Quadruple split.

Chapter 2663 The Struggle of a Trapped Rat
"It's all about raiding and clearing new areas, isn't it?"

On the outermost edge of the battlefield, the Typing Warrior, while gulping down a high-grade healing potion generously sponsored by the Green Apple Merchant Guild, laughed at Losbell beside him: "Find out the BOSS's mechanics and weaknesses, then choose the most reliable strategy accordingly, and finally loot the corpse, steal the equipment, and move on to the next one. It's that simple."

With his handsome, baby-faced appearance, Losbell chuckled awkwardly and said with a subtle expression, "I understand 'looting corpses' and 'next,' but what does 'black equipment' mean?"

"Huh? You don't even know about black market equipment?"

The typist was taken aback, then explained in a serious tone, "Then I'll trouble you to give me a simple explanation of black market equipment. For example, after a BOSS is defeated, it drops ten pieces of equipment. Do you understand?"

Losbell nodded blankly and said, "Yes, yes."

"Then, you discover that one of the pieces of equipment is your best-in-slot gear, and besides you, there are a few other jerks in the party who also need this piece of gear, and your DKP is actually not as high as theirs."

The typist continued patiently, saying with a kind and gentle expression, "Do you understand this prerequisite?"

Losbell: "Uh...yes."

"In this case, we need some special techniques."

The typist grinned and said seriously, "First, before everyone can react, we need to immediately announce the start of equipment distribution and distribute the piece of equipment you desperately need. Then, while distributing the equipment, you need to announce how many DKP you're willing to contribute. Finally, before your competitors can react, shout '5, 4, 3, 2, 1' in a second and distribute the equipment into your own inventory as quickly as possible, creating a fait accompli."

Losbell frowned and thought for a long time before tentatively asking, "This... isn't this just stealing equipment?"

"what?"

The typing warrior blinked, gave Losbell a look of pity for someone with intellectual disabilities, and frowned, saying, "So, didn't you ask me what 'black equipment' meant?"

"I...I didn't expect you to mean it literally."

The honest and kind-hearted Losbell shook his head with a wry smile and sighed, "How should I put it? Typing Bro, you really are just as rumored, a person who doesn't fuss over details."

"Haha, I bet the rumors you've heard aren't as accurate and insightful as you've described."

The typing warrior chuckled proudly a few times, then changed the subject, raising an eyebrow and saying, "So, the reason you're staying here to chat with me and get closer to me, is it your own idea or Boss Keyi's?"

Losbell shrugged and said helplessly, "As expected, I couldn't hide anything from you, Typing Master."

"Let's skip the mutual flattery. I've been praised by so many people over the years that I'm almost immune to this kind of meaningless praise."

The typist waved his hand and laughed, "So, what exactly do you mean?"

"To be honest, the reason why our [Fishing King Club] volunteered to be the main force in this strategy is mainly because [Burning Fire] is also involved."

Losbell stopped hiding his intentions and said seriously, "However, this is not the boss's or my own idea, but Kaguya's."

"Kaguya?"

The typist twitched his ears and recalled, "You mean that airhead?"

"Undeniably, Kaguya's carefree lifestyle is indeed enviable, but just the fact that she instructed me to find an opportunity to break the ice with [Burning Flame] is enough to show that she is not 'dumb'."

Losbell spoke up for Kaguya, then smiled warmly and said, "There are some things that Boss Keyi can't say, and it's not something I can easily comment on. But Miss Kaguya came over to us during afternoon tea and said that it's pointless to continue getting entangled with [Burning Flame]."

The typist smiled noncommittally, crossed his arms lazily, and asked, "And then?"

"The boss didn't seem very happy, but he didn't say anything against it."

As Losbell rubbed his battle crutch, he said, "After that, the young lady gave us a simple instruction to find an opportunity to talk things out with [Burning Flame]. Of course, I said 'talk things out' rather than 'clear up the misunderstanding,' since Lancelot's great hostility towards you is indeed related to his desire to curry favor with our boss."

