Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

That's why he lives a life of debauchery here, because he knows that everyone will eventually leave.

It's only a matter of time.

What if they leave early and we can never drink this good wine again?

It's a pity I can't get drunk...

……

Kirito and Agil teleported to the 22nd floor. The streets on the 22nd floor were usually deserted, but today they seemed to be more crowded than usual.

However, with more people, it felt even more deserted.

Each player was in a different corner, and their eyes were all different.

The news of the Smiling Coffin had clearly spread, and people with various feelings teleported to the 22nd floor, wanting to witness the development of events firsthand, since it concerned everyone's fate.

Heathcliff is absolutely right about that.

"Although there are many people, I'm afraid very few will actually participate in this expedition."

Agil was somewhat disappointed because there were very few people like Kirito and himself heading towards the venue; there were only a handful of people walking together.

Putting aside the time factor, how many teams can be assembled in the end, given this approach?

Fifty?

one hundred?

If we could have two hundred, that would be a miracle, wouldn't it?

But can success be guaranteed with just two hundred people?

We already know that dozens of red-named players appeared that day, but who knows how many more are hidden in the shadows? Clearly, those red-named players are quite strong. If it really comes to a life-or-death struggle, could two hundred people really crush fifty?

This is impossible.

Agil was much more mature. Having served in the military, he naturally knew that on the battlefield, one could never measure the strength of two teams by numbers, especially in the era of cold weapons, where the variables were even greater.

A well-trained, disciplined, and strategic small squad, say a hundred men, could easily defeat an enemy force of a thousand. This is assuming the opposing side is also an army, not just a bunch of rabble.

If one side is a regular army, elite and invincible, and the other side is just a temporary uprising, a rabble with incomplete weapons and equipment, then it is possible for one to defeat ten, or even a hundred.

After all, war is not a math problem. Agil is very worried about how long this team will last if they fail to land a single hit when fighting against red-named enemies.

Given the current momentum of the players, the will of the rest might collapse after a few people die, and then how can they fight?

That would truly become a one-sided pursuit!

Once a defeat occurs, there is absolutely no possibility of recovery or salvation.

"Agil, don't worry."

At that moment, Kirito's voice rang out beside Agil, who was startled and looked at Kirito.

"We will survive, everyone will survive, I will fight with all my might, even if we are just guinea pigs, we absolutely cannot give up like this."

"I want to live, I really want to, so we must fight, and we must win!"

These were Kirito's words, firm and passionate, making Agil's heart leap. A small group of players on the street, about four people, also heard Kirito's words. They exchanged a glance, then hesitantly took a step and followed.

Aikir smiled and said, "How interesting!"

This is Kirito. Perhaps his words are somewhat naive, his decisions are not perfect, the direction he chooses to move forward is not correct, and he doesn't even have a solution to the problem.

What he possesses most is passion and an indomitable spirit, a spirit that can inspire others.

Aegir is past that age, but others aren't, or rather, most players in Aincrad aren't right now.

"Kirito, has anyone ever told you that if you could be more independent, you might become a hero?"

"Hero? There is no hero as weak as me. I can't do anything. All I can do now is pick up my sword and fight to the death."

Agil shook his head, not continuing, but muttering to himself, "A hero doesn't necessarily have to be powerful; more often, they're a symbol. If it weren't for figures like Momo and Kayaba Akihiko, Kirito, you would probably have become the symbol of the entire Death Game sooner or later. At that time, you would be a hero!"

"Right now, aren't these few players who followed you simply because they heard your words the best proof of that?"

"Unfortunately, there are no more opportunities. Momo has dismantled the stage for the death game. Everyone needs to face reality and confront everything."

The two walked ahead, unaware of what was behind them. They didn't know that the group behind them was growing larger, and by the time they entered the venue, there were already about fifty people behind them.

In a sense, perhaps all players haven't truly lost all hope.

In the distance, Heathcliff stood on a high platform, surrounded by Fang King, Tilber, and Asuna.

These four individuals are also the leaders of the four largest factions among all players. They are now looked up to by everyone and expected to point out a way for them to continue to survive.

"It seems there are more people than I expected. Kirito-kun, you did a great job getting so many people here. I think you could be the captain of a raiding party."

Kirito blinked, pointed to his nose, turned around in surprise, and only realized what was happening when he saw dozens of eyes behind him. He was the one who was startled.

These people all came with Kirito, at least the first few did, so they all trust Kirito now and consciously stand behind him.

The other three on the platform also looked at Kirito without offering any opinions, which was tantamount to acquiescing.

Ya-Oh isn't familiar with the fanfiction, Kirito is one of Tilbell's subordinates, and Asuna and Momo are also friends with Kirito. Given this network, no one would object to Kirito leading a team.

Furthermore, Kirito's strength is also well-known.

"It seems no one objects, so let's continue with the next steps."

Heathcliff spoke eloquently, seemingly having prepared everything, but at that moment, Asuna's voice rang out.

