Quadruple split.

Chapter 2665 Lancelot is a little annoyed

As a blazing flame flashed through the air, the two priceless cyan gems, which could have earned YOYO a considerable amount of DKP even without her using them, were instantly incinerated, turning into nothing more than useless ashes.

"I see."

The Typing Warrior glanced at the useless debris drifting in the wind with an unperturbed expression and said indifferently, "So your goal has never been to get it for yourself, but to make sure that certain people don't get it?"

YOYO didn't answer her student council president, but instead asked with a grin, "Does it matter?"

"Up to now... it's not important."

The typist replied in a lighthearted tone, then added leisurely, "But that's only up to now."

"YOYO is behaving herself now."

The girl swayed her head contentedly and said happily, "President, you'll definitely be glad you let me join you in the future."

The typist smiled calmly and replied casually, "I hope so."

"By the way, President, how did you manage to handle that hamster just now?"

YOYO tilted her head curiously at the Typing Warrior and asked, "YOYO and Grandpa Lu couldn't catch it, but you, whose strength is far inferior to ours, managed to catch it!"

The typing warrior exclaimed with interest, "Oh?" and asked in return, "So you don't know why I was able to catch it?"

"Yeah, yeah."

YOYO nodded vigorously and said happily, "If you, the guild leader, can't handle it, I can only use my epic-level power a little after Grandpa Lu gives up, hoping to get it done without being discovered by others."

The typing warrior chuckled and said with delight, "I see. It's truly an honor to have you go to such lengths to test my abilities."

"President, what are you saying? YOYO just didn't want you to embarrass yourself in front of such a beautiful girl."

The girl made a face and said with a smile, "This can hardly be called a test."

The typing warrior didn't delve into the matter further, simply replying, "Lusser couldn't keep up with the mouse in the end, not because his speed and reaction time were insufficient, but because his body couldn't withstand such frequent changes of direction. If he tried to keep up, he would either lose blood or vomit blood, so he definitely had no chance."

YOYO's eyes darted around, and she immediately realized, "I understand! Although you don't even have a domain, you are still a cunning type of class. If you put in a little effort, it's not impossible for you to unleash super high speed in a very short time. As for the issue of physical endurance... hehe, I almost forgot that you are actually a dead cat, guild leader."

"Live cat or dead cat, as long as it catches hamsters, it's a good cat!"

After casually altering a famous quote from a great leader, the Typing Warrior flicked his tail, lazily yawned, and asked, "So, Ms. YOYO, what should we do next?"

"President, you may do whatever you wish."

YOYO immediately responded with a sweet smile, offering a naive and utterly meaningless explanation.

"I see."

However, the typist didn't seem to think this was a pointless question. After nodding slightly, he asked, "What are your plans on your end?"

"I might leave for a while, but it shouldn't be for long."

YOYO smiled slightly and said confidently, "YOYO can guarantee that I will definitely appear whenever you need me, President!"

"Well, okay."

The typist grinned, about to say something, but then stopped in his tracks, his expression undergoing a rare, subtle change.

"Oh?"

The perceptive, petite girl immediately noticed the student council president's unusual behavior and quickly asked, "What's wrong? Is there something fun you can share?"

"Yes, child, yes."

The typist nodded, shrugged helplessly, and spread his hands, saying, "I really don't know whether to say it's good luck or bad luck, but that kid Apo... actually managed to catch that Lancelot guy."

"Eh!?"

"If I had known, I should have advised him more, or simply forbidden him from acting alone."

"Is it that much trouble?"

"Definitely. You know, the reason why we [Burning Flame] can roam the world so openly is mainly because of the kill order against Lancelot. If that kid really dies, things will be very difficult for me."

"Is Lancelot really that easy to kill? Isn't he one of the toughest guys on the leaderboard?"

"Ha, if leaderboards were useful, what would be the point of having events like the [Questioning and Debating]?"

"That's what I say, but..."

"No buts. Lancelot has fought against me and Seventy-Six. I can't speak for others, but if he were to face Apo, his chances of winning would be absolutely zero."

"Hmm, what should we do then?"

"Then we can only hope that Ah Po doesn't get too carried away and will go easy on that little rascal a bit." "But what if he does get carried away?"

"Then let's frame the Fishing King Club. Let's say they deliberately killed Lancelot in order to restrict our Fire Reborn's operations."

"Does anyone really believe such nonsense?"

"No, but since I just agreed to Kaguya-sama's 'peace talks,' it shouldn't be a problem for them to cooperate a little as long as it doesn't harm their own interests, right?"

"Oh! So this is the student council president! As expected of the student council president!"

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at the same time
Southwestern Continent, under the rule of the Silverwing Alliance, the southern wilderness of Dorne County

With his handsome, flowing silver hair, tall and dashing appearance, Lancelot's face was gloomy, and he seemed to be in a very bad mood.

Unfortunately, as someone who is usually domineering and arrogant, only restraining himself in front of people with a better family background, and who is used to bullying others and acting like a tyrant, his gaming experience in the [Innocent Realm] has been really terrible lately.

For example, their attitude towards the [Fishing King Club]—

Lancelot couldn't understand why, despite that important figure having specifically sent someone to contact him and convey his dissatisfaction with [Burning Flame] and the Typing Warrior, he didn't feel happy after Lancelot killed that scumbag. Instead, he simply had someone take care of his family's business a little and then ignored him completely.

Admittedly, even a little bit of 'care' would make Lancelot's father smile in his dreams and praise his good son countless times, but for Lancelot, this kind of care was never his desire; entering the inner circle of Ke Yi was.

