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33: Chapter 33: Game of Thrones 33: Chapter 33: Game of Thrones Looking at the number, it was the Black Shadow who was calling.

The Black Shadow was the gnome rogue who had always been cooperating with Mo Fei to launder the equipment; the two were old acquaintances, having worked together often even before World of Sky appeared.

This time, there was no need to ask; he was definitely eyeing the batch of equipment Mo Fei had on hand.

“Dragon Bro, are you there!”

“I am, what’s up?”

“Are you selling that batch of equipment?”

“Selling, of course, still the same old rules.

I’ll put them in the chest in the dungeon’s hidden room, the monster’s patrol route stays the same.

After the sale, we’ll split the profit ninety-one, this time there’s a lot of purple equipment, should make a hefty profit.

But forget about those two pieces of plot equipment; I need them for something.”

“Don’t be like that, someone wants to pay one and a half million for the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword and one million for the Flame Demon Lord’s Staff; it’s a big deal, think about it.”

Mo Fei thought to himself, two hundred fifty thousand for two pieces of plot equipment, damn, this is treating me like an idiot.

And they could even name the weapons, definitely an insider; might even be those two unlucky hero players.

“Tell him to get lost, don’t even bother with offers below five million.”

These were plot equipment, after all.

The most powerful aspect of plot equipment is their replicability.

As long as he put these two weapons into his loot pool, every time he was defeated by adventurers, there would be a chance to drop copies of the same equipment.

Although the knockoffs would be significantly weaker compared to the originals, those were legendary weapons, nonetheless.

In this game, the most profitable strategy for boss players isn’t actually from killing adventurers for their loot, but from selling dungeon keys for rigging matches.

Adventurers would buy the keys and then be let through with little resistance; just by selling keys, he could make a killing.

Of course, the precondition for doing this is to have good loot; otherwise, after screwing them over once and only dropping blue and green equipment, adventurers would definitely not be happy.

Keys to a junk boss wouldn’t sell for much.

Being a World Boss himself, with a legendary equipment drop rate of a whopping 15%, he just needed to toss these plot weapons into the pool, making his dungeon key as coveted as ever.

Selling a key for a hundred thousand wouldn’t be expensive, right?

After all, as long as it wasn’t a plot-induced death, he could revive any number of times.

Though dying even once would cost quite a few spoils points, when compared to the income, it was practically negligible.

Moreover, using plot weapons to generate loot would only consume 50% of the spoils points.

This way, he could save quite a bit.

Later on, when he was no longer a streamer, just selling dungeon keys alone could make him a tidy sum each year.

Mo Fei was feeling quite pleased with himself, as the sense of loss from the reality gap had noticeably diminished.

Little did he know, the figure of his manager suddenly appeared in the corridor ahead.

“Mo Fei, come here for a second, need to talk to you about something.”

Mo Fei sighed and followed.

The two entered the manager’s office.

The manager, without beating around the bush, got straight to the point.

“How about the contract renewal I mentioned last time?

What’s your decision?”

“Sorry, I’ve been a bit tired lately, planning to rest a bit after the contract ends.”

“Won’t you reconsider?

With your current popularity, the terms for renewing would definitely see a big improvement.”

“No thanks, I appreciate it, but I am indeed tired.”

Mo Fei declined again.

He thought the manager would get angry, or put on airs to scold him, pressuring or enticing him to renew the contract.

Mo Fei could almost predict every possible response.

However, the manager just nodded lightly after hearing him, “I see, sigh, then let it be, after all, we have to respect the wishes of our staff.

Go back then, have a good rest.”

What the heck, that’s it?

Just letting me go so easily?

Mo Fei felt there was something off.

How could it be so easy to just let him go?

Was he overestimating his own importance?

Maybe he wasn’t in such high demand after all?

No, that wasn’t it, he was the top guy in the Monster Zone, and having just advanced to a World Boss with the current popularity of World of Sky, how could the manager just let it slide?

Did he not want performance results?

There must be a trick here.

With suspicion in his heart, the manager looked at him, surprised, “Something else?”

“No, that’ll be all.

I’m off then, manager.”

“Off you go, off you go,” the manager waved him off.

Mo Fei then turned and left.

On the way home, his mind was still preoccupied with the issue, but unfortunately, as the party with less bargaining power, there wasn’t much he could do except be more cautious, not letting anyone catch him off guard, and being as careful as possible.

In the following days, the supervisor didn’t seem to cause any trouble for Mo Fei.

Even though Mo Fei felt uneasy, life had to go on.

So he continued livestreaming in the evenings and sometimes stayed in the game during the day, taking the opportunity to sell off that batch of equipment and making an income of over a hundred thousand.

The earnings from livestreaming World of Sky for a year were ten times more than what he’d made in the previous four years.

Taking into account the rewards and income from the game, he had made two to three million.

Although it couldn’t compare to the value of his account, the ever-increasing figures were still very exciting.

He was still staying at the Obsidian Sanctuary, waiting to attend the Black Dragon Lord’s meeting.

