**”Your friend ShatteredCrown has logged in.”**
Ten minutes later, ShatteredCrown showed up in the *Mist Forest* with a small group.
**”UltimateSweetheart has requested to join your party.”**
**”BigBaby has requested to join your party.”**
**”LittleBaby…”**
Orson blinked at the party requests. What the… they were all girls? And what’s with these usernames…?
The last request was even more outrageous—a girl with the ID **YoungMaster’sBlackStockings**. What kind of player even chooses a name like that?
Damn!
He’d told ShatteredCrown to bring a few friends, not a whole posse of girls. What kind of joke was this? A stab to the heart of every lonely single guy out there!
Orson’s face darkened as ShatteredCrown finally arrived with four girls, each around Level 5.
These girls were tall, with fair skin, beautiful faces, and figures that were… very distracting. Even though Orson knew these were likely just avatars, for all he knew, they might be way less appealing in real life.
Still, the sight of four gorgeous girls surrounding ShatteredCrown was a little… hard to swallow.
Orson’s expression grew serious as jealousy burned inside him.
Rich people have it all, don’t they? Most guys are lucky to have even one girl to game with, but this dude brings four? Four! That’s just unfair!
Orson couldn’t take it anymore and gave ShatteredCrown an ultimatum: “The slot fee is now 500,000 yuan with a 12% discount. That’s 440 gold, payable upfront!”
“Money’s no issue, Master,” ShatteredCrown replied confidently. Seeing Orson’s composed and commanding aura, he instantly felt that Orson seemed even more impressive.
**UltimateSweetheart**, a knight, yawned and muttered, “A gaming expert? Where? I don’t see anyone special.”
**BigBaby:** “Yeah, like this guy could really carry us? Brace yourself, he’ll probably need saving.”
**YoungMaster’sBlackStockings:** “Young Master… why didn’t you eat the breakfast I made for you? I’m so heartbroken!”
The little girl avatar, **LittleBaby**, eyed Orson warily and said, “North Prince, this is another scam, isn’t it? Last time, someone told you they were the God of Magic’s personal disciple, and you ended up paying five million in training fees.”
ShatteredCrown countered, “He really is strong, I’m telling you! Super strong!”
“North Prince?” Orson froze, then looked more closely at their IDs and cautiously asked, “Wait… Is your real name Kong Beijun by any chance?”
**ShatteredCrown:** “Whoa, Master, you’ve heard of me?”
Orson was stunned, suddenly recalling the infamous lawsuit he’d heard about years ago while playing *Sword and Conquest*. The lawsuit alleged that he’d scammed a certain **North Prince of The King Family** out of five million…
“This is wild. He’s *Peacock King* himself!”
Orson took a sharp breath. This ‘big fish’ was actually one of New York’s four wealthiest young heirs, the crown prince of The King Family!
Kong Beijun, blessed with both immense wealth and good fortune in romance, was one of the legendary figures on the national leaderboard.
And, ironically, he was also the first idiot hardcore-mode wizard to die at the hands of a succubus.
The guy had only been 21 when he’d died, but he had the kind of romantic life most basement-dwelling gamers could only dream of.
“Ahem. I may have read about you on a forum post or two.” Orson coughed, a bit embarrassed.
“Haha, online rumors are just urban legends about me,” ShatteredCrown laughed proudly. “But I see you admire the God of Magic too! Only a true fan would use the same ID as my master, Orgod.”
Please.
Orson rolled his eyes. Like he’d ever taken on a disciple like this!
In his past life, this “Peacock King” had only become powerful thanks to the near-limitless resources of The King Family. Otherwise, what kind of high-level wizard would die to a succubus?
**UltimateSweetheart** chuckled and teased, “You really think he’s worth paying for? Are you sure this isn’t your 38th time being conned?”
“No way! I swear this time’s different!” ShatteredCrown straightened up, showing off his lavish young-master attitude. Orson looked at his foolishly confident face and couldn’t help thinking how great it must be to be rich.
With a jingle, 440 gold landed in his account.
