Poverty makes me capable of anything.

A lone swordsman streaked across the alley like a silver moon, leaving countless streaks of light in the air as he turned back.

Clang!

When the swordsman calmly appeared next to the leader of the Night Owls and slowly sheathed his sword, all the NPCs crowded in the box collapsed.

Without exception.

Including the leader.

The cannon barrel clattered to the ground, and he reached out to press his hand against the wound on his chest.

Although the wound was shallow, blood kept flowing out, making it look very horrifying.

The leader of the Night Owls gaped, his pupils contracted sharply, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Just as the NPCs were about to smash An Ran's house, a wind-attribute mage stood up.

Tick-tock, tick-tock.

The whirlwind lifted all the NPCs into the air like a tray, then with a tremor, bound them together like dumplings.

"Hey!"

The guild leader of the Chengkong Guild, [Qiushui Changtian], walked over and grabbed the collar of the Night Owl leader, chuckling as he said, "You were the one making a scene just now, and you even ordered someone to push my sister?"

The leader of the night owls struggled twice, but to no avail.

How could someone at level 81 possibly be a match for a level 110 player?

He was just as vulnerable as any ordinary person.

But the ruthlessness in the Night Owl leader's heart had not subsided. He was frightened but not flustered, because he had people above and behind him.

In order to investigate the secrets of Anran and Ella, the people sent to 1886 include top masters!

"Ah……"

The leader of the Night Owls gave Qiu Shui Changtian a disdainful, cold look: "If you know what's good for you, you'd better release me now, otherwise, once our reinforcements arrive, none of you will escape!"

Qiu Shui Changtian frowned.

The leader of the Night Owls continued, "This is our Night Owl territory. It's already magnanimous of me to tolerate your nonsense here. If anyone dies because of you, you can forget about staying in Night Owl territory any longer!"

"!"

ha?

If this dialogue were between two NPCs, the NPC being threatened would probably back down immediately.

But now he's facing players!

We players are never inferior to NPCs!

Why do gamers play games?

Isn't it all about relaxation and finding joy in games?

Even when people take on challenging games, it's because they can experience an indescribable joy of success afterward.

It's one thing to threaten us, but to actually threaten us not to stay in Night Owl's territory?

This is outrageous!

The most vehement reaction came from the players of the [Chengkong] guild. In fact, they had long harbored rebellious intentions and planned to join the Time-Space faction after the Empire attacked.

Let's do it ahead of time now.

The already turbulent city of Twin Moons is now engulfed in war.

The top master was far away in the Southern Hemisphere in 1886. By the time he realized what was happening, even the trembling AI life forms hiding underground in the research center had been dragged out by the players.

"You still dare to resist?"

An angry player ripped a deep purple weapon off an Omnic lifeform.

So...

The players' eyes lit up with envy, and the Omnics' lives were severely impacted.

Click, click, click!

Apart from the unbreakable core, the intelligent life forms were treated as if they had been disassembled into parts.

"This……"

Ella stared in disbelief at the players below.

The player's irrational and bizarre code of conduct left her bewildered.

Why did the whole city suddenly start chasing Night Owl's men?

"That's what gamers are like; you can't go against them!"

An Ran smiled slightly, concealing her achievements and fame.

In fact, she was the one who initiated the attack.

Throwing a cigarette butt in front of a powder keg is enough to set the whole world on fire!

With the Chengkong Guild at its core, Night Owl suddenly found himself on the opposite side from the players.

Ella looked up at Anran with a puzzled expression.

“You can think of strangers as mutated, pathological cells, whose aggression is even greater. You can also think of strangers as natural disasters, which are inherently unreasonable.”

Ella nodded, seemingly understanding.

Pathological cells? Natural disaster?

None of these are good adjectives.

Doesn't it just convey the idea of ​​sabotage?

"coming!"

At this moment, Ella was still struggling with her thoughts when Anran turned her head to look into the distance.

A gust of wind swept across from the Southern Hemisphere in 1886.

A terrifying wave rose on the ocean surface.

I estimate that person will arrive in Twin Moon City in about two minutes.

"This is a road of no return."

Without utilizing the properties of space, pure speed can never surpass the speed of light.

When the master from Night Owl rushed over from Provisional Government No. 1886, he saw a powerful gushing spring appear on the calm sea ahead.

Someone rose from the seabed, riding on the waves.

"I'm sorry, but I won't let you get there so easily before this natural disaster spreads."

An Ran, who possesses the ability to transform, has now become a female swordsman.

Moreover, she also has the most easily recognizable identification mark on her head—

Nickname: [Willow catkins fall, cuckoos cry]

"Get out of the way!"

The master of Night Owl stopped in his tracks and spoke to An Ran in an unfriendly tone.

He sensed something was wrong.

Logically speaking, strangers should be no different from ants that he could crush at will, but this stranger standing on the crest of the wave felt like an insurmountable wall to him.

It's very heavy.

An Ran remained silent, holding her sword with both hands, displaying the demeanor of a martial arts master. Look at me! Look at this young lady!

The master finally lost his temper: "If you don't move aside, strangers will be permanently banned from entering room 1886!"

"Pfft-"

However, An Ran laughed upon hearing this.

Wait a minute, if you were talking about other planets, that would be fine, but this is the planet where newbies are born. Can you stop game companies from selling game equipment?

I'm so angry!

Although it's unclear why An Ran was laughing, she was definitely mocking his intelligence.

The master pointed with his right hand, about to speak, when a small, thin figure suddenly darted out from behind him.

It's too late.

boom!

Ella, who was attacking from behind, swung her right fist, and a sharp little drill pierced through her chest.

pat.

The master's life was over, and he unwillingly fell into the sea.

“It’s done!” Ella looked at Anran with an obedient expression.

"let's go."

Ella asked doubtfully, "Shouldn't we get rid of that surveillance camera?"

"That was a gift for Night Owl."

There is no one left to stop the players' "rebellion".

Those who disrupt this "holy site" should get lost!

Once a conflict occurs, it becomes impossible to avoid bloodshed on both sides.

The embellished version of Night Owl's actions, once posted online, caused a huge stir on the forum.

Enron's fans were indignant and wished they could rush to Unit 1886 right now to drive out all of Night Owl's men.

Many players even said that...

[The planet where we were born in 1886 should be in our own hands. Why should we hand it over to the Night Owl?!]

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