World Chat:
Madman: "Buying the last 8 Windtear Stones, 400 gold each! No limit on quantity!"
Dancing Giant Boobs: "Any big brothers willing to gift me some Catalyst Demon Fangs? Offering limited-edition swimsuit and risqué photo albums in return!"
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"Shit! Godslayer players are at it again! Everyone, don't sell to them—they're probably scheming something shady."
Iron Cavalry: "You wanna watch your mouth? Next stronghold war, we're coming for you."
At this point, Godslayer Guild was unstoppable. In the Light Dragon faction, barely any force dared to challenge them outright.
Every guild leader understood one thing: it was better to maintain the status quo than to provoke Godslayer players.
But outside the US region, things were far less peaceful. The dominant players from various international servers, all of whom had suffered crippling losses at Orson's hands during the offline auction, wanted nothing more than to grind his very existence into dust.
