Chapter 792: Chapter 792
Knights rarely hold grudges overnight; if they have a grievance, they settle it on the spot.
Qing Chen sat on the ground, waiting patiently, completely unfazed by the onlookers. He calmly sorted through the resources he had looted.
After pocketing the money, a faint clinking sound of coins falling from his pockets caught his attention. The cash had vanished, reduced to a string of numbers in his mind: 1493 Yuan.
This gang of nine was unbelievably poor!
At this moment, onlookers were filming Qing Chen, recording the scene.
Qing Chen glanced at them impassively, and they immediately backed away, as if fearing he might lash out.
However, they didn't retreat too far. Everyone knew that Qing Chen wasn't the instigator of the conflict. As a new player, he'd simply retaliated after being robbed.
Besides, how many new players over the years hadn't been robbed?
A small gang operated at each resurrection point, looting the Multiverse Keys worth 88 Yuan. It had become a thriving gray market, ignored by everyone.
After acquiring the keys, they sold them to players running dungeons at a 90% discount, cashed out the proceeds, and withdrew the money. In the real world of West Continent, their lives weren't particularly affluent, but certainly better than working a regular job, and much less strenuous.
Therefore, while Virtual Realm players were prejudiced against white people, they also detested these gangs...
From a moral standpoint, Qing Chen's actions were undeniably justified.
The video of Qing Chen's counterattack had already spread through Virtual Realm's forums.
His incredible feat of single-handedly defeating nine opponents was simply astonishing.
Unlike the dazzling displays of skills and items used by S-Class players, Qing Chen's fight was a brutal, hand-to-hand melee, raw and visceral. Follow current novᴇls on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⁂𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
To ordinary viewers, this was the most savage and brutal carnage.
Qing Chen's combat skills were refined to their simplest form; each strike was direct and forceful.
The light saber in his hand seemed to have come alive.
Most importantly, the white players disguised as strange races had been stifled here for too long. Seeing Qing Chen, with his Caucasian appearance, ruthlessly killing them, was exhilarating.
They were reminded of the frustration they felt when creating their characters and having to avoid Caucasian features.
Considering what Qing Chen had done today...
It was incredibly satisfying!
Even though Qing Chen was just an F-Class newbie, his actions were inspiring!
White players in Virtual Realm immediately began sharing the video, seemingly elevating Qing Chen to the status of a racial hero, a beacon of hope...
Many speculated whether some idle, high-level Caucasian soldier had started playing Virtual Realm?!
A group of Caucasian players spent an hour repeatedly watching the video, with some women even clipping just the final seconds of Qing Chen killing the last three opponents and replaying it endlessly.
Qing Chen slowly looked around and chose two slightly worn light sabers from the three in front of him: "Anyone want them? Make an offer!"
The onlookers were stunned!
On-the-spot merchandise sale?!
Someone quickly reacted: "I'll offer 1020 Yuan for one!"
"I'll give 1200 Yuan for one!"
Suddenly, someone said to Qing Chen: "Could you sign this for me? I'll pay 3800 Yuan if you do."
This surprised Qing Chen. Through the bidding, he had learned that the market value of these light sabers was around 1200 Yuan.
Therefore, the extra 2600 Yuan represented the value of his signature.
He had heard that North America was full of speculators who liked to inflate the value of any artwork, even signed sneakers. Now, he was being targeted for investment?
Were they recognizing his commercial value?
Qing Chen smiled: "If you want my signature, it'll cost 8800 Yuan. This is a bonus for being the first to spot the business opportunity."
The burly player pondered for a moment, carefully observing Qing Chen's confident expression. If this Caucasian boy one day became the spiritual leader of Caucasians in Virtual Realm, 8800 Yuan would be nothing. He could easily resell it for 880,000 Yuan!
He finally gritted his teeth and said: "Deal! 8800 Yuan. I wish you great success in the future!"
Qing Chen smiled: "Agreed."
The burly player handed over a marker: "My alias is FFF. I hope you remember me."
