Chapter 104 Intermission 26

Chapter 104 Intermission 26

Seeing the two players before his eyes both dissolve into white light, Yan Gui’ren’s expression shifted slightly. Suddenly, he turned around to look into the horizon, which was supposed to be empty.

There he was, a human shadow standing a few meters away.

The man was wearing a dark suit. He had brown hair, a handsome face, and sharp features. His body radiated an arrogance that could barely be suppressed.

"The God of War from Hell, we met again," Yan Gui’ren said.

"You should not have appeared before them to begin with," Simon replied.

"It was you who sent them away?" Yan Gui’ren asked.

Simon did not answer his question but continued to explain his point. "Whether you did this on purpose or otherwise, if I discover once more that you intend to reveal things that they shouldn’t know... they might not be the only ones who have to leave."

"Your real body is in a dimension higher than heaven, right?" Yan Gui’ren turned his head to avoid meeting the man’s gaze. "Like them, you are just a projection of yourself. In your current state, you wish to threaten me?"

"A stupid question." Simon also spoke like he was looking down on others. "My shadow will not be weaker than the shadow of the one who needed the Nascent Soul of the Holy Ghost to reincarnate."

"Is that so?" Yan Gui’ren turned back with a fearless face, armed with his signature halberd. The clash was imminent, between the God of War from Hell and the Warlord of the plighted world.

"He he... Please, there is no need for a fight when words are perfectly fine." A salacious laugh broke up the tension, and a man in a black suit appeared between the two. Woody pushed on his glasses, which were glowing, and said with a smile, "Master Yan, you have to understand that, he he he... we have an official job to do."

As Woody appeared, Yan Gui’ren stopped talking. He turned around and walked away like he refused to continue this conversation.

After he left, Woody smiled. "Simon, you are the judge. You can’t show up anywhere you want simply because you wish to have a fight with the powerful..."

Of course, one could imagine how expensive such an outfit would be. Each one cost 500,000 Game Coins, and that was about as expensive as a full set of apparel. But they sold very well. The biggest buyer was naturally Regulation, since every member required one. The Justice on the back was changed to Regulation for uniformity. There were also other players who admired Regulations, mostly males, who were willing to stick with the newbie apparel to buy such a coat. They would change the Justice to something like Number One Player on the Server, and it would be funny if it was not so pitiable.

Fearless Champion had a three-piece suit under the white coat; it made him look honorable. He had short hair, and his title was Master of the Spear. Even though he had been the first player to reach level twenty during the closed beta, but during the open beta, the work that he was assigned was not to rush his level, so his current level was similar to the three of his enemies, twenty-six. It was worth mentioning that... after one day of the open beta, his placement on combat ranking had slipped down from sixth to eighth.

Zen Dream was twenty-five, not too large, not too skinny. He had an honest appearance, and his fluffy hair parted slightly to the left. His level was twenty-one, and his title was Cold-faced Killer. He was one of the celebrity players from Regulation who joined after the open beta. Jiang Hu had Dao (Flashes of Sword) Jian (Bladeless Swordsman) Xiao (World’s Enigma), and Regulation had something similar. They were known as Zui Sheng Meng (Zen Dream) Si, and Zen Dream was one of them.

His level was a sign of how powerful Regulation’s system was. With the support of equipment, wealth, and information, the top players from Regulation only needed twenty-four hours in real life to catch up to the others.

However, other than the coat from the guild, Zen Dream was wearing the beginner’s outfit, and the impression he gave off was... that the man was poor. But at the same time, he was toying with unneeded consumables in his hands—like the chips that Xiao Tan had bought, things merely for players to waste their Game Coins on. He had a cigarette in his right hand and a bottle of beer in his left.

Zen Dream had three hobbies in life: smoking, drinking, and perming his hair.

There was even a song that went with it—to be a divine, taking the crane to the sky, the secrets are none other than to perm, to drink, and to smoke...

Lastly, Sky-swallowing Phantom Dawn. He was the youngest celebrity player that the studio had accepted since its inception. He was a genius at combat.

Everyone had something that they had a natural affinity toward, but not everyone had the chance to showcase their talent. This was a matter of luck. For example, if Feng Bujue was born in the era of the Republic of China, he might have found an easy way into the education department or, at the very least, become the editor of a paper. He would have spent his day writing critical articles and expressing shocking declarations at public gatherings. He would have no worry for his life and would even receive respect from the literary crowd. He could have married above his current station, probably one from a respected family and another would be his young student, one at least ten years younger than he was. Of course... that was mere speculation. Unfortunately, Feng Bujue was born in a lawful, peaceful society, so he could only earn his living by writing little-known manuscripts.

A similar thing could be used to describe Phantom Dawn. If he had been born in a world where fantasy and magic were real life, he would have been renowned as the best fighter. Unfortunately, he was born on Earth, a place that was relatively peaceful.

Therefore, he could only limit his murderous antics to a virtual game.

Currently, Phantom Dawn was level twenty-two. Even though he had been banned by his team leader from entering the game on the second night of the closed beta, since the server closed the next morning, he did not lose much gaming time.

When the open beta began, he had been level fifteen, and now that almost twenty hours of real time had passed, it was natural for him to have reached his current level. Actually, as a professional gamer, a star player from Regulation, his progress could be considered slow. Even Zen Dream, who had been level one when the open beta started, was already level twenty-one, and he was only level twenty-two.

Even though his level was lower than the enemy’s, Phantom Dawn sat at the top of combat ranking firmly, and this explained many things.

In-game, he had a halo of red hair flowing down his shoulders. Under the white coat, he had a dark military outfit. He was on the slim side and not too tall. From his looks, he was no different from a normal youth.

But the system categorized him as the strongest player in terms of combat capability and had given him a memorable title—The Walking Terror.