Mages Are Too OP

Hearing the words of the Goddess of Magic, all the players looked at Roland with enmity.

Green with envy.

You already have a beautiful queen for ***k’s sake, your secretary works for you during the day, you work with your secretary at night, and then you have an ambiguous relationship with the Life Goddess, and now the Goddess of Magic is actually publicly offering to invite you to go shopping.

This is a real goddess.

Not the kind of goddess in the eyes of a simp.

“Can’t bear to watch anymore.” “I’m going to drink some soda and flush the citric acid out of my stomach.” “I feel a dimensional reduction attack.”

“I’m fine. I still have a succubus at home. I’ll go back to her for comfort.”

“Don’t go down the nice boat.” O’Neal smiled grimly, giving Roland a look.

Then the men cursed and walked away. The apparition of the Goddess of Magic sat on Roland’s shoulder and smiled. “These people of yours are really interesting. They really don’t have much fear of me, even though they can’t see me.”

“Well in our world, there are no gods.”

Mystra looked sideways at Roland and whispered, “Do you think there really aren’t

any?”

“If there were, we would have found them by now.”

“Then how did you guys get here?” Mystra laughed softly. “Did you really come here under your own power?”

Roland jerked his head to look at Mystra.

This way, his mouth was very close to Mystra’s small apparition, a centimeter or two short of a kiss.

But instead of pulling away, Mystra said softly, “Don’t be surprised, don’t be anxious. If you continue to grow, one day, you will discover the truth of your world.”

“What truth?”

“Not sure.” Mystra stretched out a little finger and pressed it against Roland’s lower lip. “I’m not from your world, so how would I know. But with enough strength, the truth of everything in the world will naturally appear in front of you. Just as all of us gods vaguely know where you Golden Sons come from.”

Roland was silent. The Goddess of Magic’s words had convinced him more and more that this world was not a game.

Although he was already extremely suspicious, it was a different feeling to have his suspicions confirmed by someone else.

After a moment, Roland let out a long breath.

There was a god in his world?

This was something that refreshed his three views.

“Well, enough of this talk, sooner or later you will know.” The Goddess of Magic pressed on Roland’s face. “Quickly show me around the city. After all, I don’t carry much divine power in this clone; it won’t last much longer.”

“Okay.”

Roland walked out of the makeshift meeting house and walked down the streets of Wetland City. This city, built entirely by players, was nothing like any other city.

…Whether it was in terms of the layout, the infrastructure, or institutional core.

Not to mention the nearly forty-meter-wide main road, just the drainage system that accompanied the main road alone outshone all human cities, including the capital of Fareins.

There was also the fact that the city was quite clean. There were many vendors along the streets, but it was still clean with little to no trash.

The Goddess of Magic sat on Roland’s shoulder and took it all in, then she pointed to the street vendors and asked Roland to take her over out of curiosity.

At this point, they had walked down an artistic street.

Honestly, the aesthetic eye for art in the information age was far superior to this world.

There were people selling wood sculptures, clay sculptures, and sand sculptures.

Some did portraits, some did interior design, and there was everything that one could think of.

There were also many different kinds of artwork, such as Pokemon, anthropomorphic animals, and even armed mechanical robot models.

They were all stalls set up by players. The NPC tourists or merchants who passed through the area would walk around this street, which had become one of the most famous places of Wetland City.

The exotic artwork of the Golden Sons had gradually spread around the world.

The other most prestigious and famous attraction was the neighboring food street.

If the crafts market made for an artful experience, then the food street was an addictive one.

This street had all kinds of food.

From snacks to feasts, and there were delicacies made with local ingredients, with gastronomical concepts from Earth.

For example, the Soaring Dragon was made from sub-dragon thigh bones, simmered in broth for a day and night, served with meatballs made from chopped tender sub-dragon thigh meat, casseroled for three hours, sprinkled with something like shallots for dressing, and then this amazingly tasty meatball soup would be ready. Similarly, there was Night Mooring by Maple Bridge, where the main ingredient was the black devil viper.

In Planetary Devastation, the main ingredient was single-horned rabbit meat.

In The Wrath of the Undead, the main ingredient was a rabbit head… but only players loved to eat this; the NPCs would be shocked by it.

There were many new dishes like this, and after all, there were many players who could cook.

