“What about the treasure? Where’s the treasure you mentioned?”
Bradley rushed over, hoping to grab the treasure Orson had promised, but all that appeared was a legendary longsword and some gold coins.
“Offline so fast. No wonder he’s the SSR team’s captain.”
Orson shook his head, laughing bitterly. Sword God Alexander was too sharp and clear-headed, a strategist to the core.
Instead of trying to break through the Flame Dragon’s defenses, which would cause everything to catch fire and force Wedge into combat mode, Alexander had chosen to take the damage from the Flame Dragon himself, giving Wedge the opportunity to escape.
Bradley cursed, “Damn it, she actually got away! I’m staying here, waiting for her to log back in.”
Orson shook his head and smiled. “You’re dreaming. She has ten seconds of invincibility when she logs in. That’s enough time for her to escape to a teleport point.”
But since Wedge had the Soul-Breaking Short Sword, it meant she had clues about The Divine Item. Orson didn’t mind finding her offline and having a heartfelt chat about their past. But first, he had to deal with the current dragon crisis.
In the distance, more and more dragon creatures gathered, various Dragon Knights among them, answering the call of Golden Dragon Nuyalius for revenge.
They sought to settle the blood debt with the Dragon Slayer.
These Empire Dragon Knights didn’t immediately charge at Pondenorlin City, instead, they circled a few kilometers away, as if waiting for something.
“Golden Dragons are mobilizing for revenge!”
“You need to retreat immediately!”
“The dragons will forget this in 200 days of Infinite Dimensions time.”
“The Purple-Gold Dragons are here, summoned by Golden Dragon King Soros, to avenge Nuyalius!”
“You need to retreat immediately!”
“The Lightning Dragon King has arrived, summoned by Golden Dragon King Soros to oversee the battle.”
The system messages rang out, and Orson just shook his head in disbelief.
The moment he logs back in, he will be hunted down, which essentially meant being banned for 200 days.
However, with Orson’s current strength—two Super God-grade Soul Seals, and Crimson Lizard King on the verge of reaching Saint Lord-Class—even if he logs back in after two hundred days, no one will be able to catch up with him.
This game system always underestimated people, which was actually kind of amusing.
After all, who truly was the king of the game?
World Channel:
Orgod: “Everyone! Npcs in Infinite Dimensions can be killed, so why can’t we slaughter dragons?”
“Seriously? Here we go again with this nonsense. Don’t fall for it, this time he’s overdoing it, trying to drag us to the grave with him.”
“Exactly! With so many Dragon Knights, even millions of players will be roasted by their dragon breath. Orgod, just go to bed already.”
The world channel was filled with confusion. These dragon-blood creatures were nothing like the Monster Siege event; they were far more powerful.
Bradley turned back to look at Slaughter Spree, grumbling, “Shut up, drinking Orson’s wine, and then leading the channel with all that nonsense?”
Slaughter Spree: “I don’t even know him, why blame me?”
Bradley rolled his eyes and said, “Don’t act innocent. Your SSR bot studio got recruited by them.”
“Ugh…”
Slaughter Spree awkwardly laughed, and after a quick round of private messaging, the bots on the channel disappeared.
As the Godslayer guild grew, Madman had established an intelligence department, headed by SirLagsALot.
They had deployed spies into various top guilds.
This was standard for large guilds, used to monitor the movements of others.
Godslayer had reached gold-level status, with a member cap of 8,000.
With the huge base of Celestial Fortress, their capacity was raised to an astounding 20,000 members.
With the Triple Crown winner and Godslayer’s prestige, the guild could recruit high-level players at any time, always filling up spots.
Madman knew there would definitely be spies among them, so he kept the recruitment strict, capping the number of members at 6,000 to prevent leaks.
Drunken Dream: “Haha, my friend, it might not be impossible to take them on!”
The Silver Dragon Knight flew in, accompanied by his wife Lilith, looking as carefree and charming as ever, drawing envious glances.
Silver Dragon Denoka growled at the Crimson Lizard King, who lowered his head and licked his lips, scaring Denoka into flying higher.
ShatteredCrown: “Master told me to step in, how could I not?”
Empress of the Moon: “I’ve been wanting to craft a dragon scale armor set. With so many dragons, it would be a waste not to kill them.”
Demon Emperor raised his sword with authority, gazing at the swarm of dragon-blooded bosses in the distance. “Kill.”
“Whoever grabs the loot gets it.”
Orson remained calm, his voice booming, “In this world, we are the true gods! In Infinite Dimensions, we are the rulers!”
The moment he finished speaking, everyone in the crowd was shaken, a fire igniting in their hearts.
Blank: “This is ridiculous, a shameless god.”
Normal players were stirred, not having much combat strength but eager to challenge the gods themselves.
What Orson said would have been inappropriate coming from anyone else—even the number one wealthy player in the US.
Only Infinite Dimensions’ number one could say such things!
“Standing next to me is a fountain of endless revives, what should I be afraid of?”
“Last time I followed Orgod, we made a huge profit, over a thousand gold coins, so this time, we’ll make a big score!”
“You daring bastard, showing off your health bar in front of me, I’m level 27! Brothers, let’s kill them!”
Orson’s call to arms was issued, and countless players surged toward Pondenorlin City.
The streets of Pondenorlin City were packed, with no room to stand.
The players, like a mob on a frenzy, charged towards the city gates, their excitement palpable.
Wesley: “Right! Let’s deal with that golden-haired little girl! As the head of Pondenorlin’s elite guards, I can’t let adventurers win! Everyone follow me, I’ll open the gates!”
“This level of intelligence is off the charts…”
Orson was surprised, seeing Wesley, who should have been running away, instead stay behind and open the city gates with his soldiers.
The higher the intelligence of Infinite Dimensions NPCs, the greater their potential for growth. In Hardcore Mode, these NPCs were almost as powerful as the trial-takers themselves.
Orson furrowed his brow and muttered, “This is too much. I wonder if I should make him take the Demon Ascension Pill… might make for a decent employee.”
Soon, the flood of players poured out of the gates, weapons in hand, ready to battle the dragons.
“Let the show begin.”
Orson smiled faintly, and with Bradley, he mounted Crimson Lizard King. Behind them, ShatteredCrown and others on their warbeasts quickly followed.