I Became the Progenitor Vampire Chapter 368

Chapter 368: Chapter 370: The Spring of lsp Players, High Imperial Uncle We Are Serious Chapter 368: Chapter 370: The Spring of lsp Players, High Imperial Uncle We Are Serious “Red Tassel in Hand” felt a deep satisfaction toward the current development of the Canglong Guild as its leader.

Having journeyed through a gaming career spanning over a decade, “Red Tassel in Hand,” despite being only 29 years old, had become a renowned veteran in the gaming community.

Though he couldn't command obedience with a single call, he managed to maintain his dignity.

Unfortunately, he regretted that the Canglong Guild missed the beta testing phase of “Glory” and didn't draw the beta testing qualification.

Having had the chance to try the game, he felt extremely sorry they missed it, so on the first day of “Glory's” public release, he spared no expense to have his entire guild join.

As time passed, “Glory” became increasingly popular, which proved how sharp his initial vision had been.

“Glory,” with its ability to affect reality, shook the entire gaming market, drawing more and more players who longed to partake in it, revealing immense business opportunities.

Red Tassel in Hand deeply felt that his initial choice was correct–if they were still solely focused on a few profitable games, they would probably be in trouble now.

By seizing the initiative and being among the first to delve into uncharted territories, Red Tassel in Hand naturally reaped substantial rewards.

His rich gaming experience allowed him to keenly identify the Centaurs of the Low Hills as a great target for strategizing.

The strengths and weaknesses of the Centaurs were clear, making them very suitable for the guild's strategic layout.

Furthermore, when he discovered the Centaurs, no one else showed interest in this race that emitted malice upon seeing humans.

Hard work pays off, and after two months of relentless pursuit, they finally gained the trust of the Centaurs.

Their guild became the only adventurer's guild allowed to reside permanently in the Iron Hoof Tribe.

This offered the Canglong Guild a tremendous opportunity for growth; having the backing of the Iron Hoof Tribe, they were able to receive numerous tasks daily from the tribal hub and the free market.

The guild's over 500 professional players swiftly reached Level 3–a level above the average player.

And Red Tassel in Hand himself advanced to Level 4, only one more level away from an Intermediate profession, securing his position as a top-tier player.

Although his current advantage was not small, he still lagged significantly behind the beta testers.

Especially with the imposing figure of “The Knight with the Broken Sword” looming in the midst, Red Tassel in Hand felt immense pressure.

Player guilds operate on a winner-take-all basis; guilds that developed early had too much advantage over those that developed later.

Therefore, he had to exhaust all means to study game quests in hopes of finding an opportunity for the Canglong Guild to soar.

However, such chances were hard to come by.

Thus, Red Tassel in Hand could only endeavor to undertake quests tirelessly to level up as swiftly as possible.

Efforts do get rewarded…

In Red Tassel in Hand's serious study, he indeed unearthed some clues.

Recently in the free market, he often heard the name of a Centaur–Guituo. Initially, he didn't take it seriously, as there were many Centaurs in the Low Hills. How significant could one name be?

But then he realized his mistake–for the name carried another title that made him gasp–“The Divine Gifted Child.”

This was a highly significant implication.

The striking title garnered his immense interest. As a top-tier gamer with a small reputation in the industry, his gaming instincts were certainly among the finest.

Therefore, he spared no cost to uncover this news and after difficult inquiries, he finally gathered substantial information.

Near the seaside of the Low Hills, a Centaur Chief named Guituo had activated the strongest bloodline among the Centaurs–the Gale Bloodline.

From the information he gathered, this super boss of Level 17 was considered by the Centaurs as the king destined to rebuild the Centaur Empire, and he was hailed as “The Divine Gifted Child.”

Even more crucially, the current rulers of the Gale City in the Low Hills were the original sin oppressors of the Centaurs. To change their fate, the Centaurs believed that only by rallying under Guituo, “The Divine Gifted Child,” could they resurrect the former glory of the Centaur Empire, securing the Centaurs a place on the Glory Main Plane as a race not to be overlooked.

