This kind of play is so underhanded, it's practically invincible!
A player from the Blackwater Guild said coldly, "Retreat first. His casting range should only be 80 meters. We'll post on the forum now, telling everyone to stay at least 80 meters away from the poison circle and not give him a chance to reap experience. Also, even if the poison circle eventually shrinks to cover the entire instance, we can choose to commit suicide instead of giving the experience to someone who doesn't belong to our guild."
As they spoke, the players retreated, maintaining a safe distance from the poison circle.
Qingchen stood inside the poison circle, took out his LCD screen and contacted FFF: "Have you placed bets on the online time, today's kill count, and leaderboard changes?"
FFF replied: "Boss, the bet is placed. It was placed at the Superconducting World Gambling Center, with an expected return of 270 million. That's the betting limit at the gambling center."
FFF continued, "By the way, boss, the war between Storm City and the Giants Dynasty is about to begin, and I plan to return to the battlefield."
Qing Chen asked, "Since you've already completed your military service, why are you going back to the battlefield?"
“I’m currently a Level 6 Free Citizen. Maybe if I earn some more merits, I can become a citizen,” FFF replied. “I made some money this time. I plan to launder some of it and buy two gene serums on the black market to upgrade myself. That way, I might be able to get citizenship. Also, I’ll try to launder some of your money, boss.”
The people of the Western Continent yearn for identity as much as the people of the Outer World yearn for a house. Without identity, they are forever inferior, and free citizens cannot even raise their voices in front of ordinary citizens.
Qing Chen asked, "What's your name?"
FFF hesitated for a moment before saying, "My name is Lü Zhe, and my free citizen ID is 299020911."
Revealing this information is tantamount to entrusting one's life to Qing Chen.
Qingchen thought for a moment and gave FFF the game contact information of the four raccoons: "Contact these four players and tell them that White Light is planning to help them level up."
After saying that, he logged off immediately.
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Outside the Multiverse No. 8, players were chatting on the forum, each with a monitor in hand.
This LCD screen is almost a standard accessory for players, allowing them to access various information at any time, even in dungeons.
Zhongyu is still using a blank whiteboard; he can't afford an LCD screen, so he can only borrow one from others.
While the other players were discussing, he stood to the side, listening intently.
When he heard that White Light had slaughtered hundreds of players, his eyes lit up, and he muttered, "Killing hundreds of people without blinking an eye, so evil, so evil."
When Zhong Yu heard the players cursing Qing Chen for being treacherous, he thought to himself, "Those who achieve great things should not be bothered by trifles. How could he be treacherous at such a short time?"
I have to say, this white supremacist is just my type. It would be interesting to join forces with someone like him to rule the Western Continent!
It was at this time that the Blackwater Guild Leader, Phoenix Guild Leader, and Black Spider gathered together.
The two guild leaders looked at Black Spider with unfriendly expressions: "Why didn't anyone from your Storm Guild come to join us?"
Black Spider sneered, "My men are all in the south. You made your move before I could even regroup, so are you going to blame me for that? Don't worry, I won't recruit him in private."
The white man's light is the Joker. Even if she wanted to recruit him, she had to give up. Otherwise, if the royal police investigated, she would be suspected of treason.
"What do we do now? White Light has exploited a bug in the poison circle, and we have no way to deal with him," said Blackwater. "He has the advantage of timing and location this time. As long as he hides in the poison circle until the end, he will definitely be the final victor. Even Hades probably can't do anything to him."
Black Spider pondered for a moment: "There are two things to do now. First, we need to stop the Light of the White from continuing to upgrade. At the very least, we can't let him steal Hades's position and advance to S-class combat master, otherwise the situation will get out of control!"
"You make it sound so easy. Even Hades can't beat him in the poison circle," said the Phoenix Guild leader.
Black Spider narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a dangerous aura: "I heard you became the guild leader by selling your ass to Duke Phoenix. I didn't believe it before, but I do now."
This black spider is a beauty, but she is so cruel and mean that many people overlook her appearance.
President Phoenix glared at him angrily: "How dare you slander Duke Phoenix?"
Black Spider sneered, "What can you do to me? Shut up and listen to me quietly. First, all guild players should collect airdrops in the center of the dungeon. We'll use the remaining few days to observe and see if we can find weapons with extremely long range to ambush White Light. A-level players in the Superconducting World don't have a sixth sense. If we get cannons and sniper rifles, he might not survive. I have snipers in there."
She knew Qingchen was a good shot, but if Qingchen didn't have a sixth sense, he would still be sniped to death.
Black Spider continued, "The second step is to set a trap to lure him out to get points and see if he falls for it. If he does, we won't have to put in any more effort."
"The third step is that if we still can't deal with him in the last two days, we should find Hades and let everyone be killed by him. His S-level ultimate move can sacrifice a thousand people to become bone dragons. Those things have high health and defense, so they should be able to hold out in the poison circle for a while."
President Phoenix and President Blackwater gasped in shock. Black Spider's suicidal attempt to enhance Hades seemed feasible!
At least there's room for retaliation now, so we won't be at their mercy!
"Step four..."
"There's a fourth step?"
Black Spider sneered: "While agreeing to Hades's offer of sacrifice, he also demanded that Hades commit suicide if he couldn't win, and that his S-rank rank not fall into the hands of the White Light."
Will Hades agree?
