Chapter 242 Dreamer

[Name: "Unnamed" Guild Emblem]

[Type: Prop]

[Effect: ...]

The emblem is the technical support for enjoying the rights and fulfilling the responsibilities of the guild. The most special effect is that players can use the emblem to teleport back to the guild base from any place in Sunset Ruins at any time.

In the chaotic period when the weird game first came, there were many murders and treasures in Sunset Ruins. This effect can save lives at critical moments.

After the major guilds jointly formulated the convention, the number of fights decreased significantly, and this effect seemed dispensable.

There are also some effects such as automatically deducting a percentage from the reward points and depositing them into the guild fund, and entering the reward props information into the guild database. Lin Chen and Qi Si do not plan to activate them for the time being.

The two are currently commanders without troops, with no objects to exploit. All resources will eventually be transferred from left hand to right hand, so there is no need to go through an extra step.

In the short term, the newly established Unnamed Guild is just a cover for action, a ticket to intervene in competition, and an empty shell for bluffing.

The ideal of the sea of ​​stars is beautiful, but the reality is very bleak...

Afterwards, Qi Si led Lin Chen to mark out a piece of land on the wasteland as a smokescreen for the guild base.

The Ruins of Sunset is very large, and there are many players who occupy the land for side jobs, and they are not a big deal.

The place is a bit shabby, and there are a few people, but there is a sign of "Unnamed Guild". The president and vice president insist that this is the guild base. Who has evidence to say that this is fake?

Could it be that the old guild will risk their face and establish a new guild to try to mark out this piece of land?

After a day of tossing, the guild was barely established.

Lin Chen directly returned to the game space through the root vine of the world tree on the ground, and Qi Si walked leisurely towards the trunk of the world tree.

The people in the square were almost gone. It seemed that Fu Jue and others just showed up and left without making any constructive moves.

The lonely black tower stood under the dark yellow sky, silent and lonely like a zombie in an ancient tomb.

Players gathered around the list stone tablet in front of the black tower, talking about it.

"Another rookie has established a guild. Is this because he has too much money and has nowhere to burn it? Everyone knows that a guild cannot make less than 100,000 yuan a year."

"The name of this guild is too careless. It's called 'Unnamed'. Is it just for fun? Don't mention it. I used to like to establish my own guild in any game I played before..."

"You don't understand, right? This guild may not be established by an ignorant newcomer. It is very likely that it is an empty shell of an old guild, used for trial and error and to occupy quotas."

"Hey, don't say it. The name of this president looks not simple. I see that the big guilds are really nervous these days. I don't know what big moves they are planning..."

"Don't interfere with things that you shouldn't interfere with. Anyway, it has nothing to do with us who are just hanging around at the bottom."

As Qi Si expected, the newly established Unnamed Guild received a lot of attention.

After all, as the structure of the major forces in the weird game has become more stable, few new guilds have appeared in recent years.

Even if one or two new guilds have emerged, they are mostly shells of old guilds, established for the convenience of action.

New guilds without backgrounds are at a disadvantage in many dimensions such as experience, prop reserves, and connections. It is difficult for them to squeeze into the circle of old guilds, and most of them die naturally in deliberate or unintentional neglect.

In the first ten years, the major guilds still had the extravagant hope of clearing the final dungeon and enthusiastically supported the new guilds.

But with the solidification of the interest class and the slim hope of passing the level, they tasted the sweetness of exploiting newcomers, and gradually lost the intention of doing charity.

——They have been through hardships together and know each other well. Why should they let new forces with unknown details come to the table and add trouble and risks?

What Qi Si and Lin Chen said was alarmist. After all, the big pie of the final dungeon and the big brother Jiuzhou Guild are still there. On the surface, the main theme of the big forces is still unity and friendship.

But the actual situation is not much different.

More and more players stop entering new dungeons and choose to use points to specify old dungeons to enter, eating and waiting for death.

More and more voices are calling for "coexistence with weird games" in the forum, getting used to the frequency of entering dungeons once every seven days, and treating it as a part of life.

The common ideal is in jeopardy, struggling in the mire has become the norm, and the rotten rats in front of them are worth fighting for and dividing.

"If the information told by the puppet master is true, it will soon be a time of great struggle and the time to use people.

"Old guilds need several forces that are not closely related to them to explore the way, so as not to get burned; and new guilds can use this as a stepping stone to knock a crack in the tightly closed door wall.

"The puppeteer should hope that there is a force that can act as a buffer between Xila and Jiuzhou, to find out the news of the decision-making of all parties, and to make peace secretly when appropriate.

