I Was Reborn With All Max-Leveled Classes of Mage, Warrior, Rogue, and Healer!

2: 50 p.m. sharp.

In front of the Teleportation Formation in Gangas City, ten high-end players above level 10 stood with their hands behind their backs, looking around from time to time as if they were looking for something.

In the room.

Jack looked at the teleportation circle through the perspective of McRae's character. There were ten level 10 high-level players in a neat row. He was extremely excited. For a moment, he didn't even think about the issue of his salary being delayed.

The guild had yet to be officially established, but there were already so many high-level players joining. It seemed like the development of the situation was much better than imagined!

Thinking to this point,

Jack shook McRae, who was still hiding in the dark to observe, and urged him, "It's almost three o'clock, what are you waiting for?! Hurry up and go out, they're all at least a level ten expert! They'll be the mainstay of the guild in the future!"

McRae slowly took a sip of warm milk and calmly asked, "Mainstay? I don't think so."

Jack looked at McRae, who was shaking his head. His lips were obviously turned up in a strange smile, though, and Jack was very confused.

There must be a secret!

Jack couldn't help but ask curiously, "What exactly happened?"

McRae pointed a long finger at the ten people on the screen and laughed softly. "I dare not say all of these people, but at least half of them are not the mainstay you speak of, but deadly poison."

Jack scratched his head and frowned, even more confused.

"More than half? Fatal poison?"

"Why do you say that?"

McRae replied simply.

"Level."

"Equipment."

Jack blurted out, "Just because their levels are high? Just because they have good equipment? On those factors you decide they have hostile intentions?"

McRae didn't reply, and just nodded slightly.

Jack, who was confused, couldn't help but complain, "Isn't your reason too strange?! How can it be that just because someone's level is high and their equipment is good, they will judge it as malicious?"

McRae put down the cup in his hand and sat up straight. He answered seriously, "It's already a super difficult quest to level up to level 10 just by opening the server every day. But look, other than the four people at the front, the six people behind are all equipped with Bronze-grade equipment! This is not a matter of strength."

Without waiting for Jack to answer, McRae said, "With just your personal strength, it's basically an impossible task, unless…"

At this moment, Jack finally reacted and hurriedly said, "Unless they are the pioneer team fighters that… were trained by corporations with all their resources!"

McRae nodded.

Jack was stunned.

He thought to himself, "Could it be that we have already been targeted by some forces?"

Then, he asked with uncertainty, "You mean that half of these people are spies sent by other forces?"

When Jack was working in his own company, he had heard a lot about commercial spies. He didn't expect to encounter spies when he established a guild in the game!

Listening to Jack's still uncertain tone, McRae shrugged noncommittally and said half-jokingly, "I don't think it's just spies. Their weapons and equipment are so neatly dressed. Maybe they're here to get my equipment."

Equipment!?

McRae's Sword of Lubbock was the only Silver-grade weapon in the entire Divine Realm, and also a necessary tool to establish a guild.

If McRae was destroyed, he wouldn't be able to even think of establishing a guild, McRae's invincible image in the hearts of the players would plummet, on top of that, and his appeal would naturally plummet as well.

These people controlling the situation behind the scenes were indeed very sinister!

Jack, who was worried in his heart, had already frowned and wrinkled his forehead completely. He asked worriedly, "Then, you clearly know that these players are here to cause trouble, yet you still want to leave the main city and bring them to fight high-level wild monsters? Aren't you courting death!"

McRae looked at Jack, who was acting as if the end of the world was coming, and said lightly, "Yeah, isn't this a good time to ask these old foxes to lend me their golden fighters they've cultivated with great difficulty? I'll get them to help me do a mission, and it's even free. It's a bloody profit!"

Jack hugged his head with both hands and looked up at the ceiling. He still said worriedly, "But how do you know that these guys won't forcefully PK you the moment they leave the city? Also, even if they go and do missions with you, what if they don't contribute and the mission fails?"

McRae waved his hand and said calmly, "Hehe, don't worry. These spies are definitely not from the same faction. Before they confirm each other's identities, they won't attack me. Besides, I'm like a boss in the eyes of the forces behind those guys. Whoever makes the first move will get the "loot" I drop. Secondly, they won't be so united. After all, there's only one Lubbock Sword."

Jack was already completely speechless. When he looked at the ten people in front of the teleportation circle again, he already had some sympathy in his heart.

These people probably thought that their undercover plan was very successful.

Jack then looked at the calm face of McRae in front of him and felt that he already couldn't understand this old friend of his. He even had a familiar feeling from McRae, a unique aura that only those who had been immersed in business wars for many years would possess.

Seeing that Jack had no more questions, McRae looked down at the time. It was exactly three o'clock. He said calmly, "Then let's see who's funding these people."

After that,

McRae walked straight out from behind the rock and strode towards the gathering point.