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Chapter 228: The Disappearance of the Players
“【Kai Xiusu's Secret Treasure】— did everyone buy it?” Stuffed Bun anxiously scanned the group, desperate to find a fellow African Comrade in suffering. He’d poured every last coin from selling Dragon Scales into All-in Treasure Chest, pulling seven times—only to come away with nothing but a single Adventurer’s undergarment.
Tian Sheng Zhan Kuang ran a hand over his bald head and grinned. “Lucky me—I got a pretty useful Green Gear.”
Xia Ye Qiu Yu smiled brightly. “I pulled a Fireball Staff. Only once, too.”
Stuffed Bun wanted to cry but had no tears left. “How come everyone’s a Lucky Emperor…? Am I the only one cursed with total Bad Luck?”
Then Singo shook his head.
Stuffed Bun’s eyes lit up instantly. He thought he’d found his long-lost brother in misfortune and blurted out, “Haha, you got burned too, right?”
Singo sneered. “I didn’t even buy it.”
“Just come to watch the spectacle. This event’s clearly just a scam for Official Experience Point exploiters. They’re probably trying to control how much gold the Internal Test Players hold, so the gap won’t be too wide after Server Launch.”
“Come on… you don’t actually think someone actually dumped their life savings into this, do they? Like they’re really that lucky? This pitiful Experience Point value isn’t even worth the cost of a single purchase.”
Stuffed Bun’s grin froze. His face turned pale.
He patted his chest, forcing a weak smile. “Well… at least I’m not the worst. There’s still someone who did Twenty Pulls and only got Trash.”
“Charlotte… my good brother…” He wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, his voice cracking with relief.
Far away, Charlotte lay motionless on the ground—almost as if he’d been turned into a black-and-white photograph.
Members of the 【Magic Coin】 Guild swarmed around him, pouring every kind of Magic Potion they could find into his mouth—“Spirit Elixir,” “Rage Potion,” “Vitality Draught”—anything to revive their beloved Guild Leader from the depths of despair.
Charlotte’s legendary title—“Twenty Pulls, All White Light”—had spread across the Forum like wildfire. It became a spiritual comfort for countless African Players. Paired with Flying Witch’s own tale of “Single Pull, Two Yellow Eggs,” they were now known as “The Black and White Duo,” or “The Lucky and Unlucky Twin Heroes.”
“Enough already,” Singo said, pulling out a beautifully wrapped Wine Bottle and shaking it gently, letting the rich, golden liquid cling to the glass like liquid sunlight. “Three hours till Server Shutdown. You still wanna taste that Fine Wine Worth Twenty Gold Coins?”
Wyvern landed beside them, its long neck nuzzling affectionately against the Knight’s shoulder.
Stuffed Bun suddenly felt a surge of courage. “Come on! No turning back until we’re drunk!”
Langli BaiTiao slung an arm around Stuffed Bun’s shoulder, grinning slyly. “Let’s go together!”
“Wandering Beast, you’re not even worth it.”
“It’s the last day—don’t be so stingy. Right?”
“Ow~”
“Damn it! Why does your lizard keep biting me?! Is it targeting me on purpose?”
Inside the Iron Dragon Wing Palace, Kai Xiusu sat rigidly upon the cold throne, eyes fixed on his Character Sheet, his gaze sweeping across the Magical Images scattered across the kingdom.
The countdown on his Character Sheet ticked down second by second.
“10… 9… 8…”
“2… 1…”
“0.”
The number hit zero.
Without warning, the chaos in the Tavern died instantly. The wild celebration in the square silenced as if a hand had pressed mute on the world.
Whether in the wilderness, the Mechanical Factory, deep within the mountains, or even inside the Giant Blood-Filled Maw of the Lion Scorpion—every Player vanished in an instant. Their bodies dissolved into tiny, flickering, illusory particles, then vanished completely—like they’d never existed at all.
Though there were only a thousand Players, the absence made Northwind Keep feel strangely quieter. Many locals had grown accustomed to the antics of these wild, unpredictable foreigners. Their sudden disappearance left a strange emptiness.
In cities like Bathor and Sg Town—places where Players had built their homes—grief was even deeper.
The Tavern Owner, just moments ago mixing a perfect drink, stared in shock at the empty room. After a long silence, he finally muttered, “So… who’s gonna pay for their drinks now?”
“Wait… how do I cut the Magic Circuit? And which Indicator Light should I check?”
“You never got a chance to finish,” came the reply.
In the Factory, trainees watched in horror as their mentor simply vanished mid-sentence—left standing before a massive, complex machine, utterly bewildered.
“Awooo?”
The Lion Scorpion, moments ago savagely devouring prey, felt the meal slip from its jaws. Its mouth was empty, its fury rising—but its small brain couldn’t grasp what had happened. It could only roar in rage.
Inside the Steel Dragon Wing Palace, Kai Xiusu turned to the Magic Mirror.
“How’s it going? Any anomalies discovered?”
The mirror flickered, revealing Lanpu’s grotesque face. His tone was grave. “Still… nothing.”
“We tested twelve Players in controlled experiments. Set up multiple Experimental Groups. Monitored over a hundred others with Spells. But we found no trace.”
“Logically, any large-scale teleportation—no matter the method—should leave behind some Weave of Magic. Even miracles leave a ripple. But these ‘Stellarfallen’… they vanished like ghosts. No Arcane Pulse. No Teleportation Spell residue. Nothing.”
Kai Xiusu remained calm. “I see. This can wait for now.”
“Understood, Master. I’ll go assist in handling the remnants of the Mechanical Divinity. The kingdom still lacks truly capable Spellcasters. I’m afraid the ones we send might not operate properly—could cause irreversible damage.”
“Go.”
As Kai Xiusu severed the connection, the mirror dimmed once more. Lanpu’s image faded into nothing.
“So it’s still impossible… this so-called ‘Game System’—what kind of power lies behind it?”
“Maybe only by touching the Realm of the Gods can we even glimpse the Hidden Truth veiled in the Mist.”
Kai Xiusu stared at the 【Temporarily Offline】 label on his Character Sheet, whispering softly to himself.
The Red Dragon took the event just as seriously, gathering nearly every Spellcaster in the Kingdom of Ashen to investigate. But even after exhaustive efforts, they found nothing—proof that the power behind it was far beyond the comprehension of even Lanpu, a high-tier Mage.
“Hmph.”
Kai Xiusu exhaled a plume of sulfur-scented smoke. Flames flickered at the edge of his lips, turning the palace interior into a roaring furnace. Thankfully, it was a brand-new palace—otherwise, another disaster would’ve been inevitable.
“The Ancestral Bloodline within me is nearly out of control. If I don’t digest it soon, it’ll trigger a Volcanic Eruption. I’ll have to enter Deep Sleep within a month.”
At that moment, the door creaked open. The Tiefling Guard, uninvited and ill-timed, knocked.
“Ow!”
His hand burned red from touching the scorching iron door, but he gritted his teeth and forced out, “Your Majesty… Lord Fried from the Chamber of Dragon Oath requests an audience. He’s brought twelve Humans with him.”
“Let them in.” Kai Xiusu replied, voice calm.
He gently waved his Wings. The Realm’s immense power smoothed the Weave of Magic and tamed the restless Fire Element. The searing heat in the air slowly cooled.
“Fried’s finally chosen the first batch,” Kai Xiusu murmured.
(End of Chapter)
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