Chapter 100 - 95: Event!

Chapter 100: Chapter 95: Event!

"Jialin, I’ve said it before: the Marching Battlefield is the hope for our generation’s rise. We aren’t a generation of gangsters stuck in the middle, nor are we a ruined generation. I know you still don’t accept me even though you lost, but I will definitely earn your acknowledgment!

"I officially announce here that my teammates and I will challenge history. We will go to the Fu Kingdom’s Battle Dao to prove... that our generation isn’t the eternal runner-up. We will be number one!" Fu Jian looked at Fu Jialin, speaking seriously and sincerely. "I know this is your dream too, the goal you’ve always worked towards. Now, let me fulfill your dream!"

Fu Jian’s words took everyone present by surprise. He was going to challenge the Fu Kingdom’s Battle Dao?

If Fu Jian had said this before defeating Fu Jialin and Fu Li, everyone would definitely have dismissed him, thinking he was engaging in wishful thinking. But now, given his performance, it seemed highly possible that he would succeed.

"Fu Jian, we support you!"

"We believe you can do it!"

"Go for it! We’ll wait for your good news."

This crowd really changed their tune quickly. They had just been booing him earlier, yet now, they had suddenly become his die-hard fans.

Fu Jian shook his head helplessly. Might made right—that was just how the world worked. As long as you had strength, others would respect you.

"Ling’Er, Fu Feng... will you come with me to the Fu Kingdom’s Battle Dao to prove that our generation isn’t the eternal runner-up?"

"We will!"

"I’ve been looking forward to this day for a long time," Fu Ling’Er said with a smile.

Fu Jian and his teammates left. A mighty crowd followed behind them, wanting to see if Fu Jian and the others could truly make history and shake off the title of the eternal runner-up.

Fu Jialin did not follow them. For some unknown reason, he simply stood blankly outside the drill ground for a long time.

With a complicated expression, he stared at the now-empty arena. He recalled the moment he was defeated by Fu Jian in a single strike. Then, he remembered how Fu Jian, Fu Ling’Er, and the others had tried to persuade him to return to the team... and how he had furiously scolded them for being addicted to a game... He could still clearly see the disappointment on their faces as they left.

At the time, Fu Jialin thought Fu Jian and his group were ruined!

However... seeing them again today, they were all high-spirited. Defeating him and Fu Li had been as easy as eating and drinking. Afterward, they had even marched toward the Fu Kingdom’s Battle Dao with soaring morale, ready to make history.

Were they ruined? Obviously not!

"Was I wrong?" Fu Jialin muttered to himself, watching the retreating figures of Fu Jian and the others disappear.

He felt a deep sense of loss. As the former number one genius of the Fu Kingdom, he had been left far behind by peers who used to be inferior to him, all because of a single wrong decision. What kind of feeling was this?

It wasn’t that Fu Jialin didn’t want Fu Jian to make history, but he just didn’t want to watch it... didn’t want to face it... He didn’t dare to face the reality that his arrogant aloofness had caused his peers to leave him in the dust. From being the top of his generation to being instantly defeated by a teammate who had previously been weaker than him. It had only taken a month.

He simply couldn’t accept this. The psychological gap was too massive.

In a daze, Fu Jialin didn’t even know how he managed to return to the General’s Mansion. By the time he received news of Fu Jian again... Fu Jian had already led that group of people—his former teammates—to make history!

They were no longer the eternal runner-up.

When Fu Jialin heard the news, his expression was complicated. He felt a jumble of mixed emotions. He was happy... but also unhappy... He was happy because Fu Jian had finally fulfilled his dream, but unhappy because he hadn’t been the one to achieve it himself.

He was plagued by a sense of loss!

"Could it be... my era has passed?" Fu Jialin murmured.

It was all because of the Divine War Game. It was just a mere game. Could it really be that miraculous?

Fu Jian had used facts to tell him... Yes, it could!

Fu Jialin was forced to re-evaluate the Divine War Game.

***

As for the other cultivators in the Fu Kingdom, ever since they witnessed Fu Jian’s counterattack with their own eyes, they no longer harbored any doubts. One after another, they logged into the Void God Realm, entered the Divine War Game, and began their monster-slaying careers.

The craze for the Marching Battlefield game rapidly exploded in popularity!

"There are more and more people. Fortunately, the Marching Battlefield is vast enough, otherwise, it would be packed!"

