Chapter 527: Chapter 308: Please Let Follow You! (Part 2)_1
Landick eventually went back.
Waiting for him was the wrath of partners who had suffered total investnt losses, the board of directors’ interrogation, and inquiries from relevant institutions.
Various incidents would fluster him completely. The capital maneuvering that he once proudly boasted of would turn into the first venomous snake to backfire on him, leaving him no ti to concern himself with anything else.
The inexplicable disconnection and reconnection dashed all his wealth to nothingness. The big capital that had burst its margin call had no choice but to swallow the players’ chips, resulting in a bountiful harvest for the players who participated in this grand battle.
Beyond that, the spiritual encouragent was an even greater gain.
Capital was not invincible; the united force of the players was stronger than anything.
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Unlike Landick, who was like a stray dog, Leon chose to stay.
He knew that going back ant shouldering the bla. Landick would certainly not consider his contributions to the company and would surely pin all the bla on him.
Being fired was the inevitable outco, so rather than going back and facing others’ contempt, it was better to stay in Huaxia and see if there was an opportunity to make money there.
If possible, he would much rather go to Fang Cheng Studio, as he liked every ga they made and appreciated the atmosphere there.
However, Landick had already offended the owner of Fang Cheng Studio, and it seed unlikely he would have a chance if he approached them again, so he had to give up on that idea.
After calculating his savings, he realized he could afford to stop working for three to four months.
Although the salary at Druid Entertainnt was high, most of it had been donated to UNICEF, leaving not much for himself. Therefore, it was essential to find a job that could support him as soon as possible.
And so began Leon’s wandering life.
After confirming there were no issues with the players in North Arica, Fang Cheng turned his attention to another matter.
He had learned of Zhou ZiYi’s situation. He had a keen interest in this Cultivator who had co from the inside and decided to make contact when the ti was right.
At that mont, Zhou ZiYi was struggling alongside Wang Say Gas.
With Zhou ZiYi’s help, Wang’s ga difficulty had drastically decreased. Even if the start wasn’t very lucky, they could ensure survival until the end.
Unlike Wang, who had no equipnt at the start, Zhou ZiYi’s gear did not vanish with the beginning of each round. Equipped from the outset, this allowed for less preliminary grinding and more ti for other activities.
After setting the realism to 21%, Wang realized his gaming experience had improved yet another level.
He could feel itchiness.
Itchiness is a peculiar sensation, seemingly insignificant but an essential function for the body to feel external stimuli.
Through the itch, he could sense the subtlest breeze, the friction of leaves brushing against him as he passed through woods.
The feeling under his feet beca more nuanced, he could even detect the materials of the surfaces he walked on.
During this period, Zhou ZiYi also learned that there were other Immortals besides Wang.
And these Immortals were strange; each ti they reappeared, their items would be completely depleted. However, they didn’t seem disheartened but instead tirelessly started anew, happily grinding away at their tree-chopping lives.
They were also quite generous.
Every ti they saw him, they were particularly lavish, either infusing his spirit or bestowing upon him newly acquired items without asking for anything in return. They just wanted him to seek them out more often the next ti to help them through their troubles.
Thanks to the continuous feeding by these Immortals, Zhou ZiYi found his gear improving day by day. Facing that Demon again, he was confident he could finish it off with a single strike.
For them, the Cultivators yet to transcend tribulation, the improvent of gear was terrifyingly swift.
Seeing Wang reappear today, Zhou ZiYi was about to lend his Magic Artifact when he heard Wang say, “No need today, I’m planning to start a tutorial from scratch, so you can just stand by.”
“Is this part of you Immortals’ cultivation?” Zhou ZiYi asked curiously.
“Uh… Yeah, you could say that.”
“So you repeat this process to comprehend the mysteries of the universe? The thods of Immortals are indeed impressive.”
Seeing Zhou ZiYi’s eyes sparkling, Wang thought the kid was good at filling in the blanks, linking everything to being an Immortal.
Had the one who designed this NPC’s intelligence accidentally dialed it down too low?
Wang dealt with Zhou ZiYi’s question casually and then asked, “I forgot to ask before, but who was the one you fought with last ti?”
“I don’t know,” Zhou ZiYi imdiately responded.
“You don’t know him, yet you still fought.”
“I really don’t. He started laughing maniacally as soon as he saw . I intended to greet him, but he attacked . It was all so sudden. I’m convinced he must be one of those Demons spoken about by the Immortal Assembly, so I just assud he was a Demon.”
Wang paused, pondering Zhou ZiYi’s words.
After days of companionship, he knew Zhou ZiYi wasn’t soone to lie, so the other party likely indeed didn’t know who the other was. Therein lay the intrigue.
Did that suggest there was another faction here, one not so friendly to others, ready to fight on sight?
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