Outside the Purple Thunder Fortress.
"Damn, such a huge red name, and acting so arrogantly? He dares to stroll in front of the guards? Doesn't he fear death?"
"Grab the loot! Quick! This red name is a big idiot!"
"Grab your own stuff, damn it… Don't you see that's Orson? If you want to die, don't drag me down with you!"
The surrounding players, who were grinding and hunting monsters, all gathered around.
It wasn't until someone recognized the red name as Orson that they quickly dispersed, running off at top speed!
There were countless warnings from the past proving that the man in front of them was an expert at baiting others into trouble.
If you stared at the food on his plate, he would flip the table and smash your bowl.
The video of Orson's massacre of the Thousand Hands Guild last night had already spread across the internet.
One of the top guilds in the UJ region was publicly humiliated and had been crushed by him, with an SS-level summoner directly turned into a traitor.
Who would dare provoke someone like that now?
"How ridiculous, last time I only had 2,000 criminal points and the guards chased me into the dungeon, yet they're doing nothing to him?"
"Damn it, what's this game? Isn't this cheating? Where the hell did he buy his hacks?"
A group of players were left confused, checking Orson's basic profile. His criminal points had surpassed 700,000, leaving them completely stunned.
What kind of heinous deeds must one have committed to accumulate such a high criminal score?
What was even stranger was the ambiguous attitude of the guards at the Purple Thunder Fortress gates. They were very cautious in their gaze toward Orson, but no NPC took any immediate action.
"Heretic, we don't welcome you here!" The head of the guards barked, trying to drive Orson away.
Orson gave a faint smile and said, "The city's barrier is already set up. Do you think this will stop me?"
"Adventurer, the Witch does not wish to meet you. Please leave," a deep voice boomed from within the city.
"Damn it! Is this crazy? Another poisonous rain? This city guardian is seriously sick!"
"It hurts... I'm not even here to watch, why is this happening?"
The purple raindrops began to fall, and hundreds of players started smoking as they cursed, every few days being inexplicably tormented by this.
With 2,000+ damage per second, the healing capabilities of priests were greatly reduced, forcing players to scatter in panic.
Orson knew that Crocodile Dragon wasn't trying to kill, just trying to drive the players away.
Otherwise, with the poison mist's power, these players would have turned into wandering souls in the blink of an eye.
Yeah, the old turtle just didn't want to lose face in front of the players.
Even though the city's barrier had been completed, Crocodile Dragon's methods were so overpowered that it couldn't be guaranteed to block Orson from meeting the Witch.
It turned out Crocodile Dragon had been right in his judgment.
The city barrier was indeed solid, but with 2 billion health, it couldn't compare to the monstrous strength of a Dragon King-level barrier.
With Berenice's space manipulation bug, Orson could easily steal the cornerstone of their barrier, it would just take a little time.
"You misunderstood, old turtle. I'm not asking her to meet me. I'm asking her to come and see me. Please understand the priorities," Orson chuckled lightly.
"You... arrogant!" Crocodile Dragon almost spat blood in anger. The poisonous mist turned into a toxic dragon, rushing toward Orson.
"Kill me once, and I'll slaughter your entire city." Orson's gaze turned cold as he gripped the Heavenfire Staff tightly.
"Step back."
A light command rang out, and the massive poisonous dragon quickly dispersed. A figure emerged from the purple mist.
It was none other than the true ruler of Purple Thunder Fortress, the Witch.
"I don't have much time. Let's make it quick. Why does your brother's pendant have the Divine Soul Essence that can unlock a Super God-grade Soul Seal?" Orson asked directly.
The sudden announcement of the Wind and Cloud Ranking had thrown off his plans, and when he went to find the Witch, she had been avoiding him.
Thus, he had to take measures to force the Witch out and ask the questions he needed answered.
"I know what you're asking. I saw in the prophecy that someone gave you three gifts. Now you want the second one, right?" The Witch said calmly.