Qing Chen pondered for a moment and signed a "J" on the light saber. This would be his Virtual Realm alias.
After all, signing "Joker" would have been too arrogant...
After signing, the light sabers sold for 1200 and 8800 Yuan, respectively, bringing his total savings to 12493 Yuan.
Qing Chen wondered how much Yi's machine parts cost and if this was enough to get her started.
He looked at the dozen or so Multiverse Keys in his pocket; he decided not to sell them yet. He still wanted to explore those dungeons.
An hour later, while the onlookers waited, Qing Chen stood up at the designated time, holding the last light saber, and waited 10 seconds outside the resurrection point.
Would the nine dare to retaliate?
Qing Chen guessed they would.
After all, they had crushed him for over twenty hours before he finally managed to kill them all while exploiting a time difference. Now, they could coordinate offline. Nine against one – couldn't they win?
They could just overwhelm him!
Besides, the video of their defeat had been posted online. If they didn't retaliate, they would lose face.
Qing Chen wasn't even worried about them recreating their characters; no man could bear such humiliation until they realized who they were up against...
They would eagerly wait for their login time, but Qing Chen had to account for not only the one-hour mandatory logout time, but also the time it took them to log back in and be questioned by the AI.
No problem; he'd calculated this during his more than twenty deaths.
Before the last second ended, Qing Chen's light saber sliced through the air.
As expected, nine people logged in simultaneously. But before the leading player could even see Virtual Realm, Qing Chen's light saber had already severed his neck!
It was like magic; when Qing Chen raised his hand, there was no one in front of him. When he struck, the enemy suddenly appeared, and then died!
The onlookers were mesmerized, wondering what kind of person this Caucasian boy was in real life. The fight was too visually stunning!
The gang was down to eight. They lunged at Qing Chen unarmed, but as he passed, his light saber grazed their arms, slicing from their wrists to their necks with a swift movement.
Qing Chen didn't engage anyone directly.
He knew that in a hand-to-hand fight, if he was held by one person, he'd be dead. So, like a swift swallow in a gray rainy day, weaving through dense weeping willows, he left not a single leaf behind.
Blood splattered, but Qing Chen didn't even glance at the dead; his eyes were fixed on his next target!
The remaining seven members attacked together. They were all at level zero and weren't afraid to die. Even if eight of them died, if the last person killed Qing Chen, it would still be a victory!
They had to get revenge!
But unexpectedly, Qing Chen, instead of attacking, retreated and started circling them near the resurrection point.
In just five seconds, the relatively orderly formation of the seven members was torn apart by this simple maneuver. The gaps between them widened to more than two meters.
They still hadn't realized the danger, thinking that Qing Chen had cowered!
The next moment, one of them chased Qing Chen, reaching for his clothes, only to discover that the white-haired boy suddenly stopped and bent down.
It was as if he had eyes in the back of his head, having anticipated the approaching hand!
Due to inertia, the gang member continued to move forward. But Qing Chen's light saber firmly gripped, tore across his abdomen, cruelly splitting it open.
The second gang member caught up, wanting to retreat after seeing his teammate die, but Qing Chen kicked him in the knee, forcing him to kneel.
Qing Chen grabbed his hair and slowly sliced his neck with the light saber: "If I were you, I wouldn't choose to respawn here. Easily admitting you're a loser, isn't that better?"
Only five remained. Qing Chen no longer needed to run. He let go, allowing the body before him to fall.
Before the body completely disappeared, Qing Chen had already charged back into the crowd, successively severing the carotid arteries of the remaining five with his light saber.
Among melee weapons, the longer, the stronger; the shorter, the more dangerous.
When it comes to sinister unpredictability, daggers are unparalleled.
Yet, Qing Chen wielded the light saber like a dagger, catching his enemies off guard.
His strikes were like a nimble antelope's turns, impossible to track.
Sometimes, the enemy thought Qing Chen had missed, but somehow, the blade would turn and cut their necks...