He planned to bond and engage in some personnel networking during the meeting, recruiting more followers to return with him to the Dark Dragon Nest, at least to make a show of strength for the 100-people dungeon.

This time, Mo Fei didn’t plan to keep opposing the Adventurers.

His character was already well-established, and farming Adventurers was no longer meaningful.

It was better to sell Dungeon Keys for money.

Therefore, the first few bosses didn’t need to be too strong; they just had to appear somewhat challenging.

As for heroes seeking to conquer him, Mo Fei was no longer very worried.

With his strength as a world-class boss, only Epic heroes would qualify to challenge him, and so far, it seemed that no Epic heroes had emerged among the players.

Regarding the NPCs, he wasn’t too concerned either.

Most well-known NPC heroes were bound by systemic plot constraints and wouldn’t act rashly.

If they did come, it would surely be tied to some in-game event or quest, creating a big commotion, which would allow him to prepare in advance.

Of course, to be on the safe side, Mo Fei still planned to recruit more black dragon whelps to patrol his territory; they would need to patrol non-stop around the dungeon 24 hours a day to ensure he could be well-prepared before any heroic players appeared.

If an Epic hero squad did come to target him, then he would simply flee in advance.

After days of waiting, all the Black Dragon Lords finally gathered.

The council of the Black Dragon Lords finally commenced, chaired by the Primordial Dragon Satarrio – brother of Nesario.

This elder of the Black Dragon Legion was not well-known among the masses as he had been stationed at the Obsidian Sanctuary for many years.

His fame was not on the same level as Nesario’s.

It was said that he had been injured in the Ancient War, which impacted his power, but after all, as a Primordial Dragon, he couldn’t be too weak.

The content of the meeting was the usual affair.

Everyone started by boasting, talking about the heroes they had killed that year, the towns they had destroyed, and the conspiracies they had plotted.

Then they began to plead poverty, talking about how many servants they’d lost, how many of their offspring had been slain, and called for the support of the Black Dragon Legion in terms of resources and military strength.

Lastly, and most importantly, they discussed how to demonstrate the strength and terror of the Black Dragon Legion to the world in the coming year, which forces to wage war against, and which city to inflict with a dragon calamity, and the like.

Mo Fei hardly interjected in the meeting, except for during the poverty-pleading segment where he performed quite dramatically since he was indeed in a dire situation – all his bosses had been wiped out, nearly all his minions were dead, and losses in plot battles were real casualties.

In comparison, some luckier Black Dragon Lords who had mostly interacted with Adventurers for the year only suffered financial losses and hardly any substantial weakening.

But having killed two Gold Tier heroes, his achievements were still impressive.

As a result, he successfully received a large number of minions allocated by the Black Dragon Legion: hundreds of black dragonkin, dozens of black dragon whelps, and two young black dragons.

These two on their own were somewhat underwhelming as bosses for a hundred-people dungeon, but combining them into a twin boss fight could work.

A dozen priests from the Dragon Worship Cult were delivered, but unfortunately, there were no boss-level characters among them.

Two Military Governors of the Dragon Race came too, just managing to fill the remaining two boss positions, though he wondered whether fighting two black dragonkin Military Governors in a row might seem too monotonous.

Mo Fei even received a batch of dragon eggs.

These items were solid currency, whether magically transformed into dragonkin or hatched into dragon whelps for notable combat strength.

If one was patient enough, playing the dragon hatchling nurturing game was also an option.

Although growth would be slow, once matured, they would possess the true power of the Dragon Race.

Mo Fei guessed that his request for reinforcements had proceeded so smoothly mainly because of his identity as an Ancient Black Dragon.

The Black Dragon Legion viewed dragonkind as creatures of great potential, and the power of an Ancient Black Dragon represented investment value.

Of course, these resources couldn’t be obtained for free; should the Legion send any missions his way, like devastating a Kingdom or ambushing a hero, he would need to contribute his effort.

After getting what he wanted, Mo Fei spoke less and less.

He had no interest in monster sieges, for with his current power, getting involved would surely put him under close scrutiny by heroes in the plot campaigns.

Furthermore, as a world-class rank one, he needed a staggering number of Plot Points to advance, and participating in plot campaigns for those few points seemed pointless.

There was also the risk of failing miserably – he wasn’t that foolish.

After fighting for so long, it was time to enjoy the fruit of his labors.

The Black Dragon Lords were no fools, each cunning and devious.

No one took the bait to initiate a dragon calamity; without Deathwing around, confidence in a safe retreat was lacking.

Charging in front was not an option, but following up to scavenge and pick up the pieces was acceptable.

So after several days of meetings, all the dragons were scheming and idling, but none took on the responsibility.

This made Satarrio exclaim in exasperation that the dragon’s spirit was scattered, and the team was hard to manage.

Mo Fei found jostling with Black Dragon Lords who had lived for thousands, even tens of thousands, of years, while also showing off his political savvy and the demeanor of the strong for his livestream audience, to be more exhausting than partaking in plot battles.

Thankfully, there was the consolation of Onyxia’s company, taking pleasure amidst the hardships.

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