"Where the hell have you gone? I threw all the money from the base sales into the guild warehouse!" Madman typed in the group chat. Orson paused, stopping his minor spell My Domain, and checked the guild warehouse.
After deducting the auction fees, there was still 3.2 million gold, with thirty-two small targets on the list.
On the surface, this amount of money seemed like a lot, but to any large guild, it was just normal strategic reserves.
Orson transferred 200,000 gold to the account, leaving 3 million gold to be distributed to Madman and Fatty.
Madman: "Got the money, I'm preparing to study abroad!"
Bradley: "Alright, Orson told me, you live at 27X, West River Road, West Bay, Xichuan City, and your little brother is planning to take the same school as you. You better run."
Madman: "What the hell, you stalker! Are you spying on me?"
Bradley sent a "picking nose" emoji and said, "As the vice president, it's my job to know the details of opportunists. You and Iron Cavalry are both under close watch."
Madman: "Go to hell, jerk!"
Madman's escape plan was ruined. Bradley then made fun of him, pointing out how his graduation from a military school was an insult to prestigious universities.
Bradley suddenly said, "By the way, what's with all the new recruits you brought in? They all act like they're hot shots in the guild, constantly chatting away in the guild channel."
Orson looked at the guild members list. The number of members had doubled since he last checked, and they were approaching the guild's membership limit.
"Looks like their level and equipment are decent. There are four hidden A-rank classes, and about twenty A-rank ones. Even an S-rank player is among them."
These A-ranked players were strong, some even previously held positions in other top guilds. After the base battle, where Godslayer made a huge reputation, these players had flocked to join.
Orson quickly realized why Bradley was complaining.
Absolute Kid: I think it's fair to compete for the remaining two vice president positions, right?"
I Ride Donkey Looking for Girls: "You? A cash-shop top 3? That's laughable. The Three-Crown King can beat ten of you. I, the national runner-up of Sword and Conquest, almost defeated him. I deserve a spot as vice president."
Dynasty Old Yin: "You're all funny. I have seven accounts that are #1 across different servers, but I'm not bragging. Since Boss Fan often skips activities, I'll manage things myself. Competing for guild leader is no problem, right?"
Orson was stunned. He had only been away for a few hours, and these guys were already planning to oust him.
He recognized a few familiar names, like I Ride Donkey Looking for Girls, whom he met during a national offline solo-king competition.
It's worth noting, his "narrow loss" was greatly exaggerated; Orson had wrecked him with a mage, 10-0. Orson remembered him crying at the post-match conference, blaming the holo-helmet for messing up his controls.
Iron Cavalry: "I'm just laughing, not saying anything..."
Wild Gale: "Focus on improving your skills. This game is different from what you're used to."
These new members clearly didn't know who they were messing with. They'd heard of the Three-Crown King's power, but had never seen it for themselves. It was like they thought Orson was just another "boss" among them, oblivious to the real difference in skill.
Madman: "Stop talking! If you keep on, I'll kick you all out of the guild! Don't do the quests, then leave!"
Madman, feeling embarrassed that someone was watching the guild chat, scolded them for a while until they finally shut up.
While watching the base battle stream and experiencing the love from the wizard on the battlefield were two separate things.
Orson knew well that these people didn't fear him, and he understood why. They were at the top of their respective games, and to them, they were the "gods" of their worlds.
He had no problem with that. What he needed were real fighters, people who weren't afraid to face anyone head-on and fight back no matter the odds.
"By the way, Madman, are you at the wedding instance?" Orson asked.
Madman: "Yeah, why? Just asking, I brought a bunch of new guys here for some training."
"Nothing, I just saw it on my friends list and thought I'd ask," Orson responded casually.
Madman had brought these newbies to the enemy's side...
Meanwhile, at the wedding scene, music and dance filled the air.
Madman and his crew, confident with their strength, were not worried. While other players were tense and ready, they were casually drinking and eating, even playing games.
Madman, while pocketing five gold from a noble NPC, suddenly felt a chill on his back. "Why does it feel so cold all of a sudden..."
Drunken Dream: "Are the thieves in position? We're waiting around the main hall."
Crazy Handsome: "Hehe, already behind them. Those guards with only a few thousand HP are nothing."
Drunken Dream: "Get the fire mage to cause chaos. I'll hold off the NPC guards and players in the banquet hall."
Orsix: "Understood, Adventurer."
Orson smiled slightly, his six-pointed star circling around his body.
His eyes glowed a bright blue, and the mist in the air immediately froze, with frost creeping along the walls and floors. Wherever the blue mist went, pools of water froze, and snakes and ants froze in place.
The snowfall fell softly, creating a peaceful, serene atmosphere.
Guards patrolling the area heard the creaking sound behind them and instinctively turned around. Their faces froze in shock, and the next second, they were solidified into ice statues.
This was a silent massacre — no sound, no warning, just the sudden death of those who ventured too close.
A level 27 knight's body froze. He tried to resist with his toughness skill, but his movements were slow and labored, his mouth even sealed shut, unable to speak.
And that wasn't the worst part.
Ice Prison Ring triggered the Chaos Magic Ball effect.
While being frozen, a swamp appeared beneath their feet, slowing them down by 50%.
At the same time, chaotic fire spread, igniting ghostly flames that burned the target, leaving them to watch as they turned to bones.
"You killed the Lord's Guard Norton."
"You killed the player Jiu Ge."
Orson, watching through his magical eye, frowned. "I'm really a monster."
"Let's try this next."
Orson waved his staff, opening a void crack in the Lord's Mansion.
The Nine Hells Prison returned to the world, one of the Infinite Dimensions' forbidden realms.
From the portal, slimy creatures wriggled out, wearing black armor from unknown eras, carrying terrifying torture devices.
Orson had boosted his spell strength to 1500, summoning 150 Hell Guards or two cursed Evil Spirits.
Each Hell Guard was equivalent to a 30-level elite monster, while the Evil Spirits were like elite bosses.
The stats weren't impressive, but they were ugly as hell.
These guards, covered in pus and maggots, brought negative debuffs: bleeding, freezing, slowing, attack debuff, and corpse poison.
Their main strength? They were so ugly and gross that they could make you sick, even if they couldn't kill you.
Crazy Handsome: "The wedding room guards are down. Set the place on fire, come on, NPCs!"
Drunken Dream was about to ask Orsix what was taking so long when he suddenly turned his head, eyes wide in shock.
"What the hell...?" He gasped.
Dozens of thieves had somehow crept behind him and were preparing to knock him out. But before they could do anything, they suddenly froze at five meters away and were set on fire by ghostly flames.
On the open space, a blue portal opened, and bizarre creatures rushed in, straight into the banquet hall.
Drunken Dream's scalp went numb, seeing the prompt: Orsix's summon?
This wasn't what was supposed to happen.
Where was the fire mage?