Orson breathed a sigh of relief. With the money he’d earned from selling his equipment, he could finally cover his sister’s surgery fees in one go!
**LittleBaby** raised an eyebrow and muttered, “A solo carry for five? Sure…”
“Just hush and let the Master work,” ShatteredCrown replied confidently.
“Oh, I’m the one who talks too much? Maybe if you weren’t so clueless, I wouldn’t have to.”
ShatteredCrown glared at her but didn’t hold up for more than two seconds before she scolded him into silence.
Even the top players around Level 10 could only carry at most a four-person party for leveling; any more, and even they might struggle. Plus, their team didn’t have a single healer. No matter how many potions they packed, a frail mage wouldn’t be able to tank all that monster damage.
Orson quickly sent a message to the area chat: “Reserving the farming spot for an hour, thanks for your cooperation.”
**Skyslasher:** “Screw you! Get lost!”
Orson just smirked and launched a triple fireball directly into Dragon’s Kiss Guild’s farming area.
**Boom!**
A fiery explosion lit up the mist as Skyslasher and his team were stunned. Three fireballs detonated right beside them, instantly wiping out a pack of six Spectral Wolves.
**”You have slain [Spectral Wolf]. EXP +20.”**
…
**UltimateSweetheart**’s mocking smile froze as she looked at Orson in shock. “He killed Level 8 monsters in one hit?”
**BigBaby:** “And with AoE damage, no less. This… is terrifying.”
**UltimateSweetheart:** “Oh my god, what’s his range? It’s way beyond other mages!”
Orson chuckled inwardly. Just a few times the range? At one kilometer, he had the entire *Mist Forest* area locked down, leaving only a sliver of space for other players. As for Dragon’s Kiss Guild’s farming spots, those were going to be his prime targets.
**ElderEscalator:** “Who the hell has a death wish? We were minding our business—who’s ambushing us?!”
**Skyslasher:** “Damn it! I’m freaking haunted…”
Orson’s relentless long-range bombardment kept hitting them, with each anguished scream from their side only helping him fine-tune his aim.
Yes, the more accurately he hit, the more furious the Dragon’s Kiss Guild members became in the area chat.
*Infinite Dimensions* was hyper-realistic, and the area chat allowed nearby players not only to see text messages but also to hear each other’s voices if close enough.
For a true veteran like Orson, locating enemies by sound alone was a skill ingrained through years of experience.
Except for **YoungMaster’sBlackStockings**, who kept whining about breakfast, ShatteredCrown’s three other companions were left speechless.
They’d spent eight hours grinding in the newbie village just to hit Level 5. Now, sitting back and doing nothing, they’d already reached Level 6 in ten minutes.
But the scariest part was Orson. He hadn’t moved an inch, casting spells the whole time, and nobody even knew where his fireballs were landing.
They only saw flashes of light in the mist as hordes of Spectral Wolves were obliterated.
**ShatteredCrown** smirked and called out, “So? Tell me my buddy isn’t awesome! Worth every bit of that forty grand, right?”
As background music played, ShatteredCrown danced like he was at a concert, showing off shamelessly to the four girls.
Orson cast a side-eye at the **Peacock King**, reveling in his harem. Damn it! He wanted to punt this guy off a cliff.
After another half hour, they’d slaughtered over 800 Spectral Wolves.
Orson’s MP was about to break through 11,000, with his Level 8 **Blazing Burn** now dealing 880 damage per tick.
Despite the split experience points from carrying five players, ShatteredCrown leveled up to 5, and the girls reached Level 7. Monster experience was starting to drop off.
Since he was casting spells continuously, his MP was draining quickly, so Orson paused to meditate and recover.
At that moment, a loud voice rang out: **”I swear to God, where is this ‘Orgod’? Get over here!”**
From the mist, a knight clad in green armor appeared, accompanied by a female sword fighter.
Dozens of elite guild players emerged from the shadows, glaring menacingly at Orson’s party. Although they hadn’t sustained any actual damage, their faces were covered in ash from Orson’s fireballs.