Once a merchant from a distant desert kingdom made a fortune shipping desert specialties here, then said he would eat all the city’s delicacies in a month.

As a result… a year had passed and he hadn’t even finished a third of the food and ended up with almost no money left on him. He was desperately dragged away by his companions.

He cried miserably as he left Wetland City.

He also shouted: “I should have brought more money, I should have…”

Roland took the Goddess of Magic through the crafts street and the food street and finally came to the front of the city hall.

This place was also very busy. After all, the first floor of the place was the Guild of Mercenaries, where a large number of players picked up quests, and many NPCs came here specifically from out of town to post quests here, specifying that they wanted the Golden Sons to complete them.

The players were now the most credible group amongst the mercenaries.

Many NPC mercenaries took on quests, and from time to time, they disguised themselves as bandits, killed their employers, and then fled to another city or country to start over.

But when the Golden Sons took on quests, things like that never happened for the time being

If the quest failed, they would even offer to compensate the employer’s family and help them with the aftermath; they were so kind that one wouldn’t believe they were human.

Who wouldn’t love such a thoughtful and perfect sense of service?

So when they encountered a lot of troublesome quests that didn’t involve evil, they tried to assign the Golden Sons to complete them.

Two hours passed like this.

The clone of the Goddess of Magic was getting fainter and fainter, already half translucent.

“What a vibrant city.” Mystra sighed. “If only my divine realm was like this.”

There was faint loneliness in her tone.

At this time, a woman came from a short distance away.

Roland knew her. It was Solisa of the Phoenix Guild.

She walked up to Roland and said, rather surprised, “How rare it is to see you on the street, a research freak not in the research lab… Then again, what is this lump of mosaic on your shoulder?”

Mystra created a clone with a small amount of divine power, and if it wasn’t known beforehand, the average person wouldn’t be able to sense her form or see what she looked like.

“This lump… this girl really doesn’t know how to talk.” Mystra curled her lips, then said to Roland, “Well, I’m leaving now. Chat with me when you have time.”

Then her clone turned into a wisp of light, floating upward and disappearing.

Solisa froze for a moment. “I seem to feel a very vast divine mental power…”

Roland asked, “You seem to have business with me?”

“Yes.” Solisa nodded and said, “Don’t you want to build an Association of Mages?”

“It’s already under construction.”

“I had a similar thought about building a Magic Tower, one specializing in summoning spells, and only taking women.”

Both Roland and Solisha were celebrities among the players, and the fact that the two of them were standing on the street talking without moving drew a lot of attention.

“Let’s talk as we go.” Roland started walking and said, “So have you picked out a plot of land in town? There aren’t many plots of sufficient size now.”

“It’s been chosen, not in Wetland City.” Solisa smiled.

“Why?” Roland found it strange. “This is the player’s home base, with our people who share the same views. When there’s trouble, wouldn’t it be better for everyone to huddle together and grow?”

Solisa had an odd expression as she looked at Roland, somewhat complaining, but seemingly helpless, and finally she pointed to the succubi that were already everywhere in the streets and said, “Do you think there’s any room for us women to talk in this city when it’s full of such creatures?”

Oh… Roland was speechless at once.

This was indeed his fault.

Originally, female players were very competitive.

Their numbers were already small, less than 50,000… about nine point four percent of the entire player base, and in general, the smaller the number of anything, the more valuable it was.

Not to mention the girls who played the game. Well, originally, the girls were very popular and of high status among the male player base. There were even countless simps who were willing to do anything to please them. But once the succubi appeared… their status plummeted.

After all, male players had self-respect, and with the previous imbalance in supply and demand, they had to be simps to compete. But between simping and being simped on…. the vast majority of males wanted to be simped on.

And the succubi loved humans, especially male players who had good physiques, good temperament, and were gentle and considerate compared to other races. They simped hard.As a result, there weren’t any male players who wanted a relationship with a female player.

They were desperately saving up to contract a succubus.

The status of female players dropped drastically.

Looking at Roland’s guilty expression, Solisa sighed. “I don’t really blame you. It’s just the free market. We don’t want to spend much time in this city right now, but we also know that we can’t be completely cut off from the male player base, so we had to choose a means of getting away from Wetland City while being able to come here immediately when we need to.”

Roland understood the purpose of her coming to him. “You want the teleportation magic array?”