Sacred Souls: Genesis-Chapter 136 - 135: Bounty (1 update)

Chapter 136: Chapter 135: Bounty (1 update)

Elemental Mage really isn’t suited for PK, or to say, it’s a class with a limited ceiling for PK.

After Can Xin landed three sets of skills on Blackpot Cookmeat… there was no ‘after’.

The result of not being able to instant-kill Blackpot Cookmeat meant that during his skill cooldown, he was pinned to the ground and beaten by Blackpot Cookmeat.

Literally pinned to the ground and beaten, Blackpot Cookmeat stepped on Can Xin’s back, pressing him down in such a manner while ceaselessly shooting at Can Xin’s head with a revolver.

Next to him was a straw man that Can Xin had for preserving his life, but such a dummy was almost non-existent for professional players.

They’re not those dumb monsters; Blackpot Cookmeat maximized the advantages of a Wandering Gunman, and the moment Can Xin deployed his straw man, Blackpot Cookmeat hit the fleeing Can Xin with a Floating Bullet.

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Then… his own show began.

“Gather up! Gather up! Our guild leader is being attacked!”

“It’s people from the Dancing Nuclear Guild!”

Just as Blackpot Cookmeat finished a combo and Can Xin’s health had dropped below ten percent, the forest erupted with a barrage of shouting.

“You call for help in a one-on-one?” Blackpot Cookmeat, seeing the members of the Abyss Temple charging at him from a distance, decisively gave up on finishing off Can Xin and dodged a Quantum Bomb falling from the sky with a back jump.

“Who calls this a one-on-one in a wild map! And could you run that far on a PK field!” Can Xin stood up from the ground, humiliated, with his health below five percent.

However, Can Xin played by the rules and only pulled out an HP potion to chug after Blackpot Cookmeat exited combat mode.

Blackpot Cookmeat also took a swig of an HP potion, but suddenly shouts came from all directions.

“What? Our Cola Fanatic Guild leader is being attacked?”

“Ah? I haven’t been attacked.”

“Who dares to touch our Gray Eyes Association’s guild leader?”

“Touch my ass! Your guild leader isn’t even online.”

“Brothers! Our guild leader has been one-shotted by a Mystic Turtle!”

“Your guild leader gets one-shotted by a monster and you come to PK us? Are you sick?”

Intentionally or not… As soon as the members of the Abyss Temple shouted on the map that their guild leader was under attack, the message spread like wildfire across the entire battlefield.

What was essentially a brawl involving hundreds of players suddenly unveiled the curtain on a full-scale PVP battle, with the major guilds losing control and erupting into chaos in an instant.

Blackpot Cookmeat threw away the empty HP potion bottle and reloaded his revolver before saying to Can Xin…

“Second round?”

“Second round my ass! Hotpot is on me! Brothers, charge!” Can Xin bellowed.

The fighting within a 700-meter radius of the starting point gradually intensified, and at the same time, a group of onlooking Magic Thieves watching the battlefield down below couldn’t help but shiver.

“Why can they mercilessly slaughter their own brethren?” Denghis Xisi’s chief apprentice spoke with an expression of incomprehension.

“Too cruel.”

The other apprentices watching the major guilds below slaughtering their own people and laughing merrily found the sight too much to bear and turned their heads.

“They don’t see each other as brethren, just as I have said, the outside world is filled with strife and killing.”

Denghis Xisi took this opportunity to further instruct his apprentices.

The core members of the Magic Thief organization he had founded were young children, while many of the fringe members were heinous criminals that Denghis Xisi had recruited.

These criminals surely had more combat prowess and methods than the youngsters, but the core of the Magic Thieves had to be these apprentices because only they would fully obey Denghis Xisi.

Besides stealing the magic power of Biland Island, Denghis Xisi’s goal also included establishing a brand-new nation on this island.

The players’ brutal slaughter of each other served as a perfect negative example. Denghis Xisi could use this to emphatically tell his apprentices how cruel the outside world is.

