I Can Get 1,000,000x Returns from Selling Anything!-Chapter 125 --The Official Dissolution of Ragnarok Guild
"Duke Faustus... truly is an extraordinary man!"
"He is a great archer, and an even greater warrior."
"Mom, Duke Faustus is an archer, right? So how can he also be a warrior?"
"Hahaha... anyone who fights for justice is the bravest kind of warrior!"
A little boy wiped his nose with his sleeve and looked up at the statue with eyes full of longing.
"He killed the Shadowkin Overlord and destroyed the alliance of non-human races... When I grow up, I want to become a great warrior like Duke Faustus too—to protect the Empire and protect the human race!"
"Starting today, I have one more idol, and that’s Duke Faustus!"
"Give me a break. You get a new idol every other day!"
"Pah, stop talking nonsense. Tomorrow I’m packing my things and heading to Polaris City to contribute my Strength to the development of my idol’s territory!"
"Well said, my friend. I’m planning the same thing. And I heard that Polaris City’s construction and development are flourishing right now—the perks there is excellent!"
"Count me in. I just want to go over there and take a look!"
...
Temple of the Gods.
Clang, clang, clang...
Weapons slipped from the hands of the gathered powerhouses and fell to the ground one after another, producing crisp metallic sounds.
Each of them stood there dumbfounded, unable to react for a long time.
"Duke Faustus... destroyed the spatial passage to the Undead Realm? The Undead Cataclysm... was stopped just like that?"
"I’m not dreaming, am I? Why does this feel so unreal?"
"Faustus... I remember him. During the battle at the nine-star Abyss Rift, we crossed paths with him."
"I remember too. Back then, we even fought alongside him and killed the allied forces of the non-human races."
"This is simply too unbelievable. He’s just an adventurer—how could he possibly shatter the Undead Realm’s spatial passage?"
"Exactly. Setting aside how difficult it is to destroy the passage, just locating it would require enormous time and effort... How on earth did he do it?"
"Hahaha... wonderful. Duke Faustus truly is a hero of the Empire and of humanity."
"Yes. He saved the Empire, and he saved humanity as well... truly a person worthy of respect!"
When these Temple of the Gods powerhouses first received the news of the Undead Realm’s invasion, they had still been worrying about how much devastation this calamity would bring upon the Empire.
And yet in the blink of an eye, the catastrophe had been erased by a single adventurer.
They were shocked and confused—but even more than that, they felt joy and respect.
...
Imperial Capital, Royal Palace.
The aged Emperor was glowing with vigor, as if he had suddenly become ten years younger.
Standing before the great hall, his voice rang out like a bell.
"Men! Deliver my decree—send an envoy and reward Duke Faustus with one blackgold-grade gold mine!"
A minister stepped forward trembling, then spoke cautiously.
"Your Majesty... You have already dispatched three envoys and rewarded Duke Faustus three times with various mineral resources..."
The Emperor froze for a moment, then burst into loud laughter.
"Then send ten more envoys for me! See what else can be rewarded, and send all of it to Duke Faustus!"
The minister did not know whether to laugh or cry, but could only bow and accept the order.
"As you wish, Your Majesty."
...
Multiversal World Channel.
"Damn it! Why doesn’t our World Zone have someone like Faustus?!"
"World Zone 616 has gone too far! You people have a cheating monster like Faustus, but our World Zone 1213 doesn’t..."
"Forget destroying the Undead Realm’s spatial passage—we don’t even know where the passage is! This is seriously infuriating!"
"Exactly. If we could find where it was, I alone could complete this quest too!"
"Bitch, you sure are good at talking big. If I hadn’t seen that you were only level 24, I might actually have believed you!"
"You players from World Zone 616 don’t know how to play fair! You’re always relying on cheats to seize the advantage!"
"I refuse to accept this. Why do we have to fight the Undead Cataclysm while World Zone 616 doesn’t?"
"Friends from the other World Zones, have you noticed? All the good things go to World Zone 616, while all the bad things happen to us outsiders..."
"A bunch of idiots showing off their low-level superiority here. If you’re so capable, then do what they did. If you don’t have the ability, then shut up!"
"What exactly are you World Zone 616 players feeling superior about? Isn’t it just because you have Faustus? Put Faustus in our zone instead, and he’d still beat your World Zone 616 so badly you’d question your lives. Believe it or not?"
"The guy above is clearly just jealous. Case closed."
"Heh. You people are just lucky, that’s all..."
...
The news that Faustus’s statues had been erected in all nine main cities spread across the entirety of World Zone 616 like a raging storm.
Nine plazas. Nine statues!
That young archer holding a longbow and gazing toward the heavens had been forever fixed, in stone and bronze, into the sight of every player.
In the World Channel, amazement and doubt intertwined into a vast sea of chatter.
"By the gods... statues erected simultaneously in all nine main cities? This has to be the highest honor the Human Empire can bestow upon a player, right?"
"Is Great God Faustus about to ascend into legend?"
"It’s nothing but good luck. I could’ve done the same."
Someone muttered sourly.
"You? You can’t even beat the wild wolves outside the Starter Village."
"Hahaha, invincible. All I can say is—absolutely invincible!"
"Seriously though, after playing this game for so long, I’ve practically developed feelings for these NPCs. Sometimes it really feels like they’re actual living people."
"Yeah. I still remember Old Jack from Stone Lake Village. I spent that whole stretch of time fishing with him every day!"
"Exactly. I’d actually feel a little reluctant seeing those villagers die in battle. This move from Great God Faustus is genuinely unbeatable!"
"Hahaha, even though it’s definitely a good thing, what exactly are wish points? I’ve never even seen them before, hahaha..."
But unlike the jubilant mood among the general player base in World Channel, the atmosphere inside the core channels of the major guilds was completely different.
Silence. Oppression. Even a hint of despair.
After hearing the news, Duskfang, the guild leader of Ragnarok, remained silent for a full minute.
Inside the guild channel, everyone held their breath and waited.
At last, he slowly spoke, his voice hoarse and exhausted:
"We can’t compete with him. From today onward... Ragnarok is dissolved..."
No one objected.
Because they all knew that in front of that name, any struggle was meaningless.
Meanwhile, another scene was playing out in the public channel of Eternal Eagle.
Whitehead Falcon was delivering an impassioned speech.
"Everyone, at the very least, here we are all upper management, and we can enjoy the best perks. But anywhere else, we’d only be the lowest foot soldiers!"
The silence from the upper ranks was deafening.
Everyone knew exactly what "anywhere else" the guild leader was referring to.
"No matter how strong Doom Guild is, it’s still only a private guild. But Eternal Eagle is a guild that has gathered countless top talents from the entire Morgan Consortium. We will never bow our heads!"
As soon as the message was sent, the channel exploded with approval.
"That’s right! We’d rather die than submit!"
"Let them see our backbone! They’re afraid of Doom Guild, but we’re not!"
