“Region Announcement: Player Drunken Dream and others successfully completed the high-difficulty task [Wedding Banquet].”
“Reward: 50 Free Attribute Points, 70 Skill Points, 5 Talent Points, 300 Gold Coins.”
“Player Drunken Dream’s military achievements are remarkable. He single-handedly repelled the bandits and successfully rescued Hazel’s parents!”
“Reward: Free Attribute Points…”
“And gained the favor of Hazel’s parents, joining one of the five Platinum Families of the Light Dragon Empire, the Xien Family!”
Oh no!
I’ve become a bandit!
Orson, seeing the region announcement, was struck speechless. While the tactic of manipulating affinity wasn’t exactly honorable, did this game really have to slap him with the “bandit” title?
Crazy Handsome: “Single-handedly!! Did Drunken Dream actually take down Orgod too?”
Crazy Handsome: “If he did, that’s awesome! I’ve never liked that guy.”
The players from the earlier party were all in high spirits, surrounding Drunken Dream, cheering him on. Compared to Orgod, who everyone feared, they were far more eager to flatter the rich and clueless Supreme Guild leader!
ThunderStrike: “My bro is incredible! Orgod’s not on the victory list. Did Drunken Dream really take him down?”
DonutWizard: “Karma! Served him right!”
“That god must’ve been ambushed by Drunken Dream. A mage standing next to a dragon knight? It’s like asking for death!”
“Come on! Keep killing me! This is karma! The one who killed the whole room in a second!”
“Haha, look at this! If I’m not mistaken, Vile Tyrant’s red-name title means all his equipment must’ve dropped! His strength is greatly reduced!”
…
The world chat was full of people kicking Orson while he was down. When they saw that Orgod wasn’t on the reward list, they immediately began mocking.
“Yeah, yeah, everything you said is true.”
Orson was completely speechless. He gave a sly smile, deciding to humor these foolish kids.
“The Staff of Power has changed owners! It’s now anonymous!”
“The Power Shoulder Guards are also anonymous. They were probably sold by the Supreme Guild leader. My god! How much did that insane staff sell for?”
“30,000 Gold Coins each, buying the legendary items off Godslayer!”
“I’ll raise the price by 30,001 Gold Coins!”
The world channel went wild, unable to pull themselves out of the frenzy. Orson had set all the equipment’s ownership to “anonymous,” creating the illusion that Orgod had been defeated and his gear had dropped.
After all, to regular players, a red-named mage letting a dragon knight get his back was clearly suicide, right?
Bradley: “Bro! Speak up! Your equipment’s gone, let’s go farm again! Don’t be so depressed.”
Madman: “Say something, you idiot. The Godslayer assassin team is all set up, ready to steal Supreme Guild’s loot!”
The duo, along with others, sent worried messages to Orson, fearing he might be severely affected by the loss of his gear.
While great equipment was important, they believed in Orson’s ability to bounce back. The real issue was whether he’d let this setback knock him down.
Heartbroken Loli: “Brother, please speak. I’ll let you craft a few staffs again, I beg you. I just joined the guild.” Discover stories at empire
Old Yin: “I told you… stop pretending. Now you’re the one getting bullied.”
Iron Cavalry: “Not talking, huh? The family business will proceed immediately!”
…
A flood of private messages arrived. Orson sighed, holding his chin: “A bunch of idiots.”
Orgod: “I’m still alive! Drunken Dream’s my mount, what are you shouting about?”
Orson patiently explained that he had voluntarily left the team.
Bradley: “Holy crap!! You’ve gone crazy! You’re riding… a person!?”
Madman: “6.”
Heartbroken Loli: “So perverted, so unfair, I really like it!”
The group burst into laughter again, causing Orson’s scalp to tingle. What kind of people were they?!
“I guess I should explain myself too, at least make sure everyone knows… we’re allies,” Drunken Dream messaged, attaching a blushing emoji.
Drunken Dream was feeling uneasy. Supreme Guild members were all congratulating him on “slaying the demon.” The whole guild’s popularity had skyrocketed because of his “ambush” against Orgod.
But the more they praised him, the more guilty he felt. He could clearly sense the insurmountable gap in strength between himself and the Three Crown King.
In Orson’s presence, whether it was his technical skill, game strategy, or enemy tactics, Drunken Dream felt like a total newbie.
Could he really defeat him and loot his gear?
Me?
“I don’t need to explain, but you’re right about one thing—we’re allies.”
Orson smiled faintly, then paused before asking, “Do you want to survive in the fight for control of The Upton Family?”
“How do you know about that…”
“I know everything about you. The eldest son of the hidden aristocracy, The Upton Family, destined to inherit the family, but your siblings disagree.”
Orson’s expression remained calm as he asked again, “Do you want to survive?”
Drunken Dream’s face turned pale as he was surrounded by people, struggling to suppress his shock. How did Orgod know this?
In reality, Drunken Dream was lying in the mansion basement, with only an old butler by his side.
Ever since the head of the Upton family passed away, Drunken Dream had been constantly on edge, always watching out for other Upton family members.
He feared death—especially a sudden, mysterious death.
“This doesn’t matter. The real question is: are you willing to be someone else’s pawn?”
Orson’s voice seemed to possess a strange allure, continuously echoing in Drunken Dream’s ear.
“What do you think? My friend?”
Drunken Dream struggled to compose himself, his face full of bitterness.
If he had a choice, he would even give up his inheritance, choosing to forever wander the world of Infinite Dimensions.
But his parents wouldn’t allow it, and neither would his uncles from the Upton Family, even though he was considered useless. The stakes were simply too high.
“Then do as I say, my brave… friend.”
Orson almost slipped up, but after getting Drunken Dream’s confirmation, he closed the private chat.
After cleaning up the battlefield, Orson nodded in satisfaction, now holding an S-rank red skill book: [War Saint’s Protection].
However, this book wasn’t as effective as the Dragon Grand, which was a bit disappointing.
The 1st level [War Saint’s Protection] required sacrificing 70% health, granting only 2.5 seconds of invincibility to players within range.
To reach the level where Dragon Grand could give 10 seconds of invincibility to everyone, a huge amount of skill points and gold would be needed to max out the skill.
Cain, the lord of the private army, didn’t disappoint—every item dropped was valuable.
Orson wasn’t going to be polite to Drunken Dream, who came from a wealthy family. He took everything, leaving the less valuable purple-level gear to be auctioned and stuffing the better items into the guild warehouse.
“Guild Leader Godslayer has stored a legendary weapon.”
“Guild Leader Godslayer has stored an A-level skill book.”
“Guild Leader…”
The guild chat, which had calmed down briefly, exploded once again.
“OMG… Boss, did you raid the empire’s treasury?”
“Three legendary weapons at level 35, two pieces of armor, over twenty purple-level items below level 30, and more than a dozen B+ skill books…”
The guild members couldn’t take their eyes off the treasure hoard, drooling all over the place.
Selling just one of these could easily buy a house—at least a few hundred thousand gold!
Ride Donkey find a girl: “Damn it, as your former rival, I dare ask, can you sell me these epic items at a discount?”
“Not selling.”
Orson replied indifferently.
Ride Donkey find a girl: “Go to hell!”
There were many wealthy players in the guild. When they heard this, they were immediately deflated.
Not only was Orson not selling, but he was even flaunting it!
“Not selling, but I can give it to you.” Orson smiled.
