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Chapter 2230 Orc Curse Chapter 92
"First of all, I don't want to be popular. Secondly... there's no second, I didn't die because of the resurrection item."

Muta's voice was flat, neither cheerful nor angry, but perfectly calm.

"You have only won now, but the real trend is unchangeable and something you absolutely cannot resist."

Dali Feizhuan was already feeling goosebumps and almost numb. How many more tricks did this guy have up his sleeve? He couldn't possibly actually go offline and kill this guy, could he?

Killing people was out of the question, but the option of offline PvP really tempted him.

"So, what other tricks do you have up your sleeve?"

"Godlock is a game of considerable quality, but its overly realistic and highly intelligent nature makes it impossible for players to experience it using their preconceived notions. Only by taking a crime and violence approach can it gain a lot of popularity in a short period of time."

"Huh?" Dali Feizhuan was stunned, his mind a little slow to process what was happening. It was as if an enemy he had been fighting with bayonets for so long was suddenly going to decide the winner with rock-paper-scissors.

But in order not to fall behind, he gritted his teeth and accepted the challenge.

"Games that sell themselves by allowing players to commit crimes at will will decline and perish as players develop a violent disposition. This is something you have proven."

"So what?" Muta scoffed. "This is a game with a staggering deficit, losing money for a whole year. The number of people posting negative reviews online is even greater than the number of players. The assessment that 'this is a piece of garbage' is deeply ingrained and has even broken out of its niche."

"Even if you follow your approach and the game can operate for a long time until it becomes a huge hit, what will those investors think? Will they believe your story, or will they immediately cash out and make a quick buck with the crime and violence theme?"

"So what if that shortens the game's lifespan? Those investors and capitalists will just think, 'We can just create another one.' That's not something a few dozen players can change. Even millions of players might not be able to change it."

Dali Feizhuan had to admit that Muta was right, so he turned to look at Kate Cat, the biggest investor in [Godlock], who had been continuously investing and adding to his position for a whole year, and asked Kate Cat to confirm the situation.

Kate the cat shook her head, then gave a firm thumbs-up to the powerful flying brick, her face full of seriousness.

This means that my sister can handle it.

"This is what a real deus ex machina looks like," muttered Mighty Brick, looking at Muta again, only to find that the man was gone.

Those words were probably no different from a declaration of victory for Mutay.

If that was Muta's last resort, then Mighty Brick Flying would have to go offline to rest. However, the others didn't think so, and they were all extremely anxious.

That's right. No one would watch this world rot and decay after experiencing its infinite charm, so Dali Feizhuan decided to reveal his identity.

"Ahem, everyone, everyone look over here. I originally intended to go by the identity of an ordinary person..."

"You're not trying to say you're a billionaire, are you? That's such an old joke."

"No, I meant to say that I am the younger brother of the investor of [Goelock]."

"You might as well say you're a billionaire. Come on, let's buy some stocks to support this. Anyway, it's already so low that even if it drops further, it'll only be a dollar to fifty cents."

To be honest, no one would believe it, but with the idea of ​​helping if you can, most people superficially agreed that stocks like Dali Feizhuan are good stocks and that you should buy more.

Later, Dali Feizhu could see from the faces of these people how many were just going through the motions, but now everyone had smiles on their faces.

On January 20, 2101, after 20 days, the Fairy Kingdom completed a historic event of millennium scale. Under the guarantee of the Giant Kingdom Alliance, the orcs established their first diplomatic relations with humans on the platform of Hermes's Traveling Hat.

After that, large quantities of food from the orcish regions entered the market of the Holy Cross Kingdom. It was of high quality and low price, and countless children and the elderly of the Holy Cross Kingdom had enough to eat.

On the special day of February 28th, 2101, the Holy Cross Kingdom and the Giant Kingdom Alliance announced the contributions of the Strangers, whose names were omitted at the request of the Mighty Flying Bricks and their group.

Another month later, on March 12, 2101, following the initial wave of relatively low-key, tentative entry into the game triggered by the video of the battle against the Titan, the real wave of entry arrived, and the number of players surged.

The world is undergoing a real transformation.

But while some rejoice, others grieve. Everything in this world is flourishing, but one person's face is gloomy.

Herbie stared at the documents in her hand, angrily raising her hand to slam them down, but it was an antique table. She then picked up a cup, but a broken cup would need replacing, which would cost money. She then set her sights on a chair, which was worthless; she had found it, but she couldn't move it.

"Ughhhh—that damned stranger, he betrayed me!"

Herbie ultimately chose to throw the insole on the ground.

"Betrayal? I remember that every time they had a fair exchange of benefits with you, how did you come up with that as betrayal?"

Kurené stood in the shadows, seemingly confused, yet also mocking, as if he had been standing there for a long time, watching Herbie's ugliness for just as long.

"You're angry because the food trade in the orcish region's teleportation tower network didn't reach you. You feel that the strangers should plead for you, even if it was a fair exchange of interests between you. In the first place, you were the one who approached them, and you used your connections to help them speak to the giant royal family."

"To be fair, they owe you. Without you, none of this would have started... Is that what you think?"

Herbie remained silent, her expression somber, but that was what she truly thought.

"You never owe anyone favors, you only exchange benefits." Kurene shook his head and stepped out of the shadows, leaning on his double-snake cane.

"Have you considered that those strangers have already done you a favor? They introduced you to the Beast King, who has a voice. Although they don't have much affection for you, they still acknowledge your actions and your professionalism."

"But the Beast King rejected you."

Is this your guess?

“No, it’s true. Establishing diplomatic relations with the orcs is a big deal, and I won’t be absent. More than one orc king has rejected you.” Kulener walked to the table and placed a badge on it.

"They smelled the dampness from the depths of the alley on you. As long as you can't change that, you're... But your contributions won't be forgotten. From today onwards, you're a senior partner."

"Hmph." Herbie snorted coldly, seemingly unconvinced, but still obediently took the badge from the table and pinned it to his chest.

"Do you know why you were rejected this time?" Kurenai asked on a whim, sitting down at the table and chatting with Herbie.

“Because I have body odor.” Herbie rolled her eyes; it was bound to be another abstract, theoretical statement anyway.

"No, it's because you didn't give anything in return. You were only after your own interests from beginning to end, and you always got your reward before you even gave anything in return. Everyone could sense that, so nobody felt they owed you anything."

Kulenne's words were surprisingly insightful, causing Herbibe's hand to freeze for a moment before he rolled his eyes at Kulenne's words.

Kurené, who had just started speaking in a very serious tone and getting straight to the point, suddenly became somewhat sentimental and glib.

"Perhaps only when you fall in love with someone will your heart truly become open and you will understand true giving."

Perhaps Courrené was still earnestly offering practical advice, but his talk of love and heart made him uncontrollably resemble an unreliable, dissolute bard.

"Workplace harassment! I want compensation! Compensation!"

Before Herbie could speak, Courrené had already disappeared.

"Tsk." Herbie clicked her tongue, resentfully organizing the documents, her mind preoccupied with the fact that she hadn't made a fortune.

She didn't care about Courrené's talk of love and heart; she wanted to keep working hard and find the next business opportunity. She felt that strangers were potential stocks and she had to dig them out properly.

"Next time, I must make money next time."

Her heart was like a deep alley, damp and cold. The moon made the alley beautiful at night, but it was ultimately a cold moon, and without the arrival of daylight, it only felt cold.

She had fantasized that someone could pull her out of it, but that was as unrealistic as expecting the sun to appear for her.

(End of this chapter)