After scanning through Silver Wolf Willy’s memories, Lin Feng’s confidence suddenly fluctuated. He felt a sense of being caught in some kind of conspiracy, which began to linger in his mind. There was no other reason; the performance of these hundreds of thousands of players, their discipline on the battlefield, and their coordination were simply too excellent, too perfect. Such proficiency was beyond what ordinary players who casually play games in their spare time could achieve. If it were just one or two hundred players, or even a couple of thousand from a super-large guild, their coordination could be explained, but for such a massive entity of hundreds of thousands in the real world, what kind of colossal organization would that be? And now, three had suddenly appeared. One should know that “Fantasy World” was renowned for its game balance, and in the over five years it had operated in the continental market, what it lacked most were large guild organizations, otherwise, a small group of just seven RMB players wouldn’t dare to call themselves the best guild in the world. But now, almost overnight, not only had three super-large guilds appeared, but the coordination and organizational efficiency between the players of these three guilds were astonishing. What kind of concept was this?! This was undoubtedly equivalent to three real military units entering the game world, with clear orders and objectives. Such an organization, let alone each having tens of thousands of players, even if there were just a few thousand, wouldn’t they just dominate the game world? For such organized, purposeful group combat to occur without some mysterious force orchestrating from behind, one would have to be truly naive to believe otherwise. Lin Feng was not naive; on the contrary, he was somewhat cunning. Realizing these changes, he immediately thought of his own shortcomings, knowing his strategy of using advantageous terrain to control the battlefield was likely doomed. He quickly commanded his thirteen BOSS underlings to respond urgently, attempting to gather more rocks to block the entrance. However, it was too late. As the thunderous drums of the human legion echoed, the first wave of human warriors emerged from the teleportation gate. Lin Feng, not daring to let them charge, threw a barrage of giant stones at them. The stones smashed into bursts of brilliant blood, amidst cries and howls, the first wave of over a hundred attackers was wiped out.
“Killed a novice player, gained 50 experience points, 5 charm points.”
“Killed a novice player, gained 50 experience points, 5 charm points.”
“Killed a novice player, gained 50 experience points, 5 charm points.”
“Killed a novice player, gained 50 experience points, 5 charm points.”
With each enemy’s death, Lin Feng heard a series of long-lost system prompts in his consciousness. “Damn, even though it’s just a little experience and charm, every little bit helps. If I could wipe out this guild of a hundred thousand players, I could accumulate quite a bit. Hey, come on, come on! As the big boss, I rarely get to play this role, give me some higher-level players, or it’s just not exciting enough!” Another wave of attackers arrived, and Lin Feng repeated his strategy, wiping out another hundred or so minor threats, gaining a bit more experience and charm. More came, more died. This went on for over ten rounds, but the attackers were all low-level cannon fodder. However, the ammunition of giant stones and logs Lin Feng had prepared was running low. Finally, after dozens of waves of attacks, the resilient human players managed to flood into the entrance of the Muhanla Shrine Instance. Lin Feng let out a howl, leading his thirteen BOSS underlings to charge back, initiating a bloody melee. But disappointingly, the strength of the human players was still too weak; they were easily massacred by the fourteen big BOSSes, leaving only a pile of corpses and a small increase in experience and charm for the bosses. Lin Feng, now in a frenzy, had completely forgotten about his strategy of controlling the battlefield. He didn’t care about the potential strategies of the players coming to kill him; such level of attacks, even if repeated a couple of hundred times, was no big deal to him. For him, this low-intensity challenge was nothing compared to the rigorous training he endured from Instructor Niu Niu in the training space. So he kept killing. But at that moment, something happened to the barrier of the Muhanla Shrine Instance, causing it to collapse like a high-rise building subjected to internal demolition. A space of thousands of meters collapsed in unison. Dust filled the air. After a short while, as the dust settled, Lin Feng looked around. “Damn it!” The ultimate boss, Lin Feng, took in a deep breath, feeling the chill freeze his very teeth. Was this really still just a game, an online game? Since when could the spatial barriers, meant to be the most basic obstacles in game instances, be destroyed by magic spells? Just moments ago, he had been secretly pleased, truly believing that by risking his life along with his thirteen underbosses, they could exhaust the resources of the three massive player armies outside the instance. But who could have thought that the spatial barriers within the game instance could also be deliberately destroyed by players? This was a real mess now; the area around was filled with dark masses of human players, and further away, two other teams, sensing an opportunity, were also gearing up, surrounding them from both flanks. At this sight, even if the inner circle of bosses could break through the encirclement of the human forces, the other two fresh armies would not gain much advantage either. Damn it! What was there left to fight for?
Soon, from the ranks of the human army, a woman as beautiful as a flower stepped forward. She scrutinized Lin Feng and his group of boss underlings intensely, chattering away in a foreign tongue. Lin Feng, in his role as the ultimate boss, the biggest of them all, now appeared as a colossal golden-armored war god, his visage made impressive by the system. His appearance was certainly striking, making him an easy target. Upon hearing the female player speak, Lin Feng was momentarily stunned. Although he couldn’t understand the specifics of what she was saying, as a true otaku, he had one particular interest shared by otakus worldwide. Influenced by this interest, when the woman started speaking, although he didn’t understand a single word, he immediately recognized her identity. A Japanese girl player? Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, not caring if she could see his expression through his golden armor, and moved forward. He understood the word “Baka” though. Just as he made to move, a samurai with a small mustache jumped out beside the woman, bared his teeth in a bizarre shout, and brandished his Japanese sword with a gleam, showing full alertness and intent to attack.
It was only then that Lin Feng noticed the attire of these players he had been fighting for half the day. The delicate woman wore something akin to a kimono, while the mustached man was dressed like the typical ronin samurai seen in TV dramas. Looking around, although there were variations in colors, most of the human players were dressed in typical Japanese samurai fashion. The only distinguishing features, aside from the style of their clothing, were the types and numbers of Japanese swords they carried. Lin Feng was increasingly bewildered. Could it be that he had somehow teleported into the Japanese server of “Fantasy World”?
