Villain Cultivator

Chapter 746 – Behind the Death of Players

Pan Xian and Pan Mei boarded a private jet and flew back to China. None of them was accompanied by the usual bodyguards, and Miao Damao was not around.

The father and son smiled as they read the log files from the second game world.

The second world, which they had lost to Mu-Nyang's influence, might not be so bad. After some of the players increased their pain sensitivity to 100%, their character synchronization rate spiked. However, some of the players in the second world encountered an accident during the war event, causing their souls to get trapped in the game world.

Instead of being troubled, both men rejoiced in this accident. They immediately offered bribes to the trapped players and bound them with a karmic contract, which could not be broken. From now on, those players would be slowly brainwashed, and they would help them fight against Mu-Nyang and Miaomiao in the future.

Pan Mei was enlightened by the incident. He kept sending texts to the game moderators.

"Father, let's convert more players to our slaves. If we trap more players' souls in those worlds and convert them to our side, Mu-Nyang's influence will be reduced, and we can harvest more luck from the universe. With more luck, Mu-Nyang will be weakened!"

Pan Xian shook his head, "That won't be enough. Mao Miaomiao and his allies are growing as we speak. If we let them regroup, they will become so strong that no protagonist in this universe can defeat them. We need to give more power to the trapped players and the regular players. Rather, we have to increase the number of players!"

"How about we advertise that players of our game can obtain superpower?"

"Not now. We're letting the top politicians and their families play the game first so they can increase their synchronization faster than regular players. We focus on getting politicians on our side, so we can get every human in this world to join our game and become our slaves. After that, we will have over 7 billion protagonist-like superhumans to fight the cultivators and Mu-Nyang's goons. If half of the 7 billion humans here become gods, imagine the amount of luck we will be getting!"

"Right! Expanding our business comes first. But should we do something about the second world soon? It's about to collapse because of the war."

"Let them fight! Tell our employees and the players that it's the prologue of the real story, where players take the roles of main characters in the game to restore the civilization after the Great War between the nations! Oh, make sure you kill Sun Jian, Cao Cao, and Liu Xuande to make the story unpredictable!"

"On it, dad!"

Pan Mei laughed and got busy texting various managers and game moderators.

While Pan Mei and Pan Xian were elated, the three-eye caracal woke up and stared at them in confusion. He hissed to get their attention.

NYA! (Listen up, idiot masters!)

"What?" Pan Xian stopped daydreaming and turned to Nian.

Nya! (There's a regressor in the third world, and I'm in the middle of searching for his whereabouts. Help me find that guy!)

"Hohou? A regressor protagonist?" Pan Xian got interested. He waved his fingers and summoned the world's system menu to see the list of players.

"What is his name?"

Nya (I don't know.)

"I thought you knew," Pan Xian frowned.

Nya (I can only sense his karma, but I can't find him.)

"Can't you trace the karma string?"

NYA-NYA! (Impossible. Two Chaos Demon Gods are patrolling the third world. I ran into them twice, and I almost died! Also, one of them is Mao Miaomiao's wife!)

"WHAT?!"

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On an aquatic planet, a certain mermaid sat on a rock by the beach alone, watching the live stream of the second world and the third world.

A mermaid, who was once silly, stupid, and loved to sewer water, was born when the universe was recreated. She had always been lonely as her husband and her sisters were sent to other planets while she got stuck there.

One of her apostles, Cernun, was acting as her eyes and ears in the third world. She could rely on Mu-Nyang's system to watch them like a live stream.

As for the second world's live stream, it broadcasted the daily life and the adventure of Miaomiao in real-time. The system even told her what Miaomiao was thinking as a monologue.

Chang'e, who was bored to death, had nothing to do other than watch the two TVs in front of her.

"Haiz. When will Miaomiao come to find me? I'm so bored. I want to return to his dantian universe."

When Chang'e complained, a new system panel appeared and warned her about her creations and followers in the first world

DING

<Warning! The Will of Nian has been detected in the first world!>

"Again? You appeared on my turf to mess with my baby cat, and then you jumped to the first world to mess with my people? Fine! I failed to catch you in the third world, but I won't fail this time!"

Chang'e hovered over the rock for a moment, and she created a clone of herself. Then, she sent it to the third game world, where she last sensed the presence of Nian.

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First Game World

On the top of a snow mountain, an Asian swordsman cut down the largest Yeti, whose level surpassed 1,000. He ignored the snowstorm and the extreme weather.

Around him, his red cloak created Phoenix Flame, keeping him warm and regenerating his HP nonstop.

DING

<Congratulations. Your level has increased by 23.>

The swordsman opened his game menu and checked his level.

Level 954

"Comparable to a 9th-stage cultivator, perhaps."

The golden name of the player flashed as he carried so many legendary items and gears on him. Even his current katana was comparable to an immortal-grade weapon.

DING

<You have obtained a piece of True Ice.>

<You have obtained a crystal of Death Essence.>

<You have obtained a spellbook, Frozen World of Death.>

"Cringe spell…"

Hiiro Narukami scoffed at his new items, but he stored them in his inventory anyway. As he turned around and was about to descend from the snow mountain, a transparent physique of a three-eye caracal appeared.

Nian sized up Hiiro.

NYA? (How is your synchronization rate?)

Hiiro didn't bother looking at the cat. He leaped off from the top of the mountain and rode on a flying sword while he answered the question in his mind.

'79%'

Nya! (Good. I have a job for you to do in a week or two. Remember the cross-world PVP event?)

'What about it?'

NYA! (We will force some NPCs from the second world to join the event as an exhibition match. You will participate in that exhibition match and kill someone for me.)