In the Void God Realm’s control room, the Fat Monk was quite surprised to see that the Divine War Game had attracted the attention of so many players. He hadn’t expected this group of players to be so fanatical about the game and so united.

Su Tan’s method was incredibly effective. The Fat Monk had never seen a situation where people’s eyes would light up at the sight of Yin Demons. Most of the time, people were terrified of Yin Demons. In historical records, stories about Yin Demons were always accompanied by disasters and nightmares. Whenever they were mentioned, people inevitably felt a psychological shadow.

But what about those who had played the Divine War Game now? When they saw Yin Demons, it was like seeing a massive, dripping piece of fatty meat. The kind that made them instinctively gulp. They wanted to swallow the Yin Demons in one bite.

The story of Fu Jian from the Fu Kingdom wasn’t an isolated case. Many cultivators who had experienced the Divine War Game returned to the real world with stunningly brilliant performances. The progress in cultivation between those who hadn’t played the Divine War Game and those who had was as different as night and day.

This situation caused the Divine War Game to rapidly surge in popularity. In just one short month, the number of people logging in had surpassed a hundred thousand.

"It’s still not enough. Once things stabilize, we need to bring in even more players. The number of Yin Demons is increasing..." Su Tan said calmly.

Over a hundred thousand cultivators was indeed a substantial force, but against the entire Yin Demon Race, it was still far from enough. They could not afford to let their guard down. They needed more warriors. An endless stream of them.

Just as the two men and one dog were proudly looking at the results of their developed game, a massive movement occurred on the Yin Demon side.

"Look... it seems the Yin Demons are making a major move. They’ve started organizing a counterattack... assembling a massive number of Yin Demons to launch an assault on the Ten Thousand Races Base!" the Little White Wolf exclaimed.

Hearing this, they focused their attention on the Marching Battlefield, toward the Yin Demon basecamp. Su Tan noticed that there was indeed an anomaly on the Yin Demon side. On the sandbox, tiny black dots were converging together, sweeping toward a scattered pile of small green dots.

"Quick, issue a world announcement! Tell all the players! Tell them the Yin Demon Army is coming! Have them organize a counterattack!" the Fat Monk urged anxiously upon seeing this scene, wanting to immediately summon the players to fight back.

"Wait..."

"What’s wrong? If we don’t notify them now, it’ll be too late!" The Fat Monk looked at the dense, overwhelming mass of the Yin Demon Army, burning with impatience.

"Just having the world’s players organize a counterattack like this... I don’t think it’s the optimal approach. If they fight for too long... they might slack off... and their combat effectiveness will drop," Su Tan said thoughtfully.

"Then... what should we do?"

"We can... take advantage of this situation and turn the Yin Demon Army’s attack into a special reward event!" Su Tan said. "We’ll give the players enough benefits. This way, not only will it boost their enthusiasm, but it will also guide them to strike at the Yin Demons’ critical points through our designed main story quests, thereby... completely routing the Yin Demon Army!"

What could excite players the most? Undoubtedly, a special reward event!

Originally, as the mastermind behind the scenes, he wasn’t supposed to intervene in the players’ game, leaving them to figure out the mechanics on their own. But this time was different; Su Tan sensed something unusual.

The Yin Demons had come prepared, intending to wipe out all the players in one fell swoop.

In the Divine War Game, if a player was killed, their real body naturally wouldn’t suffer any issues. At most, they would just lose some of the energy they had collected. But if the players were caught off guard and ambushed by the Yin Demon Army, they would definitely be scattered like loose sand, entirely devoid of any ability to resist.

Moreover, the countdown period while the players from the Ten Thousand Races were respawning would create a vacuum. The Yin Demons could then focus all their power on attacking the defensive barriers of the Marching Battlefield region.

How could Su Tan let them succeed?

The presence of the players was crucial. Not only did they eliminate the Yin Demons’ effective forces, but they also acted as a constant nuisance to the Yin Demon Race, preventing them from launching a full-scale assault on the Marching Battlefield’s barriers. As long as the Yin Demon Race couldn’t gather all their forces, and while their powerhouses were unable to join the battle, they would never be able to breach the Marching Battlefield’s prison defenses.

Seeing Su Tan’s confident demeanor... for some reason, the Monk’s heart actually... felt a bit reassured?

It didn’t make any sense...

The enemy had assembled an army of around two hundred thousand, double the number of players. Yet... seeing Su Tan so composed, why did he feel so at ease?

"What kind of event?"