The battle raged overhead as the two brothers, drunk and hazy, stumbled forward, arms around each other's shoulders, each holding a bottle of liquor, swaying with every step.
"I suggest you name your daughter Isla when she's born. What do you think?" Orson said.
"How do you know I'm having a daughter? Whatever, it's up to you!"
Bradley chuckled stupidly, swaying back and forth. "Orson's her godfather, godpa, money... hic... money bag."
Orson froze for a moment. "What the hell, money bag? You know how broke I am right now?"
"I know, I know."
Bradley, a bit tipsy, pushed his way through the crowd. "Move aside, let me see what's going on with Money Traveler!"
"Get the hell out of the way... huh? Money Traveler! Godslayer's strongest solo warrior!"
As soon as players heard the name "Money Traveler," countless eyes were drawn to his handsome face.
"He's got an NPC slave with him, is the Godslayer guild finally going to take action against the Golden Dragon Knight?" someone exclaimed.
Standing next to him, "Orsix" scratched his head. "…Here I am, acting as a godfather, but I'm just a lackey?"
"Move! Everybody, get the hell out of the way!"
A string of curses echoed through the crowd.
"These guys are really bold! They've never run into a tough opponent, a bunch of idiots!"
Dozens of high-level players shoved through the crowd, bumping into others. Some solo players who couldn't avoid them were bullied and threatened.
But faced with a giant like Hellfire Guild, the solo players dared not speak out. Otherwise, they wouldn't even be able to farm monsters anymore.
Hellfire Guild members looked menacing, their mood at rock bottom after everything they had planned came to such an unfortunate end.
Magical Fiancée: "No need to get angry over an impossible dungeon. Even if Orgod came personally, it would still be a dead end."
Hellfire Man: "Orgod? He's nothing! He never met me back in the early days of the game, or else he would've never gotten any traction!"
Magical Fiancée smiled and agreed. Hellfire Man had a lot of money, so it was natural to flatter him for the benefits.
"Huh? Orson's cussing you out," Bradley said, turning around, pointing at Hellfire Man.
"Asshole, slave..."
Orson's expression darkened. After just six days in the secret realm, his reputation had dropped to this level?
"Hey, what's up with that ugly warrior over there?" Bradley yelled out loudly, and the surrounding players froze.
Damn! How bold, calling Hellfire Man ugly to his face?
But Hellfire Man was indeed wearing a monstrous demon helmet, a level 40 legendary armor, so there wasn't much to argue about.
"You little shit, you—"
Hellfire Man turned around, ready to curse back, but Magical Fiancée quickly changed expression and whispered, "He's the vice president of Godslayer."
"Money Traveler? Doesn't even have a spot on the leaderboard and dares to call himself the strongest solo warrior?" Hellfire Man's expression shifted slightly, eyeing Bradley up and down.
"What's wrong? Not happy? Come at me, then."
Bradley grinned and stood right in front of Hellfire Guild's members, not even flinching at all.
"Nice to finally meet you, Money Traveler. I'm the leader of Glory Seekers," Magical Fiancée said lightly, privately messaging Hellfire Man to stay calm.
However, Hellfire Man wasn't one to back down. The Hellfire Guild players surrounded Orson and Bradley, clearly ready to make a move right there in the city.
"Don't know you. Move aside," Bradley said coldly, while Magical Fiancée awkwardly forced a smile.
"Money Traveler is truly something else, not the least bit intimidated by a monster mage like Magical Fiancée!"
"Even though two big guilds are here, if they touch Money Traveler, they might face the wrath of the Triple Crown winner."
The onlookers gasped. Glory Seekers was one of the top guilds, comparable to Moonlight Guild and The King Family, and their leader was a force to be reckoned with on the leaderboard.
But in front of Money Traveler, even they had no face to save.
Everyone knew that as long as Celestial Fortress was in Godslayer's hands, no few top guilds could shake their position in the US region.
Not to mention, even Light Dragon Empire would have to think twice before challenging them.
"This is getting boring, isn't it? Money Traveler, I'm giving you face only because of Orgod," Magical Fiancée frowned and said.
Bradley laughed.
What a coincidence!
It was precisely because of that old man behind him that he dared to act so arrogantly.
Activating kill mode, the LD quickly turned red.
"Come at me, hurry up." Bradley grinned and showed a creepy smile, almost like he wore the words "seek abuse" on his face.
Orson shrugged helplessly, looking at Bradley's annoying expression, almost wanting to kick him to death.
"Do you really think I'm afraid of you? You're just Orgod's little errand boy. Who the hell do you think you are?" Hellfire Man cursed, drawing his massive two-handed sword.
Orson furrowed his brows. If the other side just gave him a direct greeting, with his thick skin, it wouldn't even hurt.
But what he couldn't stand was this kind of trash talk.
He considered the members of Godslayer his brothers, all fighting side by side, and didn't see them as lackeys at all.
Without these idiots who willingly put in the work, Orgod wouldn't have reached this height.
"Chop his head off and kick it like a ball, I give you permission," Orson said, frowning.
"Haha, that's exactly what I was waiting for!" Bradley laughed loudly, drawing his twin swords—light and dark—and it felt like the world was split into two.
"The slave spoke! No wonder he's a 60-level high-intelligence NPC slave!"
"Orsix... Empire Mage, that name sounds familiar."
Everyone was stunned.
Magical Fiancée's brow furrowed. Many players had already reached level 50, and battle permissions had been unlocked, so having NPCs assist in combat wasn't that rare.
But from what Money Traveler was doing, it seemed he was taking orders from an Empire Mage, which was unbelievable.
"You little lackey, you're asking for death!"
Hellfire Man was furious, swinging his massive two-handed sword and charging forward with the force of a beast.
Bradley's expression turned cold. He suddenly brought his hands together, and the two enchanted swords merged into one.
Clang!
Block!
The fusion of light and dark lasted less than half a second. Bradley quickly released the sword, and the dark blade accurately struck Hellfire Man's knee.
"Now that's a move!" Orson's eyes lit up as he marveled at Bradley's rapid progress.
Crippled hit -8000!
With a loud crash, Hellfire Man's lower leg was severed, and the crowd's expressions immediately changed.
"This is too brutal!"