There Must Be Something Wrong With This Game!

While Kael was sound asleep, the sheep-fleecing operation outside had already become an industry.

Duan Fei had already recorded all sorts of keywords and their combinations. All a player had to do was say the keywords to instantly receive a reward.

Because the same information couldn’t be submitted twice, Duan Fei was responsible for crossing out the intel as it was used. Once all the information was exhausted, he would send someone to notify Beist and Winston, telling them to head to the next location so the location-based intel could be used again.

This was the true worth of a gold-medal planner; organizing something like this was just too easy.

As the main planner, Duan Fei was entitled to an extra cut. He didn’t take much, just a five-point commission from everyone. Including his own personal share, his profits from this operation were five times greater than they would have been.

Too high a cut would upset the other players, but too low, and he’d be selling himself short. Five points was a happy medium.

Besides, future operations would still require everyone’s cooperation. Building some goodwill now certainly wouldn’t hurt him later on.

Kael’s fifty years of accumulated wealth were enormous. The group had been fleecing him all morning and still hadn’t cleaned him out; it felt like there was still plenty more to take.

Just then, the player in charge of keeping an eye on Kael made a call.

There was no cell signal here, but they could communicate via Bluetooth. A few high-powered Bluetooth-enabled phones could transmit information within a certain range, making it convenient for the players to share intel.

"This is bad! Kael’s awake. He’s coming to inspect the situation after lunch. What should we do?"

"Stall for time. Does he have any hobbies? Besides little boys, that is," Duan Fei asked.

The player, who had been about to say "little boys," hesitated before speaking. "His health is poor, so he’s always searching for something to restore his youth. But that kind of thing is rare. We don’t have it."

"Then we’ll just have to give him a pick-me-up. Yan Yuan!"

Yan Yuan, who had just barely escaped the south and was overjoyed at the thought that his kidneys wouldn’t be harvested, stared wide-eyed at Duan Fei. "Master, if you weren’t my master, I would’ve blasted you with my Demon Eye by now."

"You think you’re the only one with a Demon Eye? I’ve got one too! Let’s have a passionate shootout right now and see who gets hurt first."

Grumbling and cursing, Yan Yuan glared at Duan Fei, but ultimately coughed up some of his blood.

A player who was an expert in massage and acupressure stepped forward. He quickly mixed the blood into some essential oil, then called over a few players with high Strength Attributes to act as his assistants. Together, they burst in on Kael, who was in his room having a meal.

Seeing the players, Kael sighed in resignation. Wiping the corner of his mouth, he asked, "Can’t you people let me rest for even a moment?"

"We’ve found something amazing that will revitalize your Spirit."

"Spare me. I really don’t want to eat any more of your so-called ’nine-times-coiled biological intestines’."

"No, this time it’s the real deal."

As the player uncapped the bottle of essential oil, Kael caught the scent. The knife and fork in his hands froze in mid-air.

Shoving his silver platter aside, he had an attendant take it away. Then he asked, "The blood of a Phoenix... I’ve only had it once. The species is extinct, after all. Where did you get this?"

Kael stared at the bottle of essential oil, his face full of anticipation. He could never have imagined that such a precious substance was from a zoo in some dungeon—a place anyone could visit for free, get up close to the exhibits, and even draw a little blood.

"An Angel’s secret."

"You lot really think you’re Angels... Fine, give it to me. I’ll give you a worthy reward."

Kael impatiently reached for the bottle, but the player stored it away in his inventory and said gravely, "I am a blind massage therapist."

"What does that have to do with me?" Kael asked with a frown.

"In my real life, I can’t see my patients’ Reaction. I can only tell if I’m doing things correctly by feeling their Bone and listening to their sounds. I came to play this game partly to relax, but more importantly, to improve my memory by watching other people’s reactions."

"So what in the world does that have to do with me? What are you even talking about?" Kael was getting more and more confused.

"My point is, I’m going to give you a massage, during which I will use this essential oil. If you don’t let me do that, you’ll never get your hands on it."

In that instant, Kael truly wanted to cut down the Descender standing before him.

But he also understood that if he did, he would forever lose this essential oil mixed with Phoenix blood.

These Descenders possessed very peculiar abilities, one of which was producing items out of thin air.

When they died, these miraculous items would disappear along with them, and their bodies would dissipate at an incredible speed for reasons unknown.

After a moment of thought, Kael said, "Fine. You can help me. But I must warn you, this place is teeming with Divine Art and Holy Knights. You’d best not get any funny ideas."

"Don’t worry. I never make a move on my patients. I’m a man of great professional integrity."

"Strangely convincing."

After getting Kael to lie face down on the bed, the massage therapist stripped off his clothes. He stared at the old man’s flesh for a moment, then frowned.

"How long has it been since you bathed?"

"Not long. Just three months ago."

"Go take a bath!"

"But..."

"Take a bath!"

"...Fine. But you’d better be ready when I get back."

Thanks to the arrangements of the highly professional massage therapist, the players bought themselves a precious two hours.

Afterward, the massage therapist gave Kael a thorough massage. The exquisite technique, combined with the effect of the essential oil, had Kael crying out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. ’This is so damn stimulating!’

When the massage was finally over, Kael, who had only just woken up, fell soundly asleep once more, a blissful yet pained smile on his face.

Meanwhile, outside, Duan Fei and the others redoubled their fleecing efforts.

It wasn’t until the next morning that Duan Fei and the others finally finished cleaning out Kael’s personal coffers.

Supplies of all kinds were piled mountain-high, and most of them were items that could be taken out of this world.

After a preliminary screening where they tossed out obviously useless filler items, the rest was sorted, categorized, and distributed randomly among the players, leaving everyone’s inventory completely stuffed.

Some players saw a new opportunity in this, declaring that they would take any future chance to fleece someone dry like this again.

Seeing that they had gotten just about everything, Qiushi said to Duan Fei, "Duan Someone, isn’t it about time to make our move? We’re ready. We can bring Kael to justice right here on the spot."

"Hold on. I feel like it’s not enough. This camp is quite large, isn’t it?"

"You’re not even going to let the camp off the hook?!" Qiushi asked in astonishment.

"Didn’t the NPCs put this stuff here for players to take?! Are you a proper gamer or not? Isn’t it a player’s instinct to loot everything that isn’t nailed down? Besides, Kael’s Divine Art is still here. Shouldn’t we dig this whole place up to prevent any future problems?!"

"That makes sense... but how are we supposed to get those Priests and Holy Knights to let us dig the place up?"

"Don’t worry, I have a plan. Get the civil engineering guys. It’s time to get to work."

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