Bradley: "All members who need a contract to sell your soul, come to the base. You have ten minutes to get here, no late arrivals!"
Dancing Giant Boobs: "For those who've reached level 30, come here to receive your Life Fruit."
Nightshade: "Please, don't come to the first layer of the maze! You're seriously affecting my planting."
Madman: "I swear to you all! If any assassin team member isn't at level 30, you can get lost!"
The grind never ends.
Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, four days had gone by.
The dungeons around Purple Thunder Fortress had been completed for the first time by Bradley and the others, with massive loot, skill books, experience, and Soul Seals collected.
Coupled with Orson's relentless grind, the guild warehouse was filled to the brim with spoils—high-quality blue gear in the 20-30 level range, Soul Seals of the Spirit class, which had all gone from being a luxury to the basic equipment for every guild member.
Once the soul contracts were signed, the 300 main combat members immediately received a full set of 30-level 3x3 purple gear, while a select few like the top ten non-heroic players received Lord-Class Soul Seals.
At the current market price in Infinite Dimensions, these pieces of equipment could easily fetch 7,000 to 10,000 gold coins, with the Soul Seals' worth being immeasurable.
Bradley, Madman, and Stewart reached levels 32 to 35.
Ruby, with Bradley and the others' help, successfully obtained the S-class hidden class Warrior of Tyranny, becoming a little loli wielding a giant blade, full of fury.
During this time, with life players continuously leveling up in Orson's grind zones, their overall speed for leveling, material collection, and crafting far outpaced other guilds.
The Bone Dragon Stronghold had been upgraded to Silver level, its population cap reaching 800, and with the Celestial Fortress adding another 300, the guild's population cap reached a total of 1,100 people.
The number of active members in the guild had surpassed 1,000.
This was all thanks to Orson's strategic moves and the elite troops he had gathered; otherwise, the guild would have never had enough spots.
Meanwhile, they received at least 5,000 new player applications every day, many from elite players switching from other top guilds.
Iron Cavalry: "Sorry, I've been eyeing this armor for a while, and my soul contract has already been submitted, so it's mine now!"
In the guild warehouse, a 30-level legendary armor set, Philos' King's Iron Guard, logged off.
The Red-Haired Charging Monster: "What the hell? You want the anti-magic shield AND the legendary armor? Are you this greedy?"
Holy Knight's Oath: "Money Traveler, look at him, does he even have any shame?"
Frost Saint: "I've been eyeing that armor for three days! Do you know how hard it's been to get here? And he just gets it because he won in a duel where I was half dead?"
Iron Cavalry stood at the entrance to the Bone Dragon point, striking a pose, holding a 10th-level anti-magic rebound shield, and wearing the legendary gold armor and helmet, exuding an imposing aura.
The high-ranking knights in the guild were furious, complaining that Iron Cavalry was a selfish person, always eyeing the best equipment without doing any real work.
The most annoying part? Iron Cavalry was clever as a fox.
According to the guild's equipment distribution rules, if multiple players with matching professions and levels needed the same piece of equipment, a duel would determine who got it.
But with Iron Cavalry wielding an anti-magic shield, he was invincible in any knight duel, leaving the other knights with no chance to compete. Even top-tier players like Ride Donkey had repeatedly lost to him, and could only settle for second-rate equipment.
Iron Cavalry: "Is it my fault? Is it my fault?" He laughed maniacally, "It's not like I haven't been a punching bag in hard dungeons for Bradley!"
Ride Donkey: "I'm so mad! Money Traveler, you better explain yourself!"
The Red-Haired Charging Monster: "Exactly! We didn't get a fair chance! Why's this happening?"
Bradley: "Iron Cavalry submits his soul contract with the highest efficiency, the most frequency. You still can't beat him? Figure it out yourselves."
As soon as he said that, the room fell silent.
"Listen to that, Money Traveler is still the reasonable one!"
Iron Cavalry, who had always been at odds with Bradley, was now completely a loyal "warehouse manager" dog to Bradley.
"Are there people coming over already?" Orson, who had been watching the scene, received a message from Charles.
