CHAPTER 230: CHAPTER 182: THOUGHTS CONNECTED_3

But no physical conflict, leave safely.

Through the studio chat channel, his situation was relayed.

His subordinates were prepared and immediately came up with ideas, while someone started searching online directly.

Several solutions popped up instantly.

Soon, Small Knife, drunk and hazy, revealed his background.

He came out with the family elders, sneaking out for some adventure.

Boasting while drunk, Small Knife exaggerated the prowess of his elders.

This made the big man’s eyes show some hesitation.

Soon, Small Knife staggered up, tongue-tied, and wanted to go back.

The big man touched the Bone Knife at his waist, hesitating.

Small Knife got out safely.

The reason was simple, he drank too much and left his money pouch forgotten on the table.

When he got a hundred meters away from the tavern.

Beep: Congratulations, you have completed the final task loop, earned rewards, and can leave the Celestial Net coverage area.

Warning 1: Please be mindful of your words and deeds; once your uniqueness is exposed, you will be attacked by natives, affecting other players, leading to certain system punishment.

Warning 2: Do not disclose any player information, the personal system contains self-destruct mechanics which will be forcibly activated depending on the autonomous judgment of the personal system.

Small Knife naturally knew all this beforehand.

He walked a few steps.

Stopped.

The mission was completed, he could leave.

But he was not in a good mood.

Since that was the case.

He turned around and walked back directly.

Since the decision was made, it should be thorough.

Small Knife didn’t enter the tavern but passed by the side.

Screams erupted.

"Spare us, please, sir!" A family of three knelt down to plead.

Warning: Please stop inflicting harm on natives within the Celestial Net range, your behavior impacts the overall environment and may cause chain reactions, leading to possible tribal native pursuits and sieges.

Warning: Natives within the Celestial Net are protected; if your actions cause injury or death, punishments including but not limited to fines, Inheritance Contribution deduction, notoriety, and manhunt will be imposed.

Small Knife didn’t play the hero, nor did he mean to rescue, he just gave them a severe beating, breaking their legs, and they wouldn’t recover in a few months.

As expected, feeling much better! Mind eased.

Satisfying!

Small Knife walked out with big strides, tossing a bag of Bone Coins to an old couple at the corner.

Beep: You have inflicted some harm on natives within the Celestial Net range, fine: Bone Coins: 30,000.

Beep: You have caused some harm to natives, which may trigger native pursuits, and if it leads to casualties, you will have to pay compensation.

"What’s the big deal, I was already prepared for the Inheritance Contribution deduction, and it turns out it’s just this little bit?"

Small Knife casually removed the black cloth covering his face.

Pursuit? Find me first.

Likewise, the family bullying the little girl also received a severe beating.

The little girl hid shivering in the sheep pen, a small pouch falling before her eyes.

"Once you’re strong, no one will dare to bully you." Small Knife left these words and departed with big strides.

The little girl hesitated for a while as she looked at the pouch.

After opening it, she found many Bone Coins, a Black Bone, and Witch Medicine inside.

Whether she’ll become strong or not, and what will happen, Small Knife didn’t care.

He realized he wasn’t born for big deeds, unable to measure gain and loss.

He only sought mental peace and comfort.

Of course, eventually, the big man who owned the tavern was also left groaning on the ground with broken legs by the masked man, along with some of his brothers, alike.

Moreover, they only suffered comminuted fractures, given their status, full recovery seemed difficult.

Running a shady establishment would be tough in the future.

Increasingly far from the last tribe.

Beep: Warning, you have left the Celestial Net range, please ensure your safety, Eye of Investigation activated.

Upon checking, Little Knife Studio (Squadron) forum and other networks were inaccessible.

Small Knife halted, taking a step back, having walked only a few steps.

Beep: You have entered the Celestial Net range.

"Interesting!" Small Knife raised his head, seeing nothing but seemingly under the cover of an invisible signal network.

He pulled out the map and informed the two President.

Those two sides were already prepared.

When Small Knife arrived, the two Presidents along with a group of subordinates were waiting here.

The numbers seemed insufficient.

"Brother Dao, gathering too many people would cause trouble, hence the dispersal around, ready to gather at any time," the Four Seas President chuckled.

Among the Four Major Forces, they ventured to the most places with the richest experience.

Small Knife nodded, "Let’s begin, this direction."

Small Knife pointed!

And thus, the group set off.

Beep: Warning, you have left the Celestial Net range, please ensure your safety, Eye of Investigation activated.

The Four Seas waved a hand.

A person behind him went walking back.

Beep: You have entered the Celestial Net range.

Serving as a base station linking function.

Likewise, a player from the Nine Heavens Guild went over too.

"In case the network disconnects, two-person groups are safer," The Four Seas President smiled.

Small Knife nodded with satisfaction, knowing they had no choice, according to the contract, if issues arose, the two guilds would suffer heavily, and both Presidents along with vice-presidents would face bans from the Celestial Net.

Such serious punishments were due to Small Knife’s larger contributions, all Celestial Grade Half-Spirit Liquid.

Small Knife neither knew nor cared.

The two players remaining as base stations had their real-world game cabins in their respective guilds’ headquarters.

Furthermore, even their families were brought over, unable to leave easily.

This was a precaution.

After all, this time, both groups needed a large number of personnel.

Thus, Small Knife and his group ventured deeper, always staying within the Celestial Net range.

Using players as base stations, spreading towards the destination.

These base station players were not strong; they were preset such that in case of death, souls could be recovered randomly after one month.

So even if they encountered danger and could not match up, their only option was suicide, which also counted as task completion.

Absolutely no aimless wandering, as once done so, not only would the Second World be inaccessible forever, real-world repercussions would be severe, implicating family.