Free Web NovelChapter 2412: Chapter 2412: Anger
"I’ve actually always been pretty curious. The so‑called new Holy Sword Society seems to be everywhere, they hog most of the attention, so a lot of people don’t know the old Holy Sword Society still has power—or rather, they’ve forgotten it even exists. But in reality, your Shadow shows up in a lot of zones."
Guan Shu and the others in Endless Night City, Lady Palace when Zone 017 was wiped out, the Player code‑named Chenxi who slipped into the local team at Hornless Lamb Station, and this District 001 that was half‑ruined decades ago.
"I’ve heard more than once that the old Holy Sword Society’s goal is to oppose the game, but you don’t expand your numbers like the New Holy Sword Society, and you never announce your existence. You’ve stayed silent all this time..."
At this point, Xu Huo lifted his eyes to look at the white‑haired old man. "So I really want to know: how exactly are you planning to fight the game, with such a mild stance?"
Gao Feng, guarding the door, had already gripped his Prop, every muscle in his body tensed. By instinct he was on the verge of striking first, but just then, the white‑haired old man raised his hand and said with a smile, "You’re no match for this man. If you dare make a move, all of us might die here today."
Gao Feng clearly didn’t believe it, but the white‑haired old man added, "He’s also a Super Evolutionary with Mental Powers."
Hearing that, Gao Feng grew even more wary. With one hand clasped behind his back, he walked straight to the white‑haired old man’s side, wanting to guard him at close range.
"This gentleman looks like someone who can be reasoned with." The white‑haired old man pushed him back a little, stood up, and gestured for Xu Huo to come with him.
The two of them walked out to the entrance of the hall. The white‑haired old man pointed at the vase on the door and said, "Do you know why this vase is placed here?"
He wasn’t really asking, so he went on, "There used to be a genuine cult here, whose aim was to squeeze the last drop of oil from the poor people living in this area."
"I came here by chance and dealt with that cult while I was at it. This vase is a little Prop used by the cult leader back then."
"The vase is mostly decorative, but I didn’t need it, so I left it here to catch the drip from upstairs."
"Back then, a lot of things in this hall were smashed by the people who’d been duped. The reason this vase survived is because of me—not because it’s a Prop, but simply because I happened to need a container to catch water."
"Anger is a good thing. Being able to stay angry is a capacity humans should have, but anger is not synonymous with destruction."
He finished and turned to Xu Huo with a smile. "As for your question, I can’t give you an answer. Everyone thinks differently. My answer isn’t necessarily your answer."
After that rather loaded statement, the white‑haired old man had no intention of continuing. New patients soon arrived at the hall, along with their families. Besides getting treatment, they would habitually help out. They were wary of a stranger like Xu Huo, but relaxed around the white‑haired old man and the Players of the hall.
Xu Huo just stood there in front of the hall. The Girl in the painting didn’t dare approach. It took quite a while before the fat player cautiously came closer. "Are we leaving or not?"
Xu Huo gave him a sidelong glance. "Of course not."
Not only did he not leave, he even had the Girl in the painting settle down in the hall. He didn’t help with anything; he just wandered around the vicinity.
The old Holy Sword Society had no idea what he was trying to do. Except for the white‑haired old man, the other Players were all very nervous, reporting to the white‑haired old man again and again, their emotions gradually building up.
The hall was a stronghold; they couldn’t just abandon it and walk away. So with Xu Huo applying continuous pressure, the first thing that came to their minds was silencing him.
"This guy is a time bomb." In private, Gao Feng suggested to the white‑haired old man, "Should we notify the nearby people and take care of this tonight?"
"Don’t stir up trouble. He’s not going to do anything." The white‑haired old man said, "Tell the others not to lay a hand on him."
Gao Feng couldn’t understand, but he still did as he was told. The result of those words spreading, however, was that the hostility among the old Holy Sword Society Players only grew. From actively avoiding him at the start, they moved on to gradually provoking him with their eyes and body language.
This kind of petty needling was no problem at all; Xu Huo ignored it. His indifference only made the Holy Sword Society Players even angrier.
Within two days, Lan Huaijie sent word, inviting him to attend a Lan Family banquet.
Xu Huo didn’t beat around the bush and rejected him outright. "The reason they don’t dare make a move is because District 001 is tied into too many interests. A few people can leave, but they can’t just abandon a painstakingly built social network. Relax. As long as the Holy Sword Society people don’t act, everything will be fine."
Lan Huaijie was silent for a moment before asking, "How do you know?" Xu Huo hadn’t left the hall in the past two days.
Xu Huo didn’t say more and cut off the Communicator directly. freēwēbnovel.com
For the old Holy Sword Society people to get a foothold here in Chunyi City while having no ties whatsoever with local powers—that was impossible. Whether it was a small faction or the local government, that was hard to say. And what a coincidence: the fat player had just come from the Lan Family and then got led over to this hall. District 001 wasn’t the only one in need of fresh Player blood; the old Holy Sword Society also needed like‑minded supporters. Clearly the fat player was someone they could win over.
"You putting them on the spot like this—you’re not afraid of getting burned yourself?" Now the fat player really didn’t dare leave, afraid he’d be targeted the moment he stepped out. "That’s the Holy Sword Society we’re talking about. Who knows how many people they’ve got."
"How is this putting them on the spot? I just happened to be passing through and want to stay here a few days. I haven’t hurt anyone, and I even paid for lodging." Xu Huo said coolly.
The fat player’s mouth twitched. "Brother, honestly, I can tell you don’t really want to join the Holy Sword Society, so why dig into what they’re doing behind the scenes? The more you act like this, the more they’ll suspect you’re a mole sent by a hostile faction."
Xu Huo didn’t dwell on that topic and instead asked another question. "If one day you became a Super Player, what would you want to do most?"
"I’ve actually thought about that!" The fat player slapped his thigh and said cheerfully, "First thing is definitely to swagger around my hometown for a few days. Anyone I can’t stand, and anyone who can’t stand me, I’d kill them all. Then one zone will naturally belong to me. Any good stuff would be mine first—everything would be mine!"
"Second step, I’d of course buy enough weapons to arm the whole zone. Let’s see who dares attack who. Then I’d train the Players my way. As long as we’re strong enough, we’ll be able to challenge a Rank-A Wormhole Point in the future!"
Xu Huo found it amusing. "And then? Once you’ve got the strength to stand toe‑to‑toe with a Rank-A Wormhole Point, you can’t just stop there, right?"
The fat player paused. "If I’m already standing at the top of the game, what other dreams would I need?" freewēbnoveℓ.com
Xu Huo glanced at him. "You’ve never thought about making this Dimensional Rift game disappear for good?"
