There Must Be Something Wrong With This Game!

From the outside, it was just a dilapidated, sealed warehouse.

However, the power supply inside was fully functional and the lighting system was perfect, allowing Duan Fei’s next plan to be carried out.

Since there were no outsiders, the Lone Ranger also stepped out of the shadows, only to find the group acting very strangely.

Cuihua still had her head held high. Jinghong was off to the side, cleaning the string of her Yo-Yo, as if trying to get something dirty off it.

Meanwhile, Duan Fei and Little Fatty were watching the video they had just shot. "So weird," they muttered as they watched.

"Seriously, the final effect is just too weird. Nope, gotta watch it again."

Curiosity piqued, the Lone Ranger went over and stood behind them, watching what Duan Fei and the others had done after Nemo passed out.

After watching it, he frowned at Duan Fei and Little Fatty and couldn’t help but say, "This is the ultimate insult! What kind of deep-seated hatred drove you two to do something like this?"

"It doesn’t have much to do with us," Duan Fei said immediately. "It was mostly Cuihua’s idea."

"Cuihua, you..."

Cuihua raised her head, her proud chin looking down on the world. After a long moment, she snorted, "You... you guys, asked..."

"We did ask you to come up with the idea, but your idea is just too bizarre," Duan Fei said. "No, no matter how I think about it, it’s just so weird. To be this weird is an art form. Cuihua, how did you even come up with it?"

"I... I..."

"It’s disgusting," Jinghong said. "I feel like my yo-yo string is contaminated."

"Jinghong, you were the one having the most fun with it at the time."

"...That was at your request."

"Don’t pin the blame on me!"

Although the whole group felt it was weird, they edited it together in the end and uploaded it to Little Fatty’s video channel.

The entire video consisted of Jinghong using her yo-yo string to manipulate Nemo’s body like a puppet, acting out a bunch of symbolic elements according to a script the group had concocted.

It was filled with a ton of incomprehensible memes, bizarre costume change segments, text bubbles that were simultaneously coy and nauseating, strange background music, and movements that made absolutely no sense.

It had absolutely no substance, leaving viewers feeling only that it was weird. Yet, for some strange reason, they wanted to watch it again. And a second time, and a third, until they were completely sucked in.

The embers from their previous stunt were still glowing, and the video’s title was tantalizingly provocative—the kind that was basically teasing the platform’s moderators.

The video was only three minutes long, produced in a style similar to stop-motion animation, but the final effect left everyone bewildered.

At first, they were worried about the creator’s mental state.

Then, they started to worry about the mental state of Nemo, who was being puppeted in the video.

Finally, they began to worry about their own mental state after watching it.

Because they actually wanted to watch it again!

And then again!

Although they tried hard to find some meaning in the video, every attempt only uncovered things that seemed meaningful but weren’t, making the whole thing even more baffling.

A few minutes later, the first wave of shares appeared. The initial viewers shared the video, attracting others to watch.

Half an hour later, the clickbait farms that live and die by traffic discovered this new source and immediately swarmed it, fanning the flames.

Two hours later, the first copycats appeared. Although they tried their best to imitate the video’s content, they could never replicate that vague feeling of being both meaningful and meaningless.

Three hours later, the video finally blew up, making the Nemo in it unbelievably famous.

After all, the video only had one Actor.

The video’s original title was already forgotten; people could only name it after the ID above Nemo’s head.

That is, "Icefield Walker · Vice-Leader Nemo," which was eventually shortened to "Leader Nemo."

On video platforms, titles like "The ’Leader Nemo’ 200-Repeat-View Challenge," "Why Is ’Leader Nemo’ So Popular?," and "What Is the ’Leader Nemo’ Meme?" popped up one after another, turning it into a rising new meme.

Nemo saw these videos, too.

He watched helplessly as the video spread and, in an incredibly short amount of time, went viral across every internet platform, turning him into a cultural icon.

He had tried to hire a Navy, but no online reputation management company wanted the job. They even advised him, "Try to look on the bright side. Bad publicity is still publicity."

The remaining third of the Icefield Walker guild members all quit, too. Most of them just packed up and ran without even collecting their pay, causing the Icefield Walker guild to collapse in an instant.

If they ran too slow, they risked being branded as gay by association and would be forever tied to Leader Nemo.

Staring at his empty member list, Nemo began to reflect.

’Why... did it turn out like this?’

’Is it really because I provoked someone I shouldn’t have?’

Logging back on, Nemo found he had woken up. Opposite him stood Duan Fei and his group.

"Yo, Leader Nemo. You’re awake."

Nemo’s current mental state was like that of an eighty-year-old man. The successive blows had shattered his Spirit, leaving him dazed and listless.

After staring intently at Duan Fei for a moment, he suddenly shot up, grabbed Duan Fei’s hands, and roared, "Who the hell are you?! Are you a GM? A member of another major guild?"

"None of the above. Just a working stiff who got cheated out of his wages."

"Don’t lie to me! How could a mere working stiff have this much Energy! You must be a big shot!"

"I’m really not. I didn’t even know you’d fall so fast. Sigh. I hadn’t even started trying, and you were already down for the count."

"You’re lying to me!"

Seeing the crazed look on Nemo’s face, Duan Fei sighed. He knew the man still didn’t understand where he had gone wrong.

He gave Little Fatty a meaningful look. Little Fatty nodded in understanding and began to read posts from the forums related to the Icefield Walker guild.

"The Icefield Walker guild is a bunch of scammers. They promised to pay wages after four hours of work, but they kept delaying and delaying, and still haven’t paid up."

"We worked our asses off clearing a dungeon with the Icefield Walker guild, but as soon as some good loot dropped, they just took it and left without any explanation."

"Our guild collected a batch of goods to sell at the auction house. Leader Nemo said he could sell them for a high price. Since he’s the vice-leader of the Icefield Walker guild, we gave them to him upfront. But later he claimed he never received them. Scammer!"

"We got scammed by him too. He loves hiring a Navy. He has money for a Navy, but no time to pay back his debts. Scammer!"

As Little Fatty read through the posts one by one, Duan Fei saw that Nemo’s face was still a mask of confusion. He knew the man probably still didn’t get it.

"A just cause attracts much support; an unjust cause finds little. You’ve done too many bad things. All I did was give you a little push in this direction."

"But..."

"No buts. I just wanted to let you know that I’m not angry anymore. You can go."

Nemo stood up, dazed.

Just a moment ago, the very last member of the Icefield Walker guild had quit. The guild now existed in name only.

But then, he remembered the Contract Scripture in his inventory. Hope surged within him again; he knew he still had a chance to start over.

He shot a hateful glare at Duan Fei and the others, determined to memorize all of their faces.

’Once I get the treasure and make my kingly return, I’ll crush every last one of them under my heel!’

’Everything I’ve lost, I will take back twofold!’

CLANG~

A crisp sound rang out. It was Duan Fei, who had activated his Spiritual Armor and then sent Nemo on his way with a Crowbar coated in [Evil’s Chalk].

"Almost forgot, I had to make you bleed a little. Huh? What’s this?"

In his final moments before dying, Nemo watched as his most precious Contract Scripture fell to the ground, and he let out a howl of unprecedented anguish.

No!

’This can’t be happening!’

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