Players’ NPC daddy

Chapter 968 Chaos and Evil

That was the weekly routine after the Bandit King appeared. After the trust game set by the Bandit King, people who abided by the rules would be sent here every week.

Some of those people cried and complained, some were crazy, but everyone's ending was the same. The bandit king would whisper in their ears, and then they would go crazy.

It doesn't matter what those people did. Those who abide by the rules will be laughed at and asked if they have the guts to make sense in this line of work. Those who simply fail to pay enough tribute will be ridiculed for their incompetence and given an opportunity to commit suicide.

No matter what those who did not pay the full tribute do, the Bandit King will not care and will just start his own game.

Sometimes...it's useless even if you pay all the tributes.

When the bandit king put his mouth close to the ear of the person who owed tribute, everyone around him covered their ears consciously. They didn't want to hear the words that would drive people crazy, nor did they want to hear the screams of the tortured person.

They let go of their ears only after they saw the bandit king lying back on the mountain of gold coins, while the victim was already lying on the ground in a state of mental collapse.

"Oh, another one has gone crazy." The Bandit King held his chin and glanced at the people in front of him jokingly, "He used to bring several people here, but now he only brings one a week."

"The lower classes are...almost all dead."

"There are more capable people. That's a good thing." The Bandit King clapped his hands.

No one knew whether he was really praising her or just...

The bandits lowered their heads, sweating profusely. Finally, the voice calling for their rescue rang out again, and a group of men and women pushed open the door and walked in.

Whenever these strangers appeared, the Bandit King would let them go without any interest.

"You're back too soon. Go away." The bandit king waved his hand in boredom and grabbed a handful of gold coins and threw them to the bandits.

The bandits immediately lowered their heads and scrambled for the gold coins.

These gold coins were not many, but they symbolized that they had survived another week and successfully maintained their status. They could live a comfortable life for the next six days.

After all the bandits had left, the Bandit King threw the golden cup in his hand at the people who had interrupted his game.

"You always pick the time when I'm having a blast to disturb us."

"You always say this. Is it fun to say this to other NPCs?" The leader took the golden cup. He was tall, handsome and sunny, but his words sounded a little sinister.

"Players, I am committed to conveying the truth of the world to everyone. But there are too many naive fools in this world, and only these idiots can understand the reality of the world." The Bandit King spread his hands, facing these noble guests from another world with a lazy and arrogant attitude.

"Or am I not satisfying you, and you are planning to find a new Bandit King?"

"It's not easy to train a bandit king. You are considered the best among them." The tall man threw the golden cup back, hitting the bandit king's head directly, causing blood to flow.

But the bandit king didn't care. Instead, he looked at the bloodstains gradually disappearing from his fingers with great interest.

"Fake pain, fake blood, fake body, fake everything."

"Have you learned how to say 'mystify'? Very good, this is a good progress." The tall man nodded with satisfaction, and then prepared to turn around and leave.

"It is said that."

The bandit king suddenly spoke, his words full of meaning and gloating. "There is a particularly powerful evil stranger who has wiped out all the dens in the gem mining area."

The tall man frowned, wondering what the bandit king meant by this, but the men and women around him began to whisper, and one of them whispered to the tall man.

"Boss, it's someone from the Somado Guild, right?"

"[Somado]?"

"They are the bad players who got lucky enough to get the Hermes Travel Cap and became stronger. The guild leader is the former professional player Greenland."

The tall man still had a frown on his face, not a reaction to hearing trouble, but simply confusion at these unfamiliar words.

After hearing the name Greenland, the tall man relaxed his brows a little.

"That second place in the World Series, if she becomes interested in our organization, things will become troublesome. She has some skills."

"I heard that they have taken in a lot of believers recently. I think they lack the resources to support them."

"That means they have set their sights on the legendary bandit king who is as wealthy as a country. That's normal." The tall man nodded, his face returning to a deadpan state. He turned to face the men and women behind him.

"There is nothing to be afraid of. Compared to the greenhouse environment where they were raised by the [Hermes's Traveling Cap], we grew up in a more harsh environment. We are stronger."

"Besides, a professional player is not a symbol of strength, let alone a retired professional player. Her current strength is just because she was fed by NPCs. Not to mention that she has recently become a nanny for those useless NPCs and a training player. Her edge is no longer there."

The noisy men and women immediately quieted down, looking at the tall man with somewhat fanatical expressions.

"We have hundreds of members, covering almost all the evil professions, and there are tens of thousands of NPC cannon fodder, while they are less than ten people in total, and thousands of them are powerless burdens."

"They will definitely be the ones who clash with us and fall into hell."

The tall man raised his arms and spoke loudly.

"We are the masters of this world, we can do whatever we want. What else can we do with such freedom if not to vent our inner stress!"

"That's right! Those hypocritical people are pretending to be good people. They obviously want to rob and kill people!"

"They are the ones being played by the game, and we are the ones playing the game!"

"Evil players are 1.5 times stronger than normal players!"

The voices of the men and women were getting louder and louder, and they were buzzing like insects that had found a group. However, they did not notice that the tall man's expression remained calm, as if he was just reading a speech.

The eyes of the men and women were filled with indifference as if they were looking at garbage.

"After all the upheavals, our territory has come to World F. The Kingdom cannot send a large army to wipe it out. Now is the time to start planning. Let us build a truly free world."

"Let's challenge more limits!"

The word "offline" made all the men and women smile maliciously, while the Bandit King, who was watching and listening to all this, leaned against the ocean of gold coins, closed his eyes and hummed a little tune, as if nothing mattered, and as if he had already been numb and desperate.

(End of this chapter)