Orson removed the loot restrictions, allowing his guild members to freely collect the scattered gold.
“Brothers and sisters, the boss is throwing us a money shower! Let’s go grab it!”
“What are you waiting for? Scramble!”
Bradley’s group fully embraced their inner bandits, diving headfirst into the treasure trove.
“We’ve struck gold! This windfall is mine to inherit!”
“Who the hell yanked my pants? Have some decency!”
“I only grabbed 100 gold coins, and now you’re robbing me?”
A few seemingly fair-skinned, delicate female players turned feral. Before Female Dorm God could stash his coins, they pounced on him, looting him with gusto.
Nearby onlookers were stunned.
Godslayer Guild’s behavior was outrageous, but what stung the most was that they weren’t included in the spoils.
“Bunch of amateurs,” Bradley sneered as he zipped past the chaos. “Coins are nothing compared to equipment!”
Taking advantage of his superior speed, he sprinted straight for a purple piece of armor lying on the ground. Before anyone could react, he pocketed the Level 15 gear, easily worth 500 gold coins.
Wild Gale, standing nearby, watched Bradley claim the best loot. He felt a pang of jealousy but hesitated—after all, he was known as the “mentor of noobs” and didn’t want to ruin his reputation.
Then he noticed the guild’s ethos: every man for himself.
“Forget it! When in Rome…” Wild Gale grit his teeth, jumped onto Iron Cavalry’s shoulders, and dove headlong into the pile of items.
By the time the dust settled, the spoils were entirely divided.
Later, the guild gathered at a tavern in town. Money Traveler generously shelled out 20 gold to book the entire venue.
“Today’s red-name hunting operation was a resounding success!” Bradley announced, raising his mug. “As your vice president, I’d like to make three important points—”
Before he could finish, he noticed that no one was paying attention. Everyone was busy chatting, drinking, or feasting.
“Fine, then!” Bradley grumbled, grabbing his drink as Iron Cavalry raised a toast.
“Cheers! You made a killing, huh?” Bradley said, grinning.
“Not bad, not bad…” Iron Cavalry replied with a sheepish smile.
Bradley wasn’t the type to hold grudges. He joined Iron Cavalry, Wild Gale, and others in drinking games, quickly fostering camaraderie through shared antics.
“Where’s the president? Is he still red-named and unable to enter the city?” asked a female alchemist, her curiosity piqued.
Most members had never seen Orson in person and were eager to meet the legendary triple-crown champion.
With his apocalyptic meteor stunt fresh in everyone’s mind, even if Orson had three heads, they wouldn’t be surprised.
Bradley smirked. “In Pondenorlin City, who dares stop my brother? Even the city lord would think twice.”
Just then, Bradley received a private message from Orson.
He stood up and announced, “Wild Gale, the place is yours for now. Gather everyone outside the city at the rally point in four hours for the guild war.”
Iron Cavalry frowned. “Wait, how are we supposed to fight? We’re barely staffed, and most of our members are crafters!”
Still chewing on a roast leg of meat, Female Dorm God interjected, “My boss alone is worth a thousand men. I think we’re good!”
Bradley nearly choked on his drink. He gave the priest a light bonk on the head. “Don’t work your boss like a mule!”
Everyone burst into laughter.
After logging off, Bradley called Orson.
“Are you sure we can recruit enough members? Most of the top-tier players have already joined the big eight guilds.”
“Don’t worry,” Orson replied calmly. “Upload the video now. A lot of high-level players are browsing the forums for guild war tips. Recruiting shouldn’t be hard.”
Bradley sighed. “Fine. We may not get two full battle groups, but a single 60-man group should be doable.”
After the call, Orson headed to the Redbeard Dwarf’s forge.
The dwarf Veijander greeted him with an uneasy smile.
“The Gray Dwarf King himself! What a surprise! Back already?” Veijander’s eyes darted nervously. He attempted to embrace Orson, but the mage sidestepped with a scowl.
“You’ve submitted the forging materials.”
Orson placed the Heart of the Warlord and Ascension Crystal on the counter. “What’s the success rate?”
“Well… um… maybe… possibly…” Veijander stammered, eyes wide at the sight of such rare materials.
System Notification:
Holy Mirror Set overall success rate: 40%.
“Is this what you meant by ‘100% success rate’?” Orson’s face darkened. He resisted the urge to bash the dwarf’s head in with an ingot.
“Well, uh… I didn’t expect you to survive the Bone Dragon…” Veijander chuckled nervously, chugging ale to calm his nerves.
Orson’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, I see your game. You were planning to keep the Elven Diamond all for yourself, weren’t you?”
Had he not followed his guide and uncovered the royal tomb’s hidden materials, the quest would have been a dead end.
System Notification:
You’ve uncovered the Gray Dwarf’s deception. You may demand compensation: choose between gold coins, a mount skill, or a purple weapon.
Orson’s eyes lit up. He wasn’t short on gold, and purple weapons didn’t interest him at this stage. But the mount skill was intriguing.
Mount taming wasn’t just a convenience—it could turn beasts into formidable allies in combat. By the next stage of the game, players who invested in this skill could tame creatures like dragons.
“I’ll take the mount skill.”
System Notification:
You’ve learned the skill: Basic Beastmastery.
Orson feigned displeasure. “Just one lousy skill? Give me my materials back—I’m done here!”
Before the dwarf could respond, Orson opened his inventory and reclaimed the Elven Diamond, turning to leave.
“W-wait! Don’t be angry! Let’s talk!” Veijander panicked, realizing he might lose his shot at working with such legendary materials.
Nearby players were stunned to see the fiery-tempered dwarf kneeling and clinging to Orson’s leg.
“What’s happening? Veijander is actually begging?”
“This guy’s got insane pull. He just made the toughest NPC in the game kneel!”
System Notification:
Veijander, filled with guilt, offers you the rare saddle Will of the Battle Beast as additional compensation. Accept?
Orson grinned. “Now we’re talking.”
The Will of the Battle Beast wasn’t just a flashy accessory. It doubled taming proficiency gains, ignored class restrictions for mounts, and even included a built-in war drum effect.
In his previous life, this item had driven countless players to grind for weeks on end, and its market value once skyrocketed to over 60,000 gold.
And now?
He got it for free.