Regrettably, the group of Magic Thieves hadn’t had enough time to watch the live stream of the ‘massive national war PK’ before their stream signal… was destroyed by an anxious player-dad who released an awakening skill and wiped out the energy bird in one fell swoop.

The image on the Crystal Ball was suddenly cut off, and Denghis Xisi’s speech was interrupted mid-sentence. The over one hundred Magic Thief apprentices looked at each other in bewilderment, seeing fear on their faces as they looked at Denghis Xisi.

“Do we really have to fight against them in the future, Mentor?” some of the younger Magic Thief apprentices asked.

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“The outside world is cruel. They aim to invade this island, do you think they will let you go if you run away? Just like the soldiers from other empires,” Denghis Xisi said loudly.

The last sentence about soldiers from other empires struck a chord, as many of the young people were from the lower strata of the four great empires’ society. Essentially, they were no different from the vicious criminals.

“So, only by fighting back and gaining stronger power will people listen to you. Now you should go and improve your abilities,” Denghis Xisi said.

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The battlefield mission eventually ended before the players completely destroyed the forest surrounding the initial stronghold.

Although the Dancing Nuclear Guild was the focus of this PK battlefield, they still managed to win three Persistent Stone stronghold seeds.

The Abyss Temple’s achievement was the same as the Dancing Nuclear Guild’s with three seeds, while the other five major guilds each won one. The most unfortunate was the Cola Fanatic Guild, who had been forced into the PK battlefield without a single win.

“Front line buying Persistent Stone stronghold seeds! Offering 500,000!”

After asking around among his own guild members if anyone ranked in the top twenty in contributions, their string of negative responses almost caused Bubble to collapse.

“Guild Master, we have six ordinary stronghold seeds here. That should be enough for us to make do,” Mocha said as she heard the cash price of 500,000, which she found incredibly painful. Although she was a member of the Cola Fanatic Guild, in reality, she was just a broadcaster who barely made ends meet, and she was the kind of friend to Bubble that could play games together.

500,000 was enough to make the down payment on a house within the fourth ring in the real world!

“The initial area of the ordinary stronghold seeds is simply not enough. Hey! Old Song! You’ve got three, haven’t you? Sell us one for 600,000!”

Bubble was nearly frantic. Sure that following missions on the Biland Island map would continue to offer rewards related to stronghold seeds, but as one of the top eight guilds, they had to be among the first to establish a stronghold.

The difference between being the first and the second batch was huge, as the popularity gap with the player community would be night and day! Moreover, the competition for strongholds among the major guilds would definitely be fierce.

Based on the official website’s introduction of the stronghold system, this game’s strongholds weren’t like the guild halls in “Strife” – merely chat rooms for guild members to talk in.

The strongholds on Biland Island featured highly customizable content, including buildings within the stronghold, walls, resource gathering, and even the ability to recruit NPCs to run shops!

This was essentially a building and business management game where players could act as mayors and create their own towns!

Given its commercial value according to Bubble’s perspective, the potential of the spirit game would surely skyrocket in the future, making the stronghold system on Biland Island an enormous gold mine.

And now, Bubble didn’t even have the key to this gold mine.

“How much did you say you’re buying for?” Mo Shigui stopped in his tracks to ask.

“600,000! Are you selling for 600,000? We can negotiate the price!” Bubble shouted.

“That expensive? Sorry, this is guild property, I can’t sell it personally,” Mo Shigui said as he brushed past Bubble and walked into Fureya’s tree hole.

With his shout, Bubble effectively raised the price of a Persistent Stone stronghold seed to a level an ordinary player wouldn’t even dare to dream of.

But no matter how high the price, Bubble had to find a way to obtain one – this was like investing in real estate, where the initial investment is for a staggering profit later on.

Unfortunately, nobody responded to him.

“Guild Master, let’s make do and build one with the ordinary stronghold seeds,” someone proposed.

“Post on the forums! And on Weibo! Issue a public bounty!” Bubble’s personality was of the type who believed ‘there’s nothing money can’t solve’ and ‘with money, you must have your way’.

“Ah? With your personal account, Guild Master?”

“Yes!”