Building a Gaming Empire From Scratch-Chapter 615 - 583: “Dao Heart” Collapse

Chapter 615: Chapter 583: “Dao Heart” Collapse

Protest marches in the streets of Germany are still in full swing.

The virtual world of Amiens, France’s battlefield against Daxia, is also filled with the smoke of gunpowder.

However, Turner, who is in the midst of it all, is now solely focused on figuring out: how did they get that gorgeous sword and that gorgeous bullet?

But communication channels in the battlefield are limited to only those in the same faction, and communication with opponents is not possible.

To communicate with opponents, he has to get close enough to shout out loud.

This is not an easy task amidst the hail of bullets in the battlefield.

But Turner does not want to miss this opportunity—

“Brothers, let’s push harder! Let’s pin the enemy back to their base! I have questions for them, and it’s impossible to talk while we are shooting!”

“OK!”

“No problem! Charge!”

“Last time we got caught off guard, this time we’ll definitely push them back!”

…

His teammates join in the chorus.

The live broadcast room is filled with cheers of encouragement as well.

Then, their home base F was stolen.

Turner immediately changed his mind: “Reinforcements! It must have been that team who stole our base, I want to ask them questions!”

The group rushed back to reinforce, successfully intercepting the Daxia squad on the road between points F and E.

Turner was overjoyed, “You guys…”

Before he could finish his sentence, bullets flew towards him.

Turner’s head burst into blood, and he fell dead on the spot.

“FUCK!!!” Turner cursed in anger.

However, just as he finished speaking, a teammate dragged him by the ankle back to cover and revived him with an injection.

After reviving, Turner took a deep breath to steady his emotional roller coaster, and then peeked cautiously from around the corner to assess the situation.

However, he had barely exposed a third of his head, with only one eye visible, when a bullet accurately penetrated his helmet and cracked open his skull.

“WTF!” Turner, who had just settled his emotions, could not help but curse again.

Reviving at point E and charging out of their stronghold, he swore that if he stuck his head out again, he would be a dog!

However, as soon as he charged out of the stronghold, he saw that the opposing team was charging straight towards point E!

Turner hurriedly retreated back to the stronghold and shouted, “Friend! Can we add each other in Cloud Dream?”

No one paid attention to him, only the ceaseless sound of gunfire.

“Please give me a friend’s spot!” Out of helplessness, he used the same line that his fans often shouted at him.

Nevertheless, the other side remained unmoved, focusing solely on storming point E for a major battle.

Turner could only reluctantly engage in combat.

Luckily, the main battle was still happening between points D and C on the two bridges, where the French players’ primary respawn point was still E. With the proximity between E and D making reinforcements convenient, the battle finally reached a temporary stalemate.

However, it was also due to this that Turner finally had time to think. Temporarily putting aside the “sword” and “bullet” distractions, he began to observe the overall situation.

The result of this observation left him shocked—

The Daxia players on the other side were so strong!

He was already a player with a good winning rate and extensive gaming experience. Furthermore, his team may not be filled with experts, but at least they were all skilled players.

Yet such a team, which could frequently dominate in T2 War Zone, crumbled twice in a row when facing this Daxia squad!

Despite having more than twice the number of opponents, they were continuously wiped out before he could respawn and join them!

“Is this… the true value of [The World’s Strongest]?”

Turner sincerely lamented.

“Do German and Russian players fight against such opponents every day?!”

“If that’s the case, then the reputation of this T1 War Zone…”

He did not voice the rest of his thoughts in the live broadcast, but he did indeed think—

‘It’s better not to have it!’

This gaming experience is just too bad!

As more and more players gathered in this direction, Turner quickly got another bad premonition. frёewebnoѵēl.com

It must be said that his battlefield sense was quite good. His premonition was soon proven correct once again—

The bridge at point D was lost.

Immediately after, the majority of the Daxia players arrived, and E fell as well.

In the blink of an eye, the only stronghold they held was the recently recaptured point F. However, as they resisted the encroaching Daxia army, their defense became extremely difficult.

Only by relying on the constant revival of players at their home base could they manage not to lose their last stronghold.

This also meant—

They’ve been pushed back home!

It has been less than 10 minutes since Turner shouted “Push the enemy back to their base”…

And now, he is crouching at home, doubting his own life choices.

It’s not just him who’s doubting, his fanbase is too.

Not only are his fans doubting, but almost all the French players on the battlefield are doubting their life choices too.

Even the French audience watching the live stream is starting to waver:

“Is T1 War Zone full of monsters like this?”

“Maybe we should just give up, T2 isn’t so bad.”

“Is there a chance this is just a fluke?”

…

The only good news is that as Turner gets pushed back to his base, it seems that the opponents have let their guard down, and Turner’s friend request finally gets a response —

The other side accepts his friend request!

“You guys are so strong!!!” Turner’s first private message is full of genuine praise for the opponent.

“Uh… thanks?” The Daxia player with the nickname [Burning] replies.

“Bro, can I ask a question?”

“Go ahead.” The opponent replies without hesitation.

“Why is your sword and bullets different from ours? Can you tell me where they come from?” Turner asked nervously.

The opponent doesn’t reply immediately.

This makes Turner even more nervous.

Fortunately, the other side doesn’t stay silent for long, and soon messages him back, sending two achievements directly —

[Freedom Day·One in Ten Thousand]

[Freedom Day·Champion]

The first achievement, rewards [Inscription Bullet]; the second achievement, rewards [Champion’s Sword].

“Freedom Day?” Turner is familiar with the first two words, but when all three are combined, it becomes a bit unfamiliar.

No matter, with the convenient channels provided by Cloud Dream, a quick search is all it takes.

Soon enough, he finds the relevant information about the [Assassin’s League·Freedom Day] event, and even watches a few videos with great interest — after all, there’s no hope for this match, and he’s resigned himself to that fact.

Good news: after watching the [Freedom Day] event information, his previously almost completely despondent mood has been significantly alleviated.

Because what they faced wasn’t the average level of Daxia players, but a team led by the champion team directly.

It was a competition with a whopping 13.8 million players participating!

How could one who managed to become a champion in such a large-scale competition be ordinary?

Losing to them is nothing but reasonable.

The total number of virtual reality game players in France hasn’t even reached 10 million yet…

His pre-match taunt of “Feel the true meaning of [World’s Strongest]” really was a self-fulfilling prophecy.

It nearly completely shattered his confidence.

After this match ends, he still needs to guide all the viewers in understanding the [Freedom Day] event and introduce the level of opponents they encountered just now.

Otherwise, countless players and viewers might explode in frustration, even completely losing the desire to advance to the T1 War Zone…

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On the other side, the protest parade reaches its climax.

The cold weather of December cannot cover up the fervent emotions in the crowd.

Carl waves his flag, his shoulder already sore and tired, but he refuses to stop and rest.

Considering the examples of the ineffective protests in the United Kingdom and America, he doesn’t expect success in just one try.

But he has already made up his mind: if it’s not successful this time, he will take it even further next time!

Not through violence and looting like in America, but through more effective means —

A strike!

In such cold weather, frequent protests are unrealistic, but a strike is much simpler.

Just strike, rightfully stay at home playing games, isn’t it much better than going to work?

Though their strike isn’t strictly adhering to labor laws, it’s not led by any union or aimed at a specific industry, and in all respects, it isn’t very formal.

But it doesn’t matter, as long as there are enough participants, then we’re in the right!

Besides, striking is a German tradition!

There have been political strikes in history too.

As long as this protest fails, he will go online and call for a strike!

“Let’s show these politicians the power of the working class!”

Carl makes up his mind in his heart.