"The success rate is forty percent? Fine, as long as the Holy Artifact can be preserved even if the forging core fails."
Orson's expression softened. Seeing the dwarves groveling , he handed over all the materials to them.
Veijander, with his shifty eyes, grinned and told Orson to come back in five hours to collect the equipment.
"Let's hope... it's actually equipment by then."
Orson had no choice. Going to the other side's pay-to-win shop would require a blueprint, and the success rate might not even be as high as the dwarves'. He could only gamble.
Meanwhile, after logging off, Bradley contacted the Infinite Dimensions strategy forum's moderator and spent 20,000 yuan to have the post titled [Orgod's Melee Silk Spider Dungeon] pinned and highlighted.
Of course, if Orson ever saw that shameless title, he'd probably explode in anger.
The post didn't attract much attention at first. After all, on the forum, half of the posts had tags like "Orgod" or "Three-time Champion," and when you clicked on them, you'd usually just see a pile of nonsense.
Posts —outrageously flashy and clownish—rarely got much attention.
However, only ten minutes later, the first player who finished watching the full video was sweating profusely, panting, unable to calm down, and could only curse to express his shock.
Without hesitation, he shared, commented, and bookmarked it, trying to get more high-level mages to come and be "disgusted."
Slaughter Wang Junlang: "Your horse... the Dark Queen got hit with 956 consecutive attacks! Is this a boss fight? And the way it kept floating with basic attacks? This is a boss, not just a mob!"
Mysterious opponent: "You're getting the key issue. Archers can do it with their fast attack speed, but this mage has a basic attack speed. Who else could do this except that guy?"
In no time, the post's view count surpassed 100,000, likes exploded, and the comments section was filled with players going wild, expressing their admiration for Orgod, the "Ancient God" of Sword and Conquest.
Bradley grinned, thinking the catchy title had worked. He left a message in the first post: "Welcome high-level main players to join [Godslayer]. I, Money Traveler, eagerly await your joining!"
"Want to watch streams and learn techniques? Check out [DonutWizard]!"
"Exactly! SSR's first fire mage DonutWizard can even solo 20-level bosses on stream. Orgod can't compare!"
Meanwhile, inside the SSR Club, top streamer DonutWizard, seeing the comments under the post, felt his stomach churn. His face turned red, fists clenched.
"Why is he so strong? Why can't I do that? Why?!"
At just 16 years old, with a still youthful face, he had become the symbol of SSR's brutal mages. Not only did he have millions of followers on his streaming platform, but his fans even thought he might succeed Orgod as the next big name.
Even he had believed that Orson was just an early starter—back when players were still bad, which made Orson seem particularly impressive.
But now, with this [Melee Post], DonutWizard had become a laughingstock.
When compared, his proud solo dungeon videos seemed to mock him for his ignorance.
Just yesterday, DonutWizard had overheard Wedge and Smart Brother talking about how they had been ambushed by Orson.
He had even confidently said: "Orgod's only good for his gear and Soul Seal. Wait until my class awakening, and I'll avenge you!"
The slap in the face came too quickly. The video now was pure technique, with Orson's flawless "zombie-style basic attacks" and seamless combos. With this level of precision, not just 900+ combos, even 1900+ would be possible!
"Annly? Why are you crying? Who made you upset? I'll avenge you, sis."
A beautiful, graceful woman walked over, gently patting Annly on the head with a soft laugh.
"I feel like I'll never reach his level. I've disappointed everyone, Riley."
Annly became more and more upset, crying loudly, attracting the attention of half the club.
"Haha, someone bullied you, huh? Who dares do that?"
"It's fine, bro will help you get revenge. Infinite Dimensions is still unfamiliar to us. Losing a few PvP battles is normal."
A dozen SSR pros surrounded Annly, comforting her not to be too upset. Even if she was bullied in Infinite Dimensions, they would get her back.
"It's him! It's him!"
Annly pointed to the screen with childish determination.
The room instantly fell silent. You could hear a pin drop.
Snow Dream, with a stiff smile, walked away. The professional player who had promised to avenge Annly froze, awkwardly scratching his nose.
"This... I'm not sure I can help you, young one."
The simple name "ld" was well-known to them. Some of the older team members had even fought alongside this person.
This was an insurmountable peak for SSR Club. They had watched as this man led SSR to unprecedented heights.
"Don't lose hope. With your talent, you'll surpass him sooner or later."
Annly was an important trainee in the club, so Wedge quickly came to her side.
Smiling, she began analyzing the video frame by frame: "Look closely, his basic attack wobble is too obvious. This shows his technique has been neglected these years, and his positioning is flawed—low tolerance, one mistake and the boss will crush him."
"It really is! So his technique isn't perfect after all!" Annly wiped away her tears, finally seeing a glimmer of hope in the darkness.
Snow Dream stood by the window, absentmindedly lighting a cigarette, her beautiful, delicate face clouded with worry.
Wedge, having comforted Annly, walked over to Snow Dream, asking for a cigarette and lighting it up.
"What's wrong? Still thinking about that man?" Wedge teased with a mischievous laugh.
Snow Dream avoided her sharp gaze, frowning and saying, "You shouldn't be deceiving that kid. You're putting too much pressure on him."
"No, I'm just telling him what I see." Wedge's face was beautiful, but there was a rare firmness in her expression.
"Stop fooling me. His basic attack wobble isn't an issue, it's a technique to control the boss's knockback height, intentionally done!" Snow Dream coldly exposed the truth.
"You've been with him too long, long enough to be assimilated by his bad temper."
Wedge maintained her smile, elegantly blowing out a smoke ring. She paused and then said, "You know, no matter how much you like him, in his eyes, there's only that little girl. He never cared about you."
Snow Dream's heart tightened, a sharp pain stinging inside her.
Wedge chuckled lightly: "Don't forget, your father's business went bankrupt, and who helped you find the money to cover the debts?"
Snow Dream's eyes widened in shock, her fists clenched. "How long are you going to use that to threaten me?"
Wedge's lips curled up in a seductive smile. "Silly girl, of course, forever. By the way, if I see you go easy on Orson again, I won't let you off the hook."
This warning, coming from Wedge—who always played the role of the understanding big sister—was delivered with a calm that made Snow Dream's blood run cold. Wedge could destroy her with ease, and even her parents would be dragged down.
"Do you understand now?" Wedge smiled, her voice calm and cold.
Snow Dream lowered her head, suppressing her emotions, her face unchanged. "I'm sorry, Wedge. I understand now."