Something’s Wrong with This Game — I Became a God by Mining!

This thunderous roar was out of the ordinary, shaking the entire prefectural capital.

Within just a quarter of an hour, the Garrison Troops under Zhao Chonghong and the Ironclad Department constables had already rushed to the site where flames were leaping.

Nearby stood many ordinary-looking citizens, their eyes still carrying traces of shock and terror.

Only upon seeing the arrival of the Garrison Troops and constables did their expressions ease somewhat, though their faces remained pale.

Zhao Zheng and Zhao Fu exchanged a glance, both catching a flicker of confusion in each other's eyes.

The bigwigs from various industries who had come with the group all let out a silent sigh of relief.

This district was home to the poorest people in Xiangfeng Prefectural Capital.

None of their businesses were located here.

"Put out the fire."

The Ironclad Department constables immediately set about extinguishing the flames upon seeing this.

The Garrison Troops cordoned off the passageways and maintained order.

Yang Ling stared at the sea of fire before him, his perception slowly spreading out.

"Governor Zhao, what place is this? Why did it catch fire?"

Kong Xinghu casually asked a question, though he didn't take it too seriously. This wasn't his jurisdiction, and it didn't look like a wealthy residential area.

This fire couldn't cause much damage.

Zhao Chonghong said nothing, merely glancing at the clerk beside him.

The middle-aged clerk spoke in a low voice: "Your Excellency, this place was used recently to settle vagrants. Over the past few months, the number of vagrants has been increasing, and they've mostly been housed here."

Vagrants? Everyone silently breathed another sigh of relief.

Even if people died inside, they weren't ordinary citizens.

Vagrants had lost their identities; until they underwent re-registration, they couldn't even be considered subjects of Zhao State.

"Vagrants?"

Yang Ling's expression shifted slightly, and he suddenly spotted a player among the onlookers.

He discreetly walked over in that direction.

No one noticed Yang Ling's movement, because he wasn't an Ironclad Department agent of Xiangfeng Prefectural Capital.

That player was still shaken, staring intently at the sea of fire, his forehead drenched in cold sweat.

When the nearby residents saw Yang Ling approaching, they instinctively stepped aside.

Only this player hadn't snapped out of it yet.

"How many players are in there?"

Yang Ling stopped in front of the player and asked in a deep voice.

"What players?"

The player muttered instinctively, then immediately snapped back to reality. He stared dumbly at Yang Ling and stammered:

"You, you are..."

"I'm Yang Ling."

Yang Ling said.

"Y-Yang Ling?! The Number One on the Divine Realm Level Ranking, already level 86 Yang Ling!?"

The player gasped sharply, staring at Yang Ling in disbelief.

To him, how was this any different from having a national president suddenly appear before him?

"Stop wasting time. How many players are in there?"

Yang Ling pressed firmly.

The player before him was only level 3, not a Martial Artist, and hadn't even done a Class Change. Clearly, he'd arrived not long ago.

"At least seventy or eighty players. Some came before me, some came after."

The player said instinctively:

"I just went out to find a job, wanted to see if there was a way to level up steadily, and when I came back..."

He paused, then said with immense relief:

"Good thing I went out, otherwise I would have been burned to death too!"

Seventy or eighty players?

Yang Ling instinctively looked toward the sea of fire. The Ironclad Department constables had already put out part of it.

That area was scorched black, revealing seven or eight twisted corpses in various poses.

These bodies were impossible to distinguish as male or female, young or old.

They had been burned into black skeletons.

That player fell silent now too, his eyes wide open as tears rolled down his face unconsciously:

"Why? Why did this place catch fire..."

"It wasn't a fire, it was an explosion."

The player looked at Yang Ling, dazed:

"Explosion? Why would there be an explosion in a place like this?"

Yang Ling didn't answer. He just silently gazed at the sea of fire.

He already had the answer in his heart.

It was the Immortal God Sect's explosives, and there was the smell of Fire Oil mixed in.

That meant explosives plus Fire Oil had created such a massive commotion.

"The players inside are probably all dead."

At that moment, the player suddenly stammered:

"Y-Yang Ling, look at the Divine Realm Communication Channel."

Yang Ling's mind stirred. He opened his Status Panel. Someone was spamming the Divine Realm Communication Channel.

[Anonymous (Yu Jing): The Immortal God descends, heavenly fire falls! Hear this, Ironclad Department Yang Ling! Because you recklessly purged the Immortal God Sect, today heavenly fire descends upon Xiangfeng Prefectural Capital. A hundred players have been burned alive. This is your sin!]

[Anonymous (Zeng Mao): The Immortal God descends, heavenly fire falls! Hear this, Ironclad Department Yang Ling...]

[Anonymous (Zhuang Xu): The Immortal God...]

At this very moment, countless players were silently watching the messages in the Public Channel.

It was the first time so many anonymous messages had appeared, causing the Public Channel, which normally had occasional interactions, to fall silent.

All these messages were sent by these anonymous users.

In a short time, more than a dozen had already been posted!

And the content above made the players who could see these messages tremble with fear.

At this very moment, players were constantly arriving at the scene nearby, staring in shock at the sea of fire, their expressions moved, their eyes filled with terror.

"This Immortal God Sect is pretty badass, huh? One anonymous message costs five hundred taels of silver, and they just send them whenever they want?"

"Five hundred taels of silver... one tael here has purchasing power equivalent to about two thousand in reality. Five hundred taels... that's a million! They've already spent over ten million spamming!"

"Ten million isn't that much either. This is an ad visible to every player. If you ran an ad like that in reality, it'd cost you over a hundred million."

"Is that the point? The point is that the Immortal God Sect is going head-to-head with Yang Ling! They seem to be slaughtering players just to force Yang Ling into submission!"

Players across different regions kept exchanging words, their expressions either angry or alarmed.

Who knew when this so-called heavenly fire might fall on them?

At the Blazing Gold Mine, all players stopped their work.

Lin Caiyi and the others stared grimly at the spammed content in the Public Channel.

"This is an outrage! Those Immortal God Sect bastards have gone mad!"

Qin Mo muttered to himself.

"Sick fucks! Did they really burn over a hundred players to death? Those were living people! People from the same place we came from!"

Zhang Shendao gripped his Pickaxe tightly. As a teacher, his face was now twisted with rage.

"Teacher Zhang, calm down."

Li Shou moved closer: "Getting angry won't help now. Don't wreck your health over this. Rank One Yang will definitely handle this. Trust him."

"How?"

Lin Caiyi spoke slowly: "Suppose the Immortal God Sect really did burn a hundred players to death. They'll keep using this method to threaten Brother Yang. What is Brother Yang supposed to do?"

Everyone fell into silence.

Just then, another message appeared in the Public Channel, still anonymous.

[Anonymous (Luo Kai): Yang Ling, I know you're in Xiangfeng Prefectural Capital, and I know you're staring at those burned player corpses right now. I hope you learn your lesson and stop targeting the Immortal God Sect. This is the first warning, and it will absolutely not be the last.]

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