"If the Unnamed Guild can gain a foothold in the weird game, it can probably act as a middleman, bet on both sides, and make war money?"

Qis shook his head.

Some affairs are much more troublesome than planned in actual operation.

The various forces including Xila are not fools who can be calculated by others. The guild with only two people is weak after all.

The safest way is to use a new fake identity to stir up the muddy water of the guild, so that even if you get out of it, you can always change your appearance and get out.

-The risk is close to zero, eliminating all the possibilities of losing money, but it is impossible to grab greater benefits.

Qisi doesn't like this.

Within the controllable range, he is not afraid of taking risks and gambling, and even has a sense of fearing chaos in the world, and is willing to participate in various crisis events.

He filled in the name "Siqi" in the vice president column, deliberately leaving a loophole for insiders to intervene. I believe that it won't be long before the Weird Investigation Bureau will find him in reality.

With the bargaining chips he has now, it's time to sit down at the negotiation table and talk about a few deals with those people.

"But is a dead mouse worth robbing with all the tricks? This is a question."

Qisi told himself a joke, walked straight through the crowd, and walked towards the black tower behind the world tree.

When passing by the newcomer list, he noticed that the ranking of his row had been cleared, silently from beginning to end, as if it had never existed.

The record list of the copy clearance record has never refreshed the record related to "Frog Hospital".

After becoming a ghost, he seemed to be shut out by the whole world, and all matters belonging to the human category had nothing to do with him in the future.

No one noticed that someone's record disappeared quietly. In the list occupied by a lot of asterisks, no one could prove whether a specific person was real or fake.

Many people either felt interesting or followed the trend, and regarded all the asterisks as one person, using them as a topic of conversation after dinner.

Qi Si stood ten meters away from the black tower and looked at it from a distance.

The six doors of each floor of the tower were tightly closed, and there was no chance to open them. They were welded there as a whole.

A circle of artificial fences was erected around the base of the tower. The warning sign said that several players had disappeared nearby and were suspected to be swallowed by the black tower. I don't know if it was alarmist or true.

There were fewer and fewer people in the Sunset Ruins. People who came to watch the excitement came and went quickly.

Qi Si stood on a protruding golden root, and with a thought, he returned to the dilapidated temple.

He held the Seagod's Scepter, reached out to touch the soul leaf symbolizing the white crow, and recited two sentences:

"It once picked up the faint power of the old gods, reflected the images of the gods traveling through time and space, and guided the lost lambs."

"After the 'door' is opened, the opening of the 'tower' will not be too far away. Since you have the 'card' in your hand, you might as well compete for the last crown of the Sunset Ruins."

...

Gulan Autonomous Region.

The dim corners are flowing with stinky water from the ditch, garbage and premature baby bodies are piled together, showing blue-black, and skinny rats with messy hair are fleeing on the narrow streets, like ragged beggars stripping clothes from corpses.

As one of the twelve autonomous regions demarcated since the establishment of GFA (Global Future Alliance-Earth Future Co-construction Federation), the buffer zone between the resistance forces and the federal jurisdiction has long been occupied by local wars and the poverty that follows. Countless unnatural deaths occur here every moment.

Bai Ya was wearing a long white windbreaker, holding a bronze sword with vine-like patterns in her arms, and walked straight on the dirty and messy street without looking around.

She came to negotiate with a small force called "Red of Truth".

Forty-six years ago, when the Federation was first established, various laws and regulations were promulgated one after another. The world situation was turbulent, the old forces fought back desperately, and various resistance organizations sprang up like mushrooms after rain.

Some of them walked together with lofty ideals, some united with common interests, and some used religion as a banner; some put forward political programs and demands in a mature manner, some created terrorist incidents aimlessly, and some engaged in petty theft and small fights like street thugs.

"Red of Truth" is one of them. At first, it was a political organization established by a group of middle-class people to fight against the shrinking assets since the establishment of the Federation. Later, it inexplicably absorbed all kinds of people from all over the world and embarked on the road of terrorism.

Of course, most organizations with strict programs and rational decision-making capabilities were suppressed by the Federation with thundering means in the early 21st century as one of the prerequisites for the stability of the situation.

The remaining loose alliances that were dissatisfied with some of the Federation's policies also compromised after several consultations and reforms by the Federation. They either disbanded themselves or existed in the form of foundations.

Most of the resistance organizations that have fought to this day have terrorist colors, and they are either crazy people who are ambitious and reckless, or fools who do not understand the situation and live a life of mediocrity.