"Of course he'll agree. He doesn't want to do anything that benefits the enemy, does he?" Black Spider sneered. "Then comes the fifth step. Six days later, all guilds will gather their elites to block this place. Once the White Light comes out, kill him instantly, no matter what level he is at that time. He'll have to delete his account and start over."
Black Spider's meticulous and orderly plans were designed to block all of Qing Chen's paths.
Even if Qing Chen rises to the S-rank combat master level inside, she will make him return to being a blank slate!
The Phoenix Guild Leader and the Blackwater Guild Leader glanced at her, thinking to themselves that they absolutely mustn't offend this kind of venomous woman, otherwise, the moment you do something, she'll have a five-step plan ready to retaliate...
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Qingchen opened his eyes in the foreman's private room and listened silently to the sounds outside.
It was already 6 p.m., and he logged off at that time to have lunch.
Qing Chen pushed open the door and saw the slaves silently eating their coarse food. He asked with a gloomy face, "Where is my food?"
The foreman muttered to himself, "Nobody said they were going to prepare meals for you. You used to eat at the villa, so we didn't prepare any meals for you here."
Qing Chen raised an eyebrow. The butler was supposed to be a C-level gene warrior, so why did this foreman suddenly become so stubborn?
So, during the few hours they were in the superconducting world, the Crimson Blood Squad must have made some promise to the foreman.
It seems the other party is determined to ostracize me.
Chapter 830, One's New Body
"Nobody told you to prepare food for me?" Qing Chen said coldly. "So you're not obligated to prepare any?"
The atmosphere in the slave dormitory suddenly dropped. Qing Chen approached the foreman, gently lifted him by the collar with one hand, and hoisted him into the air.
He sneered, "If you want to take sides, you have to see if you're qualified. What makes you think you're qualified to take sides?"
The foreman's face turned red: "You dare to kill someone on the Marquis's estate?"
Qing Chen asked in confusion, "Why wouldn't you dare? You're nothing but slaves."
The slave beside him panicked and hurriedly explained, "You used to eat in the villa. Here we only serve coarse protein bars, which you can hardly swallow. If we were to suddenly prepare slave food for you, you would feel offended. Please don't make things difficult for us; we have no other choice."
Qing Chen asked, "You're in charge of cooking for the villa, why didn't you leave me a meal?"
"The officers of the Crimson Blood Squad won't allow it..."
Qing Chen tossed the foreman aside, picked up a protein bar from the table, and noted that with the advancement of technology in both the Eastern and Western continents, protein bars had become a staple food.
He took a bite and was shocked to find that this thing tasted even worse than the ones from the Eastern Continent Federation; it was like chewing on a candle.
To maintain his public persona, Qing Chen snorted and spat out the protein bar, then threw it on the ground.
A slave whispered, "The officers of the Crimson Blood Squad said that you can go back to your home and wait. They will notify you when it's time to assemble."
Qing Chen sneered: "This is outrageous!"
After saying that, he turned and left the slave quarters, heading out of the manor.
The butler also owns his own property outside the manor, a 'mansion' of over 200 square meters.
He was a working man, not the Marquis of Kennedy's slave. The Marquis had even given him a sum of money as a token of his gratitude.
Storm City is divided into fourteen districts.
The Upper Seven districts are only available to citizens and are located in the city center.
The Lower Seventh District is home to both free citizens and slaves, and also houses the city's largest slave market and black market, a melting pot of all sorts of people.
This shows the importance of status. Although the butler worked at the Kennedy Marquis estate and even saved the Marquis's life, the house still had to be bought in the Lower Seven District.
Therefore, the butler rarely returned to his house in the Lower Seventh District; he loathed it. Even though his house was one of the few mansions in the entire slum, he still hated it, as if it were a constant reminder that he was still a lowly free man.
In addition, the butler is currently a Level 6 Freeman, not far from becoming a Citizen.
Of course, what does it have to do with Qingchen if the butler hates that place?
Qing Chen couldn't wait to leave Kennedy Estate, so that no one would be watching him every day! Moreover, since arriving in Storm City, he hadn't had a chance to go out, and now everything was going to go as he wished.
For him, he felt that his life gradually began to improve after the Crimson Blood Squad appeared!
As Qing Chen walked out of the manor, someone in the shadows immediately followed him, silently monitoring his every move.
Qing Chen seemed completely unaware of this.
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In the manor.
The foreman picked up the protein bar, wiped it, put it in his mouth, and went out while eating it.
He arrived at the villa's entrance, and the man in black stood on the steps, looking down at him, and asked, "Has he eaten?"
The foreman shook his head: "I didn't eat it, I threw it on the ground."
"Doesn't he intend to come after me?" Blackie asked with a smile.
The foreman quickly flattered, "How could he dare? You are all the most elite soldiers under the Marquis's command. Why would he hold a grudge against you? He wouldn't dare even if you had a million lives."
"I understand. Go back now. I won't take you with me to the battlefield this time, don't worry," Black waved his hand.
When nobles like Lan Shan went to the battlefield, they would inevitably bring slaves to serve their daily needs.
The survival rate of these slaves on the battlefield was extremely low, and not all slaves were willing to change their fate. Therefore, finding a way to avoid going to the battlefield was what the slaves had to do.
The foreman dared to take sides because of this.
Black looked at the sky outside the manor and sneered. This butler was too easy to drive away; he just went home when told to.
The Storm Duke's summons could come suddenly at any time, and the emergency assembly time would be at most two hours. Therefore, anyone on the soldier roster who exceeds the time limit will be subject to military law and sent to a military court by the Black Spider.