"Boss, do you think we just triggered a Two-Star Wanted Level?"
Laws_Cannot_Touch_Me, holding a Wildfire jar in one hand, looked at Minister_of_Excuses (Teflon) with excitement plastered all over his face.
"What if we aggro the local army and they trace us back to the Novice Village?" Dawn stepped forward to ask.
"So what if we do? What can they do about it?" King_of_Femboys said nonchalantly.
"Think about it. Viserys bans players for having low favorability. But what if he dies? Will everyone get banned? He is, after all, the main NPC driving the plot according to the lore."
Dawn stroked his chin, his expression grave.
"No way. If they wipe us all out, how is the game company gonna make money?" The_Carpenter_Emperor looked confused.
"Have you seen this game make a single cent? No microtransactions, no fees for the VR helmet. They aren't making any money." Dawn looked at Teflon.
"You're right, and I get what you mean. But I don't care if he makes money or not. Most people here just want to have fun and go wild in this game.
"But since you brought up the possibility that Viserys dying means no one gets to play, let's keep it simple."
When Teflon, the Guild Leader, spoke, everyone shut up to hear what kind of crazy idea he had this time.
"Why don't we just occupy Pentos? If Pentos belongs to us, who's going to chase us back to the Novice Village to trouble Viserys?" Teflon said with a straight face.
Wait, what?
The players around him were stunned for a moment, but then it clicked—This sounds even more thrilling than blowing up a brothel!
Thud, thud, thud.
Just as one group left, another arrived.
This time, it was the visible military force of Pentos City: the City Watch.
"Welp, no time to choose. Let's do this! Allahu Akbar!"
Seeing a menacing squad turn the corner, Teflon let out a strange cry and charged at them first, swinging a Wildfire jar.
"Allahu Akbar!"
"Activate Reserve Hidden Energy!"
Thrilling. It was too thrilling. The players of the Grenadier Corps had only one thought in their minds right now: Blow it up! Blow it all to hell!
Shouting psychotic slogans, the players charged at the Pentos City Watch like demons descending from the sky.
The soldiers of the City Watch saw the raging Wildfire nearly collapsing the buildings from afar and were momentarily stunned.
The messenger only said there was a gang fight in the city. He didn't mention a bunch of lunatics playing with Wildfire!
"Archers! Archers!"
The Captain of the Watch screamed in terror.
A squad of archers behind him hurriedly stepped forward, nocking arrows and aiming at the players swarming toward them like bees.
"Loose!"
The Captain nearly tore his throat shouting.
A volley of arrows fell among the players, instantly dropping a dozen of them. But there was no fear in the players' eyes—only endless madness.
They surged forward, wave after wave, fearless.
Even when arrows pierced the Wildfire jars in their hands, igniting them instantly, they didn't let out a single scream.
Well, mainly because they logged off on the spot.
"Fck! Madmen, they're all madmen! Loose again!" The Captain was sweating bullets, roaring orders.
"Gods help us!" An archer trembled as he nocked another arrow and shot down a player with his own hands. But behind that fallen player, an endless stream of lunatics continued to charge, holding Wildfire jars high.
"Greetings from House Targaryen!"
A player rushed to the front. His body was riddled with arrows, but that didn't stop him from hurling the Wildfire jar into the ranks of the City Watch.
It was the straw that broke the camel's back.
One jar of Wildfire was enough to make the hundred-strong City Watch scatter in an instant.
Boom!
One after another, Wildfire jars were thrown into the crowd.
"Fire Style: Great Fireball Jutsu!!!"
Some players apparently felt the fire wasn't big enough. Holding torches, they spat mouthfuls of alcohol to create fireballs, letting the flames join forces with the Wildfire escaping from the jars.
The inferno swallowed the soldiers of the City Watch instantly.
"Argh!"
Soldiers screamed and struggled. Their attempts to turn and run looked ridiculous in the face of the fire dragon.
Only a few soldiers escaped with their lives. They acted like madmen, fleeing in terror like headless flies.
They would rather face a Dothraki charge head-on than face these maniacs throwing Wildfire while tanking arrows.
They were literally demons crawling out of hell!
"What do we do now?" Laws_Cannot_Touch_Me panted, looking at Teflon.
This guy was lucky; he had successfully bombed the enemy at close range twice without losing a life.
"Who's the boss of Pentos right now? Governor? Castellan? King?" King_of_Femboys scratched his head and looked at the core group of players.
"Don't know, don't care. Whoever has the nicest house, we hit that house. Aim for the biggest, most luxurious one, and we can't go wrong!"
Teflon stomped his foot and ordered the players to spread out. Groups of three or five—burn anyone carrying a weapon.
"Send two brothers back to get reinforcements. I need twenty more for the assault team. We're going door to door with threats: anyone who doesn't surrender gets their house burned down with Wildfire!"
"Let's go!"
"Kill the rich, split the gold!"
"Chaos! Let there be chaos!"
"The Dashing King is here! No more taxes!"
The players excitedly scattered. Finally, after playing the game for days, they had reached their favorite part.
Burning, killing, and looting!
Viserys, watching this unfold through the System interface, was dumbfounded.
These players really taught him a lesson about what "audacity" truly means. His original plan was to use the Magisters' money to train his own troops, and when the player mercenaries returned, he would treat them to a feast and make them his dogs.
But the players' spontaneous actions taught him that seizing power is actually quite simple.
Just kill the original owner.
Viserys covered his face, shocked. He had been careless. He was so focused on guarding against the players scattered outside that he forgot he had a bunch of guys at home who, given three spears, would dare to stab the Buddha and occupy his temple.
"Sigh. Since it's come to this... eight hundred it is!"
Since the players had practically shoved the knife into his hand, Viserys wasn't one to hesitate about stabbing.
Let's do it. Although he didn't actually have eight hundred players at home right now—probably around three hundred at most.
But it was enough.
"Wuhu! Grab your gear! We're going out to raid!"
"Let's go divide the tycoon's wealth!"
With Viserys's command...
Hearing they could rob the rich, the new players still getting used to their characters and the members of the Brotherhood Without Banners instantly had greed flashing in their eyes.
Tell them to cross the sea to fight the Usurper without rewards, and the players won't give a damn about you. But tell them they can rob rich tycoons? The players will say: You don't need to give rewards, just give us the address!
"Let's fcking rob them blind!"
Mouse_Is_Duck raised his longsword high.
Hundreds answered the call.