Orson's eyes sharpened as he forced back the shock in his heart.
He hadn't expected the Witch to have seen the illusions he had witnessed in reality. This made him feel a chill run down his spine.
The "Prophet" setting in Infinite Dimensions was mysterious, and many players had studied it for years without understanding its rules.
Sometimes you could get a simple yet highly cost-effective quest from the Prophet.
Other times, completing a high-difficulty quest would only reward you with a few copper coins, leaving players puzzled.
A few lucky players had obtained Epic Rank or higher Soul Seals through the Prophet's guidance.
However, most just received common or lower-tier Soul Seals, which were essentially trash.
In the end, accepting a quest from the Prophet was essentially gambling with your life.
"Since you know, then give me the clue." Orson said coldly, clearly uncomfortable with the feeling of not being able to see through the Witch.
The Witch replied, "But you already have the second gift. Why are you still asking me?"
Orson froze for a moment. Despite the Witch wearing a red hood, he could feel that she was smiling—more precisely, she was secretly amused.
He had already obtained the second gift?
Orson quietly speculated on the meaning behind her words. According to the setting for the Heavenly Spirit's Right Eye, this was a Soul Seal that surpassed even God-grade.
At the same time, the task to obtain the other two Soul Seals was so difficult that it reached a suffocating "Legendary" difficulty.
So that's how it was... so easy to obtain.
"Interesting, are you playing a riddle game with me?"
Orson's expression changed, and his lips curled into a smile as he muttered to himself, "Alright then, if you're not going to explain clearly, I'll just think the Purple Thunder Fortress isn't well-decorated and I'll burn it down and rebuild it at my own convenience."
The Witch's face froze. After dealing with such a shameless adventurer, she had suffered before.
Who wouldn't be alarmed when someone tried to tear off your clothes and stare at your face on the first encounter?
Ding-dong—
"You have received a hidden quest clue about the Heavenly Spirit's Right Eye."
"Difficulty: Legendary."
Orson's eyes flashed with excitement as he grinned. "You should've been so cooperative from the start. As for whether I'll burn down your place... I'll think about it."
Crocodile Dragon: "Adventurer, your celebration is premature. I told you, you're not qualified yet."
Orson ignored the old turtle's words and opened the quest list to check.
"Quest clue location: Celestial Fortress Emperor's Palace."
"Required to complete the pre-requisite quest: Unlock the Emperor's Seal."
"Level requirement: 50."
Orson furrowed his brow. No wonder the Witch said he had already obtained the second gift.
It turned out the Super God-grade Soul Seal had always been hidden within the Celestial Fortress.
But as before, each key area of the Celestial Fortress required a specific level to explore.
Thus, his exploration of Celestial Fortress had been put on hold.
"Level 50 required... the fortress engine also needs level 50."
Orson was a bit stuck. His current level was 45, the highest in the world.
But every time he leveled up, the experience required for the next level increased by four times.
Even if he mindlessly grinded monsters, it would take at least 10 to 15 days to reach level 50.
Orson thought to himself, still feeling that something wasn't right.
In his past life, Usher controlled the Celestial Fortress, but even though he was the top player in the US, his Soul Seal was only at the God-level, not Super God-grade.
This meant that obtaining a Super God-grade Soul Seal came with even more difficult conditions or tasks.
Now, with the NPC army and player coalition preparing to launch an attack on Celestial Fortress, Orson knew the stakes were high.
If the Celestial Fortress was taken down, he would lose not just a flying fortress, but the Super God-grade Soul Seal. The loss would be unbearable.
"Wait a minute, there's a loophole here!"
"It doesn't say it must be a player to unlock the Emperor's Seal!"
Orson's eyes suddenly lit up as a bold plan formed in his mind.
"Want the Celestial Fortress, huh? I'll just give it to you!" Orson's
lips curled into a wicked smile, waiting for the pawns to fall into his trap.