For the former, such as the Libra Church, the Federation still attaches great importance to it, and a large part of the work of the Public Security Bureau is to fight wits and courage with its believers.

For the latter, the Federation has strongly suppressed it for several years, and then demarcated twelve autonomous regions in the poorest and most backward places, forcing all the unruly mobs and criminals to fend for themselves, out of sight, out of mind.

After taking root in the Gulan Autonomous Region, "Red of Truth" has been doing things intermittently for decades, and finally it could not be supported due to funding, ideas and other reasons.

Although they can't really play a big role, they can at least make things difficult for the Federation and share some of the blame when public opinion is not in the right direction. It's definitely not okay to just quit.

So Bai Ya came here and activated the armed forces of the Libra Church lurking in the Gulan District, and used some relatively impolite means to peacefully inherit the remains of "Red of Truth".

Of course, on the surface, "Red of Truth" is still "Red of Truth", but it will devote itself to the great cause of making things unpleasant for the Federation with even greater enthusiasm.

The bronze sword in Bai Ya's hand was an unexpected gain from this trip.

This was found in the office of a small leader of the "Red Truth". It is said to be able to ward off disasters and suppress evil, but blood always seeps out of the surface for unknown reasons.

She felt a strong sense of trembling as soon as she saw it. She intuitively felt that this sword had something to do with the weird game, so she took it with her.

As for the specific origin, she might know it when she enters a dungeon when she has time.

Bai Ya, with an unchanging smile, stepped onto the military truck under the protection of the armed forces of the Libra Church.

The corners of the clothes that should have been pure white were stained gray by the dust blown by the wind and the smoke in the air. When she sat down, a few pieces of flying ash fell on the car mat, like gauze and frost.

"...it once picked up the faint power of the old gods, reflected the images of the gods traveling through time and space, and guided the lost lambs."

"After the 'door' is opened, the opening of the 'tower' will not be too far away. Since you have the 'card' in your hand, you might as well compete for the last crown of the Sunset Ruins."

A whisper suddenly came from behind my ear, distant and ethereal, as if it came from the distant sky.

The phantom of the golden vine emerged from the horizon, starting from the corner and spreading across the entire field of vision.

The god who had been silent for a long time once again sent down an oracle, and it was difficult to clarify the specific meaning for the time being.

Bai Ya's breathing was quickened for a moment, and it was hard to tell whether it was excitement or nervousness.

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and let her consciousness sink into the game space that looked like a confession room in a church.

Under the high-hanging cross, she sat upright, and a card with a black background and white patterns condensed between her fingers.

On the card, a figure in white clothes faced the crowd, opened his arms, and seemed to be calling for something.

A white dove rested on His arm, but after it flew up, it began to turn black from the tail and wing tips, and turned into a black crow in the sky.

[Identity Card: Fantasy Orator]

[Effect: When in upright position, your dream will become a reality; when in reverse position, your ideal will collapse. (You can draw a card once after collecting enough faith)]

Twenty-two years have passed, and Bai Ya has grown from the little girl who was ignorant of the world to the spiritual leader of the sect. Naturally, she will not bet her future on an evil god whose whereabouts are unknown like ordinary fanatics.

Therefore, even though she knew that the identity card was closely related to the gods, corresponding to their authority and even faith, she still bound the card [Fantasy Orator] belonging to a foreign god.

She sensed Qi's weakness, cautiously tested the boundaries of his power, and thought that the latter would not know...

"I took it for granted. That is the existence of a god. Never regard their indulgence as weakness.

"This is a warning to me, telling me that He has further revived, and my every move is under His watch..."

Bai Ya exhaled lightly, and the ID card on her fingertips turned into a light spot and dispersed into the dust.

She was still calm and peaceful, and even the smile at the corner of her lips did not increase or decrease, engraved on her face like a carving.

"He did not kill me immediately. There are three possibilities. First, He is still weak; second, He needs me; third, He does not care.

"All three situations may exist at the same time. In any case, I should give an answer, take action, and then decide what to do next based on the situation.

"Fortunately, due to lack of faith, I have never activated the effect of the ID card once. The situation should not be irreversible yet. "

The white crow fell backwards in the darkness of the game space and returned to reality. In the eyes of others, she just blinked.

She looked around at the people around her and solemnly declared: "Just now, God sent down an oracle.

"He said that we will, under the guidance of the old gods, fight a holy war to regain the crown lost in the ruins." (End of this chapter)