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

Yu Jing's heart was consumed by extreme terror, compounded by the violent pain wracking his body, leaving him unable to speak for a moment—only able to scream in agony.

Yang Ling was very patient, letting him howl for a full quarter of an hour.

During that time, he even fed Yu Jing several bottles of Golden Sore Medicine to keep his HP from bottoming out.

Yu Jing's voice grew weaker and weaker.

"Zeng Mao, where is Zhuang Xu?"

"How the hell did he know..."

Yu Jing was terrified, but a strong will to survive made him make a choice immediately:

"They're in Xiangfeng Prefectural Capital—I'll tell you where they're staying!"

About two streets away from the vagrant resettlement point.

"The Ironclad Department seems to be arresting Immortal God Sect members."

"It's got nothing to do with us—we're not members yet, our identities are perfectly clean. But once we finish the task, we'll be able to do the Class Change soon."

"Exactly, just sending a few messages to get a Class Change opportunity—this is too good a deal."

"Uh... the messages we're sending are aimed at Yang Ling, the Number One on the Ranking. What if he catches us?"

"Are you kidding me? This is an Anonymous Message—how would Yang Ling know who sent it? Even if I sent it right in front of his face, he wouldn't notice."

"Zeng Mao, Zhuang Xu, I think I saw Yu Jing follow Yang Ling earlier. Could he be..."

"What could he do? Betray us? Don't forget, it was him who brought us this Class Change route—he's the one leading this."

Zeng Mao chuckled. "Earlier, I was watching from a distance too. Yang Ling probably realized Yu Jing was a player, so he temporarily took him away.

After all, ordinary players like us are in danger right now, we could be targeted by the Immortal God Sect at any time."

"Who actually set that fire?"

After a moment of silence, a player suddenly asked.

Everyone exchanged glances, a trace of fear and shock showing in their eyes.

"We're only responsible for sending messages—who set the fire isn't important."

Zhuang Xu spoke slowly: "You've been in the Divine Realm long enough to know we can't survive on our own.

Only by latching onto someone strong can we live like human beings."

"It's a shame Yang Ling only wants Martial Artists for his recruitment. If he'd accept us, we wouldn't have to do this."

Zhuang Xu's words drew nods of agreement from everyone, the guilt in their hearts gradually fading away.

They hadn't done anything wrong—they didn't set the fire, and sending messages was just for the Class Change.

"Those players..."

"They probably just quit the game."

Zeng Mao laughed.

"Right, they must have quit the game. It's just a game."

Everyone nodded.

The next moment, a gust of wind swept through, their vision went dark, and they knew nothing else.

When they came to, they found themselves in the Ironclad Department's prison, their money completely cleaned out—not a single tael of silver left.

"This is..."

Zeng Mao looked dazed, then suddenly spotted a figure standing outside, and quickly asked:

"What happened? Who are you?"

"I'm Yang Ling."

Yang Ling!? Why him!?

How did he find us!?

Yu Jing!? Did Yu Jing betray us!?

In that instant, Zeng Mao's thoughts seemed to span ten thousand years.

Someone snapped out of it and tried to send a Private Chat to a friend.

But they found they didn't have a single tael of silver left—couldn't even send a simple Private Chat!

A chill ran down their spines!

The other party had made thorough preparations, giving them no chance to relay any information to the outside world!

"You're Yang Ling, the Number One on the Divine Realm Level Ranking? We're players—why did you bring us here?"

Zeng Mao clung to his last shred of hope.

"You're Heretic Cultists of the Immortal God Sect."

Yang Ling said: "You should know why you're here."

Although these guys weren't even Level 10 yet, and weren't qualified for the Class Change, their actions were no different from those of the Immortal God Sect's Heretic Cultists.

"Is it Yu Jing who sold us out?"

Zhuang Xu spoke slowly.

"Yu Jing has already quit the game."

Yang Ling nodded lightly. "Before he quit, he told me where you were staying."

Everyone's bodies stiffened, fear showing in their eyes.

"You killed Yu Jing!?"

Zeng Mao gasped sharply. "Do you realize you're killing people!?"

"I just advised him to quit the game, not kill him."

Yang Ling smiled. "Now you have a chance—you can choose to stay in the Divine Realm or quit the game. What will you pick?"

"Yang Ling, don't be rash. I own a company on the outside—not huge, but if you let me go today, I'll give you the whole company once I'm out!"

Zhuang Xu hurriedly said.

"Don't say stupid things. I want useful information—do you know where the Immortal God Sect player who contacted Yu Jing is?"

Yang Ling asked.

The group of players exchanged glances, looking completely clueless.

"Yu Jing knows—he said he was the one who made the connection."

Zhuang Xu quickly answered.

"He doesn't know. I asked him before he quit—he doesn't even know the other party's name or what they look like."

Yang Ling shook his head.

"Then we definitely don't know either. It was Yu Jing who found us this time..."

Zhuang Xu muttered to himself: "We were only responsible for sending messages—the fire had nothing to do with us..."

"How could it have nothing to do with you? By helping send Anonymous Messages, you've naturally sided with the Immortal God Sect."

"In the Divine Realm Communication Channel, each player only gets one Anonymous Message per month."

"If you hadn't helped, the Immortal God Sect wouldn't have made such a big stir, and the impact wouldn't have been this wide."

"With so many new players entering the Divine Realm now, do you have any idea how much benefit your Anonymous Messages have brought the Immortal God Sect?"

"Plenty of players must think the Immortal God Sect is powerful and won't dare oppose them. Not to mention joining the sect—even just that fear alone gives the Immortal God Sect a huge advantage and makes their actions much easier."

Having said that, Yang Ling continued asking them more questions.

Based on their heartbeat rate and blood flow speed.

Yang Ling finally confirmed that this group of players knew nothing at all.

Their only purpose in doing this was to win the Immortal God Sect's favor, get help leveling up, and then receive a Class Change.

"That's all we know. We messed up this time—we hope you'll give us a chance to turn over a new leaf."

Zeng Mao took a deep breath, looking sincere:

"If any Immortal God Sect players contact us next, we'll definitely send you a Private Chat in time."

"No can do. I think you should just quit the game yourselves."

Yang Ling shook his head gently.

"Quit the game!?"

Everyone exchanged glances, then gasped sharply, staring at Yang Ling in disbelief.

Was this fellow player before them really going to make them die!?

"Y-you, don't be rash—we can talk this out..."

Zeng Mao stammered.

Yang Ling said seriously: "You have to quit the game. Right now I'm just persuading you—if you don't quit voluntarily, I'll force you out of the game."

A look of despair flashed in Zeng Mao's eyes, and he couldn't help but start cursing.

But the moment the curses began, he was gone.

He was dead. Zhuang Xu and the others saw this scene, closed their eyes in terror, and murmured to themselves:

"It's okay, dying just means leaving the game—it's okay..."

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