At the base battlefield, the ancient teleportation portal to the UJ district had been opened!
Orson raised an eyebrow and immediately made a call. "How many people are there?"
Charles replied, "I can't say for sure. Before opening the portal, DonutWizard and others had dispersed most of their members, and my people were among them."
"Good job with the secrecy. Looks like Wedge noticed that 007 is keeping an eye on them." Orson chuckled.
Meanwhile, Drunken Dream had recently been "growing closer" with Wedge.
Through a series of car and house gifts, Drunken Dream had managed to extract a lot of useful intel from Wedge.
The three major guilds in the UJ district—Asura, Thousand Hands, and Emperor Sky—would send A to S-class elite players to encircle Godslayer and weaken the guild's player base, level, and equipment before the NPC army launched its siege.
If the opportunity arose, they would coordinate with the SSR guild to take down the Celestial Fortress while Godslayer and the NPC army were locked in battle!
After hanging up, a hint of mockery appeared on Orson's face. "Elite player decapitation missions to weaken us? What a joke."
Can they weaken us?
"Still need to kill 1,500 more monsters to max out proficiency."
Orson, stationed at Pilgrimage Ancient Road, had already reached level 41, with 77% of the level completed. His Hunter rating had reached Gold level, and he had accumulated a terrifying 700 free attribute points.
His skill points had also reached 1,600, and he was fully prepared to max out two A-level spells!
He took a glance at his task list.
"Blacksmith Veijander's Forge: Delivery time, one hour remaining."
...
At the third base, near the ancient teleportation portal.
With a burst of radiant white light shooting up into the sky, numerous figures emerged from the teleportation portal.
Simultaneously, the translation system activated:
"At last, we meet—the U.S.'s top dual-sword Magic Warrior, Reaver-san!"
A man, cloaked in black mist, emerged. He carried two strange, demon-like swords, one long and one short. His eyes were sharp, exuding an aura of intimidation.
"I wouldn't dare claim to be the best. There are too many strong players in this district, I can only barely make it," Reaver responded with a wry smile.
The S-class Ghost Warrior, Kazuya Shimoji, stepped forward. He had once faced Reaver in the last Sword and Conquest international invitational, where Reaver barely won by a hair's breadth, earning Shimoji's respect.
"Hmm? This isn't like you."
Shimoji looked slightly surprised but quickly understood, giving a deep, knowing smile. "Is the trouble caused by the undefeated Sorcerer? I guess it's understandable that you fall short against him for now."
"Fall short?" Reaver's smile became even more bitter.
"Give me some time, I'll avenge you, Reaver!" DonutWizard grunted.
"Infinite Dimensions is going to give you time?" A woman with an ice crystal staff walked out from the UJ district team, her sharp gaze directed at DonutWizard.
"Do you have a problem with me, S-class Mystic Ice Saint?"
DonutWizard didn't hesitate and prepared to test the UJ district mage's strength.
Kawakita Saika gave a light smile, mocking, "You're growing, but so is he. I watched you struggle during the base battle. I saw everything clearly in the company's broadcast room."
"Flame Devouring Curse!"
DonutWizard wasn't about to waste words. He raised his staff and cast an A-level spell aimed to drain the enemy's mana.
To him, if these UJ district players couldn't take this hit, they had no reason to be here!
"Extermination Combo!"
Shimoji's eyes glinted, and his body transformed into flickering ghostly mist. His short blade lifted, and with three quick strikes, he pierced through DonutWizard's body.
Spell interrupted!
Critical Hit -4000!
Critical Hit -5000!
"Elemental Dissolution."
The devastating critical combo made DonutWizard's face change drastically. His health was rapidly draining, and he immediately used his life-saving skill, turning into an elemental form to avoid the fatal blow.
"So fast…"
Reaver's eyelids twitched. Even Annly, with her fast reaction time, couldn't counter in time.
And the final strike? Shimoji had clearly slowed his movement deliberately, otherwise, Annly wouldn't even have had time to use her life-saving skill.
With such a powerhouse joining the battle, maybe they could finally break Orson's undefeated myth!