The typist nodded slowly, then said in an even slower tone, "So what do you plan to do? Ceding territory? Or paying reparations?"

"We won't cede territory or pay reparations; we just want to reach a consensus with you, the typist, on a 'personal grudge'."

Losbell's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "We have heard about what happened back then. Although it is unethical for you to kill the boss for the bounty, he does have the right to be hostile towards you. However, we hope that this grudge is limited to 'Typing Warrior' and 'Ke Yi', and has nothing to do with [Burning Flame] and [Fishing King Club]."

The Typing Warrior clicked his tongue and chuckled, "Got it. So you mean, all that me and those seventy-six idiots died for nothing? You're implying that 'although we have a grudge, and I indirectly killed you once, family members shouldn't be implicated, and you [Burning Fire] can't settle personal scores'?"

"Hmm... coming to that point, it does seem a bit unfair."

Losbell pondered for a moment, then suggested, "In that case, Typing Bro, why don't you name your price and give us a chance to compensate 'Aramis' and 'Podos'? As for what happens after that, now that you two have regained the names 'Typing Warrior' and 'Seventy-Six Hammers,' you probably don't need any form of compensation anymore, right?"

The typist didn't speak, but just gave a forced, insincere smile.

"Of course, even if you and Vice President Bangchui kill our boss again, the Fishing King Club will promise not to target you in any way."

Losbell took a deep breath and added, "At the same time, we can promise that we will not pursue any form of targeting against our boss by [Burning Flame] unless it involves the interests of the club."

The typist raised his eyebrows, surprised. "Oh? So you mean you're going to sell out your own boss? Is that okay? Won't you get fired?"

"This is Kaguya-sama's decision, not my personal one."

Losbell shook his head and calmly explained, "In Kaguya's words, since the boss wants to run a club, he must have the awareness of a club owner. Therefore, the boss must bear some consequences for his previous instigation of Lancelot to target you and the resulting strain on the relationship between the club and [Burning Flame]. This is the responsibility of someone in a position of authority."

The Typing Warrior nodded slightly and said calmly, "In that case, let's give your Lady Kaguya some face. I can formally promise you that [Burning Flame] will treat [Fishing King Club] no differently than it would treat any other club or studio. How about that?"

Losbell: "...Huh?" "What? Not satisfied?"

The typist frowned and asked, "Or do you want me to sign a written agreement before you'll believe me?"

"No, no, no, that's not what I meant, that's not what I meant."

Losbell shook his head vigorously, explaining, "I just didn't expect that you, typist, would be so...so...uh..."

"So kind-hearted?"

The typing warrior chuckled and waved his hand, saying, "Don't overthink it, buddy. I'm not some easygoing philanthropist. I only agreed to your Kaguya-sama's request because it was indeed in my personal and [Burning Flame]'s interests."

Losbell nodded silently, quietly overturning his almost completed profile of the cat-man in front of him.

"Ultimately, it's not a big deal that your boss doesn't like me, but it's also true that I don't really want to be enemies with the [Fishing King Club] that Miss Kaguya values ​​so much."

The Typing Warrior grinned, tilted his head, and whispered to Losbell, who had a baby face but a rather tall and slender figure, "In other words, if it weren't for that Miss Kaguya, the Fishing King Club would definitely have become the first victim of the Fire Reborn to step from behind the scenes to the forefront."

Losbell was speechless, because based on his discussion with Lista (whose talent in this area was zero), if [Burning Flame] really started to take [Fishing King Club] seriously, the consequences could indeed be a little unimaginable.

"Well, that's pretty much all that needs to be said."

The Typing Warrior stretched, gestured with his chin toward Losbell, and chuckled, "Are you going to go? If you're not, I might be the one to go."

"Oh?"

