resort to eating such disgusting trash?

This detestable fat man, he had even cruelly plundered the barely edible food supply!

How black-hearted could they be!

It was downright malevolent!

Even the notoriously most malicious Heart-eating Banshee felt ashamed in the face of the fat man’s deeds and humbly bowed her proud head, “I…

I couldn’t bring myself to do such a thing.”

The Heart-eating Banshee’s declaration further solidified the humans’ ruthlessness.

“Brothers!

Hold back!

Save your anger, and when the human army enters Hell, I swear I’ll slaughter them all!” The Demon boss roared again.

“Slaughter them!”

“Slaughter them!”

“Slaughter them!”

And just like that, after the older generation, Gong Xiaochuan gave the Great Clans’ Allied Forces another undeniable reason to die.

Two days whizzed by, and the fat man, in order to hoard more of Hell’s specialties, even painfully discarded many of his treasures.

He had wanted to borrow a Space Ring from the other three deans, but they were naturally reluctant, so he had to take drastic measures.

For food, it was worth it!

And Lu Hong gathered members of the task force to collectively force the fat man’s hand, engaging him in a bitter verbal battle before they reluctantly obtained a third of the ownership rights to the rotten fruits and stinky fish inside the Space Ring.

“Eh?

Gong Xiaochuan, why do you look unhappy?” Ms.

Hill asked, puzzled to see the fat man in a gloom, especially since they were about to leave Hell and had also managed to save a group of students, which should be cause for celebration.

“Nothing much, just feeling genuinely unhappy,” Gong Xiaochuan didn’t want to reveal anything about the rotten fruits.

If the other three deans found out, they might threaten him to give up a portion of the fruit—that would be like taking his life.

“Alright, let’s prepare to cast the spell,” The old mage verified the number of students and took out a scroll from the Space Ring, “This is an interdimensional scroll, it can be used three times, but do we need to set the coordinates for this low-level plane on it?”

“I think not, only a ghost would want to come back to a place like this,” Mrs.

Xaba said, “Just activate the scroll and take us home.”

Hill also agreed, but at that moment, the fat man had a different idea.

As long as he could mark the coordinates here, he would have a chance to come back.

“Old mage, can you sell me this scroll?”

“What for?”

“Come on, we’re old friends, give me a break,” the fat man thought, mentally calculating his gains.

“But this scroll…it only has two uses left, one for this return trip, then just one final time.

Are you sure you want it?” The old mage hesitated to ask.

“Yes, yes, of course!” The fat man nodded eagerly.

“Then I’ll sell it for the original price, one hundred thousand Gold Coins,” the old mage stated his price firmly.

“One hundred thousand Gold?!” The fat man could hardly stop himself from cursing.

There was only one use left, and still the old mage expected full payment?

The old mage was really fleecing him!

“Take it or leave it,” The old mage said, although he didn’t know what the fat man was planning, he wasn’t going to sell himself short.

The single use of the scroll was probably worth no more than twenty thousand Gold, after all, as it could only set one last coordinate, so its value was not as great as before.

The old mage figured, whatever little scheme the fat man had, he would still profit the eighty thousand Gold, effectively capitalizing on the fat man’s hidden agenda.

“Fine!” The fat man grimaced as he signed an IOU, thinking to himself, once out of Hell, wait and see—I’ll make you all fall in love with this fruit and then hike up the price.

Old mage, you’ll be coughing up every last Gold Coin then!

Seeing that the fat man had signed the IOU, the old mage handed over the scroll, “Here, it’s yours now.

You can conduct the activation.”

“Okay, okay, okay,” the fat man joyously took the scroll and quickly began to set the coordinates for Hell.

Soon, the coordinates for Hell were set.

The four deans pooled their magic power into the scroll, and it trembled slightly before turning into a stream of light that tore through the space in front of them, creating a portal.

“Everyone, through the portal!” At the dean’s command, the surviving students of Hell finally embarked on their journey home.

Let’s take a closer look at interdimensional teleportation: usually, space teleportation requires coordinate positioning.

Although many Third Transition space Mages can freely traverse most planes, they must obtain local coordinates, and Hell is a place where humans have almost never been.

Therefore, even if the eight great families have several Third Transition space Mages, they couldn’t come over.

However, once you enter Hell and obtain its coordinates, it’s easy to return.

The four deans used the scroll’s power to set their world’s coordinates and crossed back from Hell.

And now, our Gong Xiaochuan has also set Hell’s coordinates, meaning he can re-enter Hell anytime he wants in the future, of course, landing back here.