[Event Alert] MONSTER CATACLYSM: Incoming in 1 hour. Get to a safe zone or die trying!
[Loot Notice] All event drops are UNBOUND. If you're killed, you'll drop any loot you picked up.
[Global Announcement…]
As soon as Orson logged into the game, a flashing event notification popped up on his interface.
The entire player base was already gearing up. For most, this was a golden opportunity—an XP and loot bonanza waiting to be exploited.
[World Chat]
Reckless Time: Wait, unbound loot? That's wild! If I grab a legendary and dip, I'm set for life!
CallMeDad: LMAO! Time to flood the battlefield with level 20 alts and rob the whales blind!
WornOutShoesKid: You morons better shut up. If the big guilds catch on, they'll wipe us before we even get close.
The world chat erupted like a stock market crash. Unbound loot meant that even broke, low-level scrubs had a shot at hitting the jackpot. Just being fast and lucky was enough to get rich.
Iron Cavalry: Damn it! We were gonna pre-clear Purple Thunder Fortress, but now what? Are we just farming for freeloaders?!
Dancing Giant Boobs: I'm in Saint Maiden City, and it's already jammed. There's no way to clear the streets now—just forget it.
Ruby: Hehe, why stress? Just let my dear come over—one AOE, and they'll learn real quick.
"Work for free? Not in this lifetime! If anyone comes within 100 meters of me, they're dead!"
"Ruby's got the right idea. The boss's Infamy Level is already sky-high, what's a few more million casualties?"
The guild chat was in chaos, hyping up Ruby's idea.
[Guild Chat]
Orson: Stop it. I'm a peace-loving man, and you guys are actually suggesting I kill innocent players? My conscience wouldn't allow it.
Guild Chat:
"Conscience? LMAO, since when did our boss unlock that skill?"
"Gahaha! Bro really said 'peace-loving' with a straight face!"
Laughter erupted across the chat.
Orson sighed. They really saw him as some heartless villain. He glanced at the blood-red Infamy Level floating over his name and realized—yeah, there was no way to argue.
Orson: All squads, regroup at Celestial Fortress. We're not farming here.
Bradley: What's the plan, Orson?
Orson smirked. We're going to Dark Dragon Empire for some spawn camping.
The guild chat exploded with question marks. Most didn't understand his plan, but they quickly followed orders and teleported back to Celestial Fortress.
Meanwhile, Orson rode his Crimson Lizard King toward a small town called Dirsa, located within Purple Thunder Fortress' territory.
Thanks to his ties with Witch, the guards didn't immediately attack him despite his infamous red-name status.
Despite being a small town, Dirsa was packed with over 10,000 players prepping for the event. The prime defensive spots in major cities had long been claimed by top guilds.
"No way… that's a massive black dragon!"
"Omg! Leader, I'm leaving the party. How the hell is Orgod here? There's no way we can farm properly in this town!"
A colossal shadow loomed over the town as the Crimson Lizard King landed, its massive body dwarfing the nearby buildings.
The crowd froze. Even high-ranking squad leaders looked pale.
Competing against Orgod? They'd rather log out.
"Orgod, that's straight-up bullying!" A high-level warrior grimaced.
Orson smiled. "Just pretend I'm not here."
Pretend? The hell were they supposed to do, close their eyes and pray?
Meanwhile, Orson stood outside a building and sent a private message.
"I'm here. Hurry up, Mr. Carter."
Moments later, a level 20 archer stepped out the door.
"Huff... So that's the legendary Ancient Phantom Beast?" The archer stared at the Crimson Lizard King, sucking in a sharp breath.
Orson gave him an exasperated look. "Do I need to prove my identity again?"
US-Economy7: Hold up, initiate a trade. The trade window doesn't show fake IDs, and this deal is too big to mess up.
The archer wasn't just any random player—he was Mr. Carter, a high-ranking U.S. government official.
And yet, in-game, he looked like a broke NPC. Cheap gear, a generic username—this guy blended in so well that if Orson weren't expecting him, he might have thought he was just another lowbie.
Orson smirked at his bland username. "Don't tell me… you got scammed before?"
"Ridiculous! I would never fall for something like that," Mr. Carter scoffed.
His tone wasn't exactly confident. Given that he'd been funding the Radiant Shuttle project for a while, he'd probably been conned by veteran thieves more than once.
As for why they weren't just using direct bank transfers? Simple. Government finances were a bureaucratic nightmare. A single transaction could take anywhere from three months to half a year.
Mr. Carter: The digital contract is sent. Take care of the funds—if you die and drop them, we won't cover your losses…
He glanced at the players standing hundreds of meters away, then chuckled. "Though, I guess the real concern is them surviving you."
A system notification popped up.
[Transaction Complete: 10,000,000 Gold Secured!]
Orson smirked.
Funny how life works.
Back then, he couldn't even scrape together enough for his sister's hospital bills.
Now? He had government suits moving billions like it was chump change.
With the transaction complete, Orson mounted his Crimson Lizard King and soared toward the nearest teleportation point, leaving stunned players in his wake.
"Madman, are the materials ready?"
Madman: Holy shit! You actually got the money?!
Dancing Giant Boobs: We pulled together an extra 700,000! Everyone chipped in—we've got nearly a million gold saved up!
Orson felt a rare wave of warmth.
These guys had pooled every last coin they had to help fix the Celestial Fortress.
Guild members could donate Reputation Points to unlock special buffs—things like temporary XP boosts, HP bonuses, and increased attack power.
Upon reaching Celestial Fortress, Orson entered the Power Core Chamber. Towering gears and transmission devices stood silently in place.
"At your service!"
The NPC Darkbo greeted him as a dozen teleportation coordinates appeared in his vision—each one leading to a known territory.
Orson checked the cost and winced.
"Damn… this is insane."
Celestial Fortress had two movement options:
Direct Teleportation: 10,000 gold per jump. Flight Mode: 1,000 gold per hour, moving at the same speed as the Crimson Lizard King.
Either way, keeping this beast in the air was going to bleed the guild treasury.
Orgod: All squads, sound off! Next stop—Dark Dragon Empire!
Iron Cavalry: 1111!
Raven: 1.
The guild chat exploded with hype as Celestial Fortress began to move.
A system notification rang out:
[Orgod has contributed 9,000,000 gold to the guild treasury!]
[Orgod has contributed 300,000 Reputation Points!]
[Celestial Fortress is undergoing repairs. Please wait.]