MMORPG: Martial Gamer

Chapter 1688 1688: Drinking and Eating Meat

The Sanguine Thousand Miles intelligent chip was essentially a semi-finished product. Its main function was not to enhance the user's abilities but to maximize the user's potential.

It's like trying to force an eight-armed Suzuki Alto to accelerate to the speed of a sports car. It might work for a while, but over time it would inevitably overload and lead to a catastrophic breakdown.

Fortunately, the game <<Rebirth>> equipped an emergency rescue system to prevent acute conditions for players with heart diseases and other ailments, providing immediate assistance to Sanguine Thousand Miles. Otherwise, he would have already been in dire straits.

"Overloaded... for a week?"

Hearing Sanguine Wanli's words, Sanguine Thousand Miles was taken aback and quickly asked, "What about the others?"

"They also experienced some aftereffects, but not as severe as yours. They have all recovered now", Sanguine Wanli replied blandly. "But you—why is it so serious?"

"Well..."

Sanguine Thousand Miles was momentarily speechless.

He had been using this intelligent chip for quite some time, and he knew some other players who used it as well; he got his chip from them.

After using it for so long, aside from feeling a bit fatigued each time he logged off, he had never experienced any significant overload in his brain. Yet this time, he ended up in this situation after being beaten, which was quite hard to believe.

It was worth considering what kind of opponents Sanguine Thousand Miles had faced before. Even without the intelligent chip, he could still defeat them, so the chip's effect was not particularly significant.

But this time, who was he up against? Wang Yu! The top expert, capable of dealing with god-level bosses with ease, someone who gave game developers headaches...

The difficulty of Sanguine Thousand Miles' opponent had jumped from easy to hell level, comparable to suddenly accelerating a regular car to Formula racing speed; a breakdown was entirely to be expected.

"What happened between the Sanguine Alliance and the Quan Zhen Sect in the end?"

After pondering for a moment, Sanguine Thousand Miles asked this question.

The battle between the Sanguine Alliance and the Quan Zhen Sect was the starting point of everything, and Sanguine Thousand Miles was someone who never forgot his roots.

"They lost!"

Sanguine Wanli said indifferently. "The Sanguine Alliance lost to the Quan Zhen Sect, and all the assets of the guild's base now belong to the Quan Zhen Sect. The Sanguine Warflag and the others resigned in shame after the guild lost. It's trivial, you don't need to worry about it."

Tsk, tsk, tsk, see? This is what wealthy people are like.

To people like Sanguine Stormbringer and the others, the assets of the Sanguine Alliance were absolutely more important than their lives, yet to Sanguine Wanli, it was just insignificant. After all, this guild was only for fun and investment; whether it existed or not didn't matter much, especially compared to his son's life.

"Oh..."

Sanguine Thousand Miles was not surprised at the outcome of the Sanguine Alliance; he had already seen it coming before he fainted.

"Alright! A man should not fear failure!" Seeing his son look disheartened, Sanguine Wanli encouraged him. "Don't be discouraged by a single failure. I'll give you another company to play with, but this time, don't put your life on the line, okay?"

"Got it, Dad..."

Sanguine Thousand Miles nodded vigorously, and the atmosphere in the room was filled with paternal affection and harmony.

There's a saying, don't challenge my pocket money with your annual salary...

There's no helping it, reality is like this; in the game, you might have beaten some players you thought were weak, but so what? What you think is very important may just be trivial toys in the eyes of those losers.

So everyone should play games in moderation and never let their emotions lead them to ruin, as that's just hard-earned wisdom.

Don't mind Uncle Bull's preaching; he's just trying to fill in some words—writing isn't easy, so cherish it as you go.

...

In the Twilight City, the sun was still hanging high, bathing the city walls in a bloody glow that spread across the ground, making the city seem even more tragic and easily reminiscent of the guild war between the Sanguine Alliance and the Quan Zhen Sect a week ago.

However, the only one feeling tragic was Sanguine Thousand Miles. As for the Quan Zhen Sect, Sanguine Stormbringer, and all the players of the Sanguine Alliance, they were the ones who brought sorrow to Sanguine Thousand Miles.

...

After eliminating Sanguine Thousand Miles, the Sanguine Alliance no longer had anyone daring to oppose the Quan Zhen Sect. As per their previous agreement, the Sanguine Warflag and Sanguine Stormbringer paid one million gold coins to redeem all the assets of the Sanguine Alliance from the Quan Zhen Sect.

With Sanguine Thousand Miles's body still warm, the two guilds split the Sanguine Alliance assets between them—one took the money, the other took the goods.

Such a blatant division was quite unseemly, and the players in Twilight City were not children; it was obvious to anyone how Sanguine Thousand Miles had died and how the Sanguine Alliance had met its end.

This battle not only showcased the methods of the Quan Zhen Sect to all players in Twilight City but also intimidated all the guilds that were itching to move.

No matter how much you develop your guild, don't think you can challenge the status of the Quan Zhen Sect just because you've been around for a while; the Sanguine Alliance was strong, yet they still met an untimely demise.

In reality, whether Sanguine Thousand Miles existed or not, and even whether the Sanguine Alliance existed, didn't significantly affect the players of Twilight City. They still lived their lives and completed their dungeons—after all, without the Sanguine Alliance, there were other guilds.

...

On the city walls of Dusk, a group from the Quan Zhen Sect was lazily basking in the sun.

To be honest, everyone had been playing the game for a long time, daily competing for resources to strengthen themselves, clearly forgetting that the essence of playing games is to relax.

It was rare for everyone to come out together to relax, so all the players from the Quan Zhen Sect took a day off and gathered in the most comfortable and visible spot on the city walls to chat and drink.

This was much better than in reality; even if they littered the place, the system would clear it away, making it quite convenient.

On the walls, Fearless lit a bonfire and was busily grilling meat, rolling up his sleeves in a flurry.

Wang Yu sat confidently on the steps, one arm around his wife, casually grabbing meat and feasting, making the other members of the Quan Zhen Sect envious.

Fearless gritted his teeth, wishing he could spit on the roasted meat, but what could he do? A hero doesn't suffer immediate loss, and a gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall; under the oppressive presence of the great demon Wang Yu, Fearless could only silently curse Wang Yu's ancestors in his heart for catching him off guard.

Wang Yu was quite mischievous as well, knowing that Fearless was usually quite self-important, so he decided to punish him by making him act as his cook for a week.

As for Fearless's cooking skills, that's another story. The fact that he could make such a rebellious character like Wang Yu submit was quite an achievement, although Wang Yu eating meat and drinking with his wife was somewhat inconsiderate of the feelings of these single dogs.