“Puhahaha! Dog man and woman! Who did this, this is too funny, cough cough…” Su Yao, who was dragged by Qin Chuan to watch, also laughed so hard she pounded the table, feeling so relieved. She had planned to ignore this couple’s wedding, but being called to watch, she witnessed this scene.
“This megaphone is really strange,” Qin Chuan said quietly from the side, “I knew there would be a show.”
“Yeah, hahaha, could it be a GM? Only GMs have the authority to make such announcements, cough cough…” Su Yao was still laughing until she was out of breath.
“GMs aren’t that great.”
In a large online game, having hundreds or even thousands of GMs is normal, with low wages; they’re the lowest rung in the game company, basically like customer service reps. You think they have much power? To use announcements to curse at people? Unless they don’t want to work anymore,” Qin Chuan said coldly, “Also, I don’t have a wife.”
“Oh, who says you don’t have a wife! Look, isn’t that her? Your wife is so beautiful, hahaha…”
“And there’s your husband too.”
“I’m not interested in men, thanks.”
“By the way, you haven’t told me your name yet; I don’t know how to address you, should I call you Chang Sheng… cough cough…”
In the crowded internet café, Su Yao’s mouth was quickly covered by a slender hand with long nails. “My name is Qin Chuan,” he whispered.
Meanwhile, in the next booth, the bickering between Su Yao and Qin Chuan sounded to Wang Shenmu like a scene of an adulterous affair. Dog man and woman are everywhere, he cursed again, then noticed that only three people were left where he had just been standing in the game. One was himself. Another was Mary, the level 10 female priest who had previously hindered him from chopping wood. And there was a level 50 rogue named San Tu Chuan, wearing junk gear, not moving, probably crashed.
Wang Shenmu glanced at the rapidly scrolling chat box in the lower left corner and immediately understood what was happening.
[Global Channel] Cang Hai Yi Sheng Xiao: Thank you, friends, for attending the wedding. Please head to the seaside outside Tian Ya City to receive a wedding red envelope of 10 ingots each, distributed by the two ministers from Xia, Kuang Zhua Xiong Mao and Yi Zhi You Ai De Qiu. Please hurry, only the first twenty thousand to arrive will receive it, no exceptions, thank you!
Ji Cang Hai spammed the megaphones, repeating his message to keep it from being washed away. Upon hearing there was money to be collected, countless alt accounts rushed towards Tian Ya City, emptying the wedding hall in an instant. This was a good strategy to quickly clear the place. Now, only some wealthy players lingered, chatting, along with dignitaries from various countries who planned to stay until the end of the wedding to flatter.
“Guests, this way, please, this way!”
The group of relatives and friends of the bride and groom greeted them, leading them to the entrance of the ceremony hall for a group photo. Meanwhile, on the large plaza below the steps, only three people remained. “Are you causing trouble?” Han Yanyan immediately spotted the level 50 assassin, Santuchuan. He was once one of her favorite ATMs—just two hours ago, she had withdrawn six thousand ingots from him, though those ingots had now all been spent on shouting in the game. “Honey, are you talking about… her?” Ji Canghai thought Han Yanyan was referring to the level 10 little priest “Mary Next Door” standing beside the assassin. After all, Ji Canghai believed that a man wouldn’t dare challenge his authority. The troublemaker must be a little girl who secretly admired him but couldn’t have him, now filled with resentment upon seeing him marry. With his sharp mind, Ji Canghai quickly defined the situation. “Are you cheating?” Ji Canghai asked Little Mary, feeling that her face looked very familiar.
Qin Chuan pulled Su Yao, who was trying to wrestle with him, away, saying, “Hey, your husband is calling for you.” Su Yao let out a roar; what she saw was Ji Canghai’s face on the screen. “Fuck! Cheating my ass!” Su Yao flipped the table in frustration.
She couldn’t be bothered to type and instead threw a Holy Light Ball at him. Unfortunately, the Holy Light Ball was the only skill she could cast at her current level. She knew well that against the God’s Armor Set he wore, it was like scratching an itch. Indeed, the spell hit, but the damage was 0. King Canghai of Daxia laughed, with countless “0s” floating around him, the defense of the God’s Armor Set an insurmountable mountain for the level 10 little priest. The game’s balance ensured that a level 10 was not a match for a level 50. The level 50 assassin Santuchuan had already learned almost all his skills, the only difference being the skill levels, like the difference between a level 1 Eagle Strike and a level 10 Eagle Strike. If the operation was skilled enough, even a level 1 Eagle Strike could kill a max-level player. But for a level 10 priest, she could only learn the most basic spells like the Holy Light Ball, without the chance to learn advanced skills.
Su Yao felt utterly miserable; never had she been this frustrated, her skills were there, but her level was too low.
What she couldn’t stand was that Ji Canghai had the audacity to flaunt his “God’s Armor Set” at his wedding!
Amidst the screams of Princess Liuli, Little Mary bombarded Ji Canghai’s face with numerous Holy Light Balls. “You dare to hit my husband, you slut?!” Han Yanyan was not one to be trifled with; once she recovered from her initial shock, she immediately pulled out her weapon—the Six-Winged Holy Angel Staff—and cast a Thunderous Holy Law towards Little Mary. But before she could finish laughing, she saw Little Mary had been killed.
Su Yao felt utterly miserable; her level was too low, she hadn’t even learned the basic movement skills, and could only watch helplessly as she was blasted to death. “Qin! Your wife just killed me! Avenge me, now!
As Su Yao bared her teeth and demanded revenge from Qin Chuan, he had already used his level 50 assassin to leap to the distant rooftop of the hall, looking down at Liuli, out of her attack range, coldly typing, “We are not the ones causing trouble, Liuli, don’t make trouble for yourself.”
“Let me tell you, you trash,” said Princess Liuli, wearing her colorful robe and wielding the Six-Winged Holy Angel Staff, not minding the cost in ingots to shout through the megaphone: “I, Liuli, am the number one priest in the server! You’re not even worthy to lick my feet!”
“Don’t be angry, Liuli, don’t stoop to the level of trash, let’s report her for hacking!”
“Yeah, the crackdown on hackers has been weak lately, Liuli, don’t you know someone in the internal management of the game company? Get them to crack down on hackers, and ban this trash’s account while you’re at it!”
” —There’s a kind of awesomeness called the friends and family group.
Su Yao… didn’t feel the need to curse anymore. She let Little Mary’s body float there, calmly smiling. In her years as the National Advisor of Daxia, she had heard all kinds of insults. The level of cursing by Princess Yan’s friends group still needed practice. She remembered when she had verbally crushed Luo Zishang so much that he dared not step into Tianya City again, and now, these so-called gods were probably still drinking milk when she was already famous.