"Heathcliff, are you already planning to take over all management authority and appoint everyone at will? It seems that Tilberu and I haven't agreed yet?"

108 Asuna, you can't go!

The atmosphere at the scene was anything but lively; there wasn't even a whispering or hushed conversation. Everyone was quietly watching the four people on the platform, their manners were frighteningly high.

Indeed, human potential is limitless.

Heathcliff remained unfazed by Asuna's questioning, seemingly indifferent to everyone's opinions.

He turned his head and said, "What's wrong, Miss Asuna? Do you have any complaints about my arrangements for Kirito?"

Asuna frowned and said, "No one is dissatisfied with Kirito's arrangements; he is capable of taking on this responsibility. But Heathcliff, why should you be the one to arrange Kirito's appointment? Do you even have the qualifications?"

Seeing that it seemed that they had started arguing because of him, Kirito immediately wanted to say something to stop them. After all, it was already this late, why did they still have to argue?

He doesn't understand.

Agil immediately stopped him, shaking his head at him. Seeing Kirito's puzzled look, he said, "Kirito, it's not because of you. This war would have been inevitable even without you. Consider it a declaration of war and a proclamation before the battle."

Kirito stared in disbelief and exclaimed, "But why is that?!"

"why?"

Aikir looked at the group of people. He vaguely understood what was going on, but knowing nothing about the truth, he couldn't give a complete answer.

Therefore, Agil can only offer his understanding from a human perspective.

In short, it's just human nature's inherent flaws.

In his view, Heathcliff was eager to correct his mistakes, and his approach was to address the negative consequences of his errors. He also intended to use this opportunity to solidify his reputation.

As for Asuna, Agil admits he doesn't understand her. It's not that Asuna is mysterious, but rather that her behavior is logically inconsistent with her past actions.

Perhaps this is the fickleness of women; a woman's temperament can change drastically overnight?

Akiel scratched his head, thinking of his girlfriend. He felt somewhat fortunate that she was a good woman. However, these thoughts only made him miss his girlfriend, whom he hadn't seen for months, even more.

"Indeed, I am not qualified."

Heathcliff's lips curled up in what appeared to be a smile, but his facial muscles remained still, and his eyes were expressionless, making his smile look more like an arrogant mockery.

This made Asuna even more unable to understand this man. How could a defeated general who had lost to Momo, a stray dog, have such an expression?

"Then who else present is qualified?"

Heathcliff raised his hand and pointed at Fang King. Fang King's face darkened, but he remained silent.

Now, he's almost too afraid to speak, and he doesn't dare to manage things even when the guild is in complete chaos.

He was confused and didn't know what to do or which side to side with.

He admitted that he was frightened by Momo.

"King Ya, do you think you have the right to do this? On that day, you received a vague report and took the initiative to plan to attack Momo at his wedding, putting Momo in this predicament and ruining Miss Asuna's wedding."

Do you think you have the right to do these things?

Ya Wang's face darkened even more, so dark that he almost fainted. He knew he was in deep trouble, but he had no choice but to take the blame.

That image crystal was given to him by Heathcliff. He even schemed against Momo, sabotaged Momo's wedding, and attacked Momo at the wedding. All of this was a plan that Heathcliff devised by using words to entice him during their secret conversation.

Now, Heathcliff has clearly distanced himself from the whole affair, refusing to acknowledge anything. This makes him, the "King of the Fangs," the mastermind behind it all.

Although no one is holding Ya Wang accountable now, this false accusation has completely ruined his reputation.

Unfortunately, Ya Wang couldn't refute Heathcliff; he dared not reveal the truth and bring Heathcliff down from his position.

Having grown accustomed to the pinnacle of power, how could he allow himself to fall again? Heathcliff capitalized on this, launching a massive attack on the Tooth King and using him as a stepping stone for his own purposes.

As for Fang Wang, he could only keep his mouth shut, his face dark, and quietly let Heathcliff trample him underfoot.

The more Ya Wang thought about it, the angrier he became. His anger squeezed the muscles in his face, which made Ya Wang laugh.

"What are you laughing at, Fang Wang? Do you have any objections?"

“I have no right, Heathcliff, you’re right. My mistake is sealed, and I won’t make excuses. I just think you look ridiculous right now, like someone…?”

Like a person, but who?

Just like his former, lively self, Ya Wang himself.

And now, what has become of the King of Teeth?

"If you want to engage in cryptic conversation or try to solve riddles, wait until we return victorious, and I'll keep you company all day."

Heathcliff showed no intention of changing the subject, and Fang Wang grinned without forcing him. He was now imagining Heathcliff's miserable appearance when he was defeated, and just imagining that made him very happy.

"So, next, Tilberu, do you think you're qualified?"

“You don’t need to put me down, Heathcliff. I’m really not qualified. There’s only one person who is qualified, and that’s our chairman, but unfortunately we’ve already driven him out. I’m a commander, but not a decision-maker.”

Tilberu's voice was neither humble nor arrogant, attracting admiring glances from many players. However, they opened their mouths but did not say anything to make Tilberu take the lead.