492 Ao!

This was no longer a matter limited to the gaming circles. People of different occupations like entertainment all rushed into the game. Those who didn't like playing watched broadcasts. Game broadcasters were also going all out for the traffic. Anyone in the media knew how to attract the most attention in the shortest time possible.

However, this spotlight didn't seem to affect the efficiency of that "crazy point-sweeping demon" who was steadily rising up in the ranks of the game.

It was as if [AliveAfter500Years] was totally oblivious to the storm he had caused. He slayed monsters as nimbly as ever and continued visiting beast lairs in succession.

The game developers' shock and disbelief slowly gave way to self-doubt.

Did this commemorative map… have some sort of bug they were unaware of?

There were some entertainment media outlets that decided to interview [AliveAfter500Years] after he was done. Fang Zhao was just playing solo. This sort of exhausting and high intensity activity would make anyone tired.

However, as they waited and waited…

An hour passed. Then two hours…

Five hours…

Ten hours…

[AliveAfter500Years] maintained such a ferocious monster-slaying momentum. It seemed as if he never tired. His movements were still as perfect as ever. Not even the tiniest flaw could be found.

New gamers who watched for fun at the beginning felt their adoration begin to numb.

The masses who joined in to watch couldn't stay in their seats. This fellow was still killing and killing!

"This is the first time I have truly experienced what is known as the 'crazy point-sweeping demon'!"

"What a god indeed. This isn't something ordinary people like us can compare with. No wonder everyone in the gaming circles acknowledge Fang Zhao as 'Zhao God'."

"As expected from the brightest star in 'Battle of the Century'! Only one person has assumed the mantle of 'God' since the game started!"

"After observing his zeal in slaying monsters, I feel that Fang Zhao might really be giving up music and rejoining the gaming world! Rejoice!"

These weren't wild guesses. Everyone who watched [AliveAfter500Years] breathtakingly take down hordes of monsters continuously had the same idea.

"It's obvious he is someone passionate or addicted to gaming!"

"For sure! There's no way he isn't coming back!"

"It's such a great addiction. Retiring from gaming is impossible. There's no way he is quitting competitive gaming in this lifetime!"

Elsewhere.

Fang Zhao tidied up his score sheets and turned on his personal terminal. He switched off the "Do not disturb" mode just before he was about to get up.

The moment he turned off his "Do not disturb" mode, notifications and messages flooded in continuously.

Fang Zhao: ???

Fang Zhao raised an eyebrow. He had a bad feeling.

As he scanned through the news and messages, Fang Zhao's eyebrows jumped.

Even Old Master Mo Lang was among those who had sent him messages.

Normally, the old master didn't pay attention to the Esports scene. However, this incident was a big deal all over the Internet. Fang Zhao could create quite a ruckus with just the tiniest of activities, let alone such a "bloody carnage" in esports.

Old Master Mo couldn't keep calm when he saw everything that people were talking about.

At first, Old Master Mo was very unhappy when he heard that Fang Zhao had spent a long time gaming today.

How could he be playing games when he is supposed to be engrossed in art?!!

Is he having it too easy with too few assignments?

He can write a thesis after he is done with writing his scores!

Mo Lang's expectations of Fang Zhao were really high. Furthermore, Fang Zhao's attitude was satisfactory most of the time, so Mo Lang never imagined that Fang Zhao would give up music. Everything that happened today was quite a big blow to this old artist.

However, Mo Lang didn't immediately make a call to reprimand Fang Zhao. He was still willing to believe Fang Zhao. Thus, Old Master Mo pondered silently for a while. He felt that probably… maybe… Fang Zhao was very stressed recently and needed to vent a little in game?

Perhaps being the ambassador for a massive project with significant historical importance was a lot of pressure on Fang Zhao? Could it have made him unable to compose as usual?

The greater the reputation, the more attention. Fang Zhao was also under scrutiny and pressure from all areas.

With these thoughts, Mo Lang's anger subsided. Fang Zhao was young after all, so Mo Lang could understand.

Thus, Mo Lang sent Fang Zhao a message. He first showed some concern towards Fang Zhao's current psychological state and reminded him tactfully.

If you're stressed, gaming is fine. But don't become addicted. The focus must still be on music.

Fang Zhao: "…."

Sigh!

Fang Zhao sent a short reply to Old Master Mo. For the time being, Fang Zhao didn't bother with anybody else who had contacted him to find out about the situation. After a quick online search, he easily understood the cause and development of the matter.

Veins on his forehead started to bulge.

He walked out of the study and came to the door of Curly Hair's little room. Fang Zhao didn't have to open the door. He could tell what the situation inside was like just from the sounds.

That gamer dog donning the helmet was humming a tune and wagging his tail!

He was even humming because he was having too much fun killing monsters! He was totally delirious from joy!

Fang Zhao didn't know how his old friend Su Mu was like when training dogs so many years ago. But, right now, Fang Zhao was thinking of closing the door and beating the dog.

Just a few days of lax discipline, and he dared to hack the account!

Did he have too few assignments, or were the tests too easy?!

Did Curly Hair turn a deaf ear to everything he had said before??!

Fang Zhao closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths.

There was already too much attention online, and that dog was currently clearing a monster lair in game. A sudden disconnection at this time would be hotly discussed, and things would be harder to explain in the future.

Fang Zhao brought a chair over to the door and sat down.

While waiting, he thought about how best to conclude this affair.

And, how to make this dog learn his lesson!

A beating was necessary.

Punishing him by making him face the wall was necessary too.

The game console and personal terminal would have to be confiscated. And, it had to be taken away in front of his face! Everything had to be confiscated! Nothing but the learning console would remain!

When Yan Biao and Zuo Yu came over, they stopped in their tracks when they saw Fang Zhao's stiff face and felt the stifling atmosphere.

The two man salted fish squad didn't dare make any noise. They cushioned their footsteps and carefully glanced at Fang Zhao.

Fang Zhao inclined his head slightly, indicating for them to leave first.

Without saying a word, the two man salted fish squad left at once.

They ran all the way to a beach at the island's side and sat down on a rock. They turned to look at the house. They were already far enough, and any massive fight would probably not affect them if it were to happen.

"From Boss's expression, I reckon that there's going to be domestic violence," Zuo Yu said.

"Is beating up the dog considered domestic violence?" Yan Biao asked.

"Ehh… I don't think so. But it isn't maltreatment either."

Engrossed in the game and oblivious to the outside world, Curly Hair was having too much fun and lost track of the time.

Actually, he hadn't decided to play in such a manner originally.

Curly Hair's line of thought went:

The television seems to say that it is very interesting. Since Fang Zhao isn't here, I will just head online to take a little peek. Just a little peek!

A motorcycle! Fang Zhao probably wouldn't know if I secretly ride it for two minutes.

That monster looks delicious, let me kill it!

A bunch of trash dares to try to stop me!

I'll stop after clearing a beast lair!

This game is really fun! Awoo!!

Curly Hair continuously killed monsters online for twelve hours until the system reminder of "You have gamed for an excessive period" appeared. Only then did he reluctantly exit the game.

He was famished from killing monsters. He had been provided with plenty of food, but he hadn't been able to eat while gaming. He was famished.

Curly Hair squeezed the game helmet off of his head and happily trotted out of the room. However, when the door opened, he saw Fang Zhao seated at the doorway with an extremely solemn expression.

Curly Hair: "!!! Ao!!!"

He leapt up in shock.

Even his fur was standing from the fright.