Losbell, who had almost never seen the Typing Warrior take things seriously in the [Innocent Realm], had a bright look in his eyes and said with a smile, "In that case, even if I originally planned to go up, I'll have to resist the urge just to see your heroic figure, Typing Master."

"okay."

The typist nodded, then whistled and looked at the distant battlefield, as steady as a mountain.

……

Five minutes later, Losbell finally broke the silence and asked, "So, typist, why aren't you online yet?"

“What’s the rush? I said ‘it’s almost time,’ not that it’s about to start right away.”

"Uh, okay."

……

At the same time, all the players in [Secret Realm Code: Eye of the Storm] felt their bodies suddenly lighten. The omnipresent, violent and crazy sharp wind had silently dissipated. However, in the next moment, the hamster-like lord simply vanished from the spot, causing all the members of the [Evil Valley Club] who were chasing after him to be stunned for a moment.

"Everyone, unleash your AOE skills in place. It's going to fight us to the death."

The next instant, the typing warrior's voice, amplified by the high-quality amplification barrier, resounded throughout the entire battlefield.

"not good!"

Just then, Losbell, who was standing next to the typist, suddenly looked in a certain direction and exclaimed, "It's too late!"

hum! ! !
The next instant, the tiny figure that appeared above everyone as if by teleportation seemed to freeze in mid-air. As its attention became more focused, a terrifying storm, visible to the naked eye, was gathering around it. Judging from the power it exuded, it would probably take less than half a second for a smaller area of ​​influence, but with power probably doubled, to cover the entire battlefield and send all players who lacked self-defense capabilities to rebuild their characters within seconds.

however--

"Don't panic, there's still time."

The typing warrior said this in a light tone. In fact, before he could finish saying the word "what," the captain of the [Windbreaker Bird Club] had already appeared like a ghost next to the hamster lord. Although he was left with dozens of wounds by countless sharp winds the moment he appeared, and his health dropped sharply from 100% to 55%, he still steadily raised the gun blade [Undertaker's Tombstone] before he died, aimed at the small figure who had become hysterical, and pulled the trigger.

bang.

The next second, accompanied by a loud bang, the hamster lord, who was about to completely compress the domain, let out a series of 'squeaks' in grief and anger. Finally, it gave up concentrating on completing the final step, twisted its body and shot out again, trying to continue the slow death game it had just played.

This time, however, Luselle didn't even intend to give it a chance for a slow death. The soul of the Windbreaker Bird suddenly moved and caught up with the Hamster Lord, who had already darted several meters away. With a sweep of his spear, he forced it back to its original position.

"Squeak!!!"

Completely unprepared for the appearance of a similar enemy, the hamster lord panicked immediately. The entire hamster began to maneuver erratically at a frenzied pace, attempting to break through the blockade formed by Luselle alone.
Unfortunately, Lu Laoye's domain [Caged Bird] had already been fully deployed. Although its range was far less than that of the Hamster Lord when it expanded its indiscriminate attack domain to its limit, it was in no way inferior in terms of absolute speed, and even surpassed its opponent.

Bang! Bang bang bang bang bang!!
Thus, accompanied by a series of gunshots, Lucel, who maximized the 'slashing' and 'shooting' characteristics of the gun blade, not only intercepted the Hamster Lord, but also gradually compressed the opponent's range of movement through high-frequency attacks.

Although the mouse managed to dodge bullets and slashes by the narrowest of margins with its swift movements, it was clear to anyone with eyes that at this rate, Luselle would likely be able to completely corner its opponent with its absolute speed advantage in less than two minutes!

Moreover, judging from the Hamster Lord's various performances, given its physical attributes and defensive capabilities, it probably wouldn't even be able to withstand a single attack from an absolute Tier 0 player like Lucel!
In other words, barring any unforeseen circumstances, this mouse will likely become Luselle's prize!

This kind of thing——

"YOYO won't accept that!"

Chapter 2654: The End