He couldn't understand why, putting aside Kaguya, even professional gamers like Losbell, Lista, and Sun could get along so well with him, while he, a peer who was "qualified" in every way, was always excluded from some invisible, intangible, yet clearly defined "line".

Of course, Lancelot didn't see this as a problem. After all, no matter how naive Ke Yi was, he was still someone from the same world as him. So he firmly believed that even if he didn't get the hang of it for a while, he would eventually get into that circle.

Besides all of the above, there are two other things that are causing Lancelot a lot of worry—

First of all, there's that damned kill order from [Burning Flame]!
Although Lancelot didn't care about those petty scoundrels, it was undeniable that they caused him some trouble precisely because they were a group of shameless scoundrels who would stop at nothing.

Not long ago, just days after personally killing the Typing Warrior and another Vice President of the Fire Reborn, Lancelot encountered members of the Fire Reborn. After that chaotic battle, which he didn't want to recall at all, Lancelot, who had survived by sheer luck (or perhaps not luck), resolved to stay away from those people. After all, although he was ambitious, he wasn't a complete fool, so he knew very well that if he really went to fight the entire Fire Reborn, he would probably, probably, most likely, probably be sent to recreate his character in no time.

In reality, Zhou Si is of no value to Ke Yi. Only the fact that Lancelot, who dominates the leaderboard in the game, can be admitted to his inner circle can attract him.

Even disregarding Ke Yi's situation, Lancelot, who enjoys playing "The Realm of Innocence," wouldn't want to be killed and forced to start from scratch.
Driven by a disturbing intuition, Lancelot felt that if he died, he would likely lose everything he currently possessed permanently. Although the longsword in his backpack, named "Fallen Messenger," was a soul-bound item that would allow him to regain the "Dark Knight" class even if he started over, Lancelot, being a somewhat superstitious child influenced by his elders, did not intend to ignore this intuition.

As for the other upsetting thing, it has nothing to do with the game; it happened in real life.

In short, Lancelot's older sister, the girl who dreams of becoming a scientist, recently returned home and proudly announced that she has taken a liking to a man and is preparing to find an opportunity to formally establish a relationship with him, with the aim of marriage.

As soon as he said it, the whole family was in an uproar. Putting aside his parents, Lancelot, the younger brother, immediately expressed considerable dissatisfaction. The reason was simple: the man his sister was talking about sounded useless. Not only was his family background ordinary, but he was also good for nothing except his grades, and he even seemed a bit dull.

Although he wasn't a sister-complex, Lancelot wholeheartedly hoped that Zhou Min would find happiness, but the happiness he saw was clearly different from the happiness his sister saw.

We can't say that Lancelot doesn't love his sister. Take his elaborate efforts to get close to Keyi, for example. A large part of the reason was to match his sister with this young master. And this really had nothing to do with utilitarianism. It was simply because he wanted his sister to live a good life.

That's why Lancelot couldn't accept Zhou Min finding a dull, ordinary boyfriend from an average family at school. He would accept it if it was just casual flings or dating, but he absolutely wouldn't approve of dating with marriage in mind!
Unfortunately, he didn't agree that it was useless.

Unfortunately, although Lancelot was a child who grew up spoiled, his family had nothing to do with favoring boys over girls. In fact, no matter what conflict he had with his sister, his parents would almost always side with Zhou Min, giving Zhou Min carrots and sticks to Lancelot.

While Zhou Min has always been very sensible, and it was always Lancelot who made mistakes, the parents' favoritism also played a role. As the younger brother, Lancelot also doted on his older sister.

and so--

His objections were useless. After learning that their daughter had a sweetheart and that the man seemed to be a decent and reliable young man, the two parents began to consider whether to hide their wealthy family background and pretend to be poor to ensure that the other party would not be deterred by the large difference in their social classes.

In short, Lancelot was very unhappy, extremely unhappy!
Then, just when he was at his most unhappy, he bumped into someone who made him even more unhappy!
"What's wrong?"

Standing not far away, a man clad in the same black heavy armor as Lancelot, though inferior in looks, height, and equipment quality, exuded a suffocating aura of oppression. His mere gaze was enough to silence ordinary people. He sneered, hoisted his heavy, dark blue two-handed sword, Shadowblade, onto his shoulder, and asked with a half-smile, "Chicken down?"

"Are you talking about yourself?"

While discreetly surveying his surroundings, Lancelot said with a cold expression, "Should I remind you of the gap between us on the individual strength rankings?"

"You don't actually believe in that stuff, do you, you little rascal?"

One of the three vice presidents of the [Burning Flame Guild], known for his extremely powerful individual combat strength and almost manic fighting style, Po Douluo, who has consistently ranked first in the guild's one-on-one duel win rate, shook his neck and revealed a sinister smile: "Don't look at me. I don't have any companions with me. This isn't a PVE dungeon. To deal with a [little rascal] like you who only has stats, your grandpa Po is enough."

"You damn..."

Lancelot, who was extremely averse to the title "Little Rascal" but hadn't been able to obtain a new one anytime soon, almost ground his teeth to powder. He suddenly raised the "Fallen Messenger" in his hand and pointed it at Soul Douluo, angrily saying, "Do you really think I wouldn't dare to kill you?"

"It's not that you're afraid, it's that you can't do it. Fine, fine, since you're such a coward, let me make the first move."

Soul Douluo chuckled lightly, then slowly walked towards Lancelot, carrying his greatsword, as patches of chilling black frost began to form beneath his feet.

"For the sake of killing those two bastards, Typing and Sixth Brother, and getting them back to doing serious business, take thirty of my moves, and I'll let you get out of here alive."

Chapter 2656: The End