From the start to the end of the battle, only two minutes had passed. The nine members of the gang who had come for revenge were once again forced to delete their accounts and start over.
Qing Chen sat down again, silently waiting.
The onlookers gasped. How vengeful! He was still guarding the resurrection point?!
This time, the onlookers recorded the entire battle. When they replayed it, they felt that even movie stars couldn't fight this beautifully.
The video was shared online again. Many people watching it were excited.
The number of shares exceeded 100,000 in just ten minutes and was still increasing.
In Virtual Realm, grudge matches, father-son matches, and corpse guarding were common.
Usually, corpse guarding was done by large organizations targeting individuals. The organization would distribute personnel to 100 resurrection points, using level and equipment advantages to repeatedly kill those who respawned.
After all, death meant account deletion, giving corpse guardians a huge advantage.
But an F-Class newbie who had just created an account guarding the corpses of nine players? This was unprecedented!
Moreover, Qing Chen's unwavering determination while guarding the corpses was palpable even through the screen... This guy was truly vengeful! And truly ruthless!
People slowly began to gather, wanting to witness this incredible new player's corpse guarding battle.
In the comments section of the video, some people openly started calling him White Light...
Someone contacted FFF, the player who had bought the signed light saber, offering 12800 Yuan to buy it.
Just an hour ago, the price of the signed light saber had skyrocketed.
However, FFF didn't sell. He directly offered 128,800 Yuan, shocking all potential buyers.
Someone muttered, "You're asking a ridiculous price."
FFF laughed, "You don't know what you're looking at. This is the first battle trophy, video-certified."
An hour later, Qing Chen hadn't waited for the people he was guarding for.
Some unfamiliar faces resurrected or were newly created, but none of them were the nine from before.
Someone advised him, "Stop guarding. They've given up. They've either recreated their characters or gone to other resurrection points. There's no point in waiting here."
Qing Chen sat cross-legged, propping his chin with one hand, as if he hadn't heard.
Everyone looked at each other. Some onlookers, thinking the show was over, began to leave.
After all, they had their own things to do.
After more than twenty minutes, Qing Chen suddenly stood up and walked towards the city. As he brushed past an onlooker, the light saber, previously hidden in his sleeve, suddenly emerged and plunged into the person's abdomen.
The onlookers were shocked. What was going on? Was he starting to kill innocents?
But the next second, eight people hidden among the onlookers, seeing their companion killed, charged out to attack Qing Chen, and were killed one by one...
A gang member, before dying, roared in anger: "We're not done with you!"
Qing Chen sneered, "You should be Qing Xing that you still have a chance to recreate your character."
Only then did everyone realize that Qing Chen was still targeting the original gang.
But what they couldn't understand was that all nine had recreated their characters, some even changing resurrection points and pretending to be onlookers.
How did Qing Chen find them?!
Qing Chen held up his light saber, looking at those filming. He stood there, seeming to be thinking.
The onlookers rushed forward, showering him with praise and opening their clothes, wanting him to sign their garments.
But Qing Chen ignored them, pushing through the crowd to FFF and whispering a few words. FFF hesitated for a moment, nodded, and Qing Chen grabbed his wrist, transferring all his money and Multiverse Keys to him.
Once Qing Chen finished his instructions, the crowd surged forward.
But before they could surround him again, Qing Chen raised his light saber and gently swiped across his neck.
Everyone was shocked. What was he doing? He had just become famous, why was he suddenly committing suicide?
This was too strange?!
And, although this was Virtual Realm, where real death didn't occur, the act of cutting one's throat would still hurt, and the feeling of death was real!
What kind of ruthless person could do this? Even if he was a level zero newbie, there was no need to go this far...
It was foreseeable that after this account deletion, Qing Chen would not reappear in the same form.
The battle of corpse guarding and counter-guarding, lasting over twenty hours, finally ended.
A legendary player voluntarily deleted his account and remained anonymous, decisive and resolute...