Colorful Mist Coast.
The dusk was like a watercolor painting blurred by water, with a sun seeming half-lted at the edge of the Sky Do, dyeing the clouds a mix of pink and grape purple.
Tiny golden foils floated upon the sea surface, and with each rolling of the waves, phosphorescence would cascade down from the crest.
It seed like stars from beneath the sea were pouring onto the sea surface with the ebb of the waves.
Amidst the breathtaking dusk scenery, a figure curled up in a knee-hugging posture, sitting on a crescent-shaped large shell.
Above her head was a ga ID visible only to players.
As the view zood in, the player's shoulders tremble slightly, a few strands of pale lavender hair stuck to a face crossed with tears.
"Sob... It's all gone, I've worked so hard for so long."
"And 10 points of sacrificial power were deducted, bastard."
The sadness was like the waves around her, continuously striking the fragile inner world.
As much as she anticipated earlier, she now felt equally lancholy.
She had prepared for three months to clear the Death Space trial.
She had browsed forum strategy guides, calculated the reasonable use of Jile Points for enhancents, learned how to coordinate team professions, and every dawn scrambled to purchase the Death Space qualification... The early efforts finally paid off.
She successfully cleared the Death Space trial, becoming an excellent certified graduate by the Lord of Welfare.
From that mont, she began to look forward to her return profits.
She had even planned how to use the substantial sacrificial power expenditure after the return.
First was to purchase Experience Pills, to raise the Life Soul Level, then to upgrade the ard vehicles for a better-looking template...
But now, the envisioned beauty had turned into bubbles.
The rewards to be settled for the main account after the death of the alt were swiped by an assassin player.
She suddenly sowhat understood why Earth Thought Bully was often in a state of Fury.
It's a suffering no ordinary person could endure when hard-earned savings were swiped by a beast.
Recalling the incident at that ti, the scene of the veteran player charging fiercely at her, tears stread uncontrollably again.
"Damn you, Evil Boss grandma, how could you treat like this."
During the hard-fought years in Death Space, she felt her combat skills had grown rapidly.
But in front of the veteran player who mastered Rule Power of his own ho, she was nowhere close.
Starting was the Sealing Spirit Attribute, interrupting her attempt to accumulate Elental Power, followed by a Heavy Hamr imposing dizziness... A professional move from assassin stream players.
This chain combo left her unable to even move her body, returning her to Xiao Hei's room.
"Sob... bastard."
Amid sobbing, Wen Han summoned the forum interface.
Now, the only thing that could help her was the extensive players in the forum.
As she browsed the posts, Wen Han's emotions couldn't hold anymore.
Players replying were standing up for her, but couldn't help but "haha" laugh at her tragic encounter.
The laughter couldn't be concealed in their sympathetic words, making her feel like a clown.
Sadness surged at the bottom of her heart, tears brewing like a volcano about to erupt.
To recover the alt account's inheritance seed hopeless.
As a near Lone Wolf player, although she had friends in the ga, none truly qualified as real mbers of a trusted friend group, and all belonged to small guilds, incapable of sniping down that powerful veteran assassin stream player.
The future had to continue, and everything might have to start anew.
Just when Wen Han felt imnsely desperate, a contact list notification popped up:
[Challenger Tips: Player "Divine King" wants to add you as a friend, accept?]
Seeing the notification, Wen Han was stunned montarily, then decisively accepted.
Instantly, a chat interface popped up in her eyes:
Divine King: Hahaha, little sis, you're too tragic, I've watched the whole thing, it cracked up, but have to complain about the emojis in the post, there's too many, it's headache-inducing.
Seeing Divine King specifically co to tease her, Wen Han's eyes grew moist.
Scolding author: Divine King bro, are you looking for because of the post I published?
Divine King: Exactly, planning to back you up, now check the log info, find the na of that player and send it to . If negotiation fails, we'll go with force.
Seeing Divine King's reply, Wen Han's eyes sparkled instantly.
If the Divine Hall Guild stepped in, recovery of the alt's inheritance would be assured.
Currently, no guild has the capability to confront the Divine Hall Guild established by Divine King or the United Battle Group overseen by Divine King.
Absolutely capable of besieging that veteran assassin player to despair.
Thinking of this, she decisively sent the na of the assassin stream player who killed her, "Night Hunting," to Divine King, along with a screenshot of the log information, updating that screenshot in the forum post as well.
Scolding author: Good man! I don't know how to thank you, you've rescued a child that's about to shatter, you're the god in my heart, joining the Divine Hall Guild will be my lifelong goal!
Divine King: Hahaha, it's no big deal, let contact first, will update you soon.
On the other side.
Divine King closed the conversation window and summoned the contact list, sending a friend request to "Night Hunting."
Handling this matter was not just out of disapproval, but also considering the future developnt of the Divine Hall Guild.
He had discussed the developnt of the guild with Tourist No. 1 and consulted on so issues.
Among them, building the guild's image had been ntioned.
Although Divine Hall Guild was already the leading guild in the Player Faction, nurous new guilds were rapidly erging.
Divine Hall Guild would need to continuously absorb fresh blood to maintain its leading status.
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