These talks made Red tassel in hand keenly aware of the opportunities within.

This “Divine Gift” son definitely had a hugely important mission hidden within him, perhaps even the key protagonist for the next storyline.

Listen, the son of “Divine Gift”, rebuilding the Centaur Empire, liberating the oppressed Centaurs…

Such statements, in a game, definitely heralded a major event.

Plus, this information all came from NPCs, so its credibility was undoubtedly greatly enhanced.

After careful thinking, Red tassel in hand concluded that this was definitely a key storyline character, even the main protagonist among the hill-dwelling Centaurs, just like Prince Anos, the Destiny Hero of Anos City.

This guess immediately stirred Red tassel in hand's heart, and right away he sent people to inquire about more news regarding Guido, and also secretly searched for where this person might be.

This was an excellent opportunity. When Anos City was established, the first players and guilds to side with Prince Anos, the Destiny Hero, had reaped enormous benefits.

Now, while the Centaur protagonist remained undiscovered by others, if the Canglong Guild could be the first to side with him, it could inevitably earn them huge profits.

Red tassel in hand thought this could be a chance for the Canglong Guild to rise.

They had already missed out on Anos City, but they absolutely couldn't miss out on the Centaur protagonist this time.

“Leader, are we really going to shift our development focus from the Iron Hoof Tribe to that 'Divine Gift' son? But wouldn't that make all our efforts over the past few months go to waste??

It wasn't easy, but I finally got a conversation going with the most beautiful female Centaur there. If we leave… that would be all gone.”

As the deputy, Long Xiaoxia felt somewhat resentful after hearing that Red tassel in hand was planning to redirect the Canglong Guild's development focus onto the unknown “Divine Gift” son.

Red tassel in hand, upon hearing this, couldn't help but display a face filled with black lines, gritting his teeth as he stared at this foolish peer of his age, “You're even willing to deal with a Centaur, can't you act a little more human??

There's no room for negotiation on this matter, you just need to do as I say.

This is the Centaur protagonist I discovered with much effort. If we establish a good relationship now, when the Centaurs build their city in the future, won't our Canglong Guild ascend to heaven?”

“Ah, what a pity about my little mare, ahem, a pity about the foundation we've worked so hard to build…”

Long Xiaoxia's tone was melancholy.

“Get lost, I said to focus on that 'Divine Gift' son, I didn't say to give up on the Iron Hoof Tribe. Everything here will continue as usual, and I will leave a part of the players to continue to manage the shops.

The development momentum of the Iron Hoof Tribe is so good, it absolutely cannot be neglected, cultivating both is the truth.”

“Two-timing scoundrel!” Long Xiaoxia grumbled resentfully, but then his eyes shifted, revealing a flattering smile, “Leader, for the benefit of our Canglong Guild, I apply to stay here, to continue guarding our foundation.”

“Heh, don't even think about it,” Red tassel in hand revealed a slight sneer, “That female Centaur has nothing to do with you anymore.”

“Damn, that's so harsh?”

“It's for your own good…”

“Pfft, I've known you for ten years now, every time you screw me over, it's always that line, can't you change it up?”

For most players of the Canglong Guild, Red tassel in hand's orders were absolute, and there was naturally no room for bargaining.

A big guild still had its advantages. Casting a wide net to catch more fish, a week later, Red tassel in hand finally learned about Guido from a Centaur who held him in high regard.

Upon discovering this extremely valuable information, Red tassel in hand did not hesitate at all, bringing along his foolish players to join.

Rushing to cling to the powerful before they rose to prominence was the true path.

Guido had already received orders from Lide, welcoming any players who came to join.

Moreover, he even used a series of persuasive speech crafted by the publicity department to fire up these foolish players, and under the fervor of generosity and passion, the players of the Canglong Guild excitedly joined the Gale Empire.

Indeed, Guido, who had only just gathered less than 5000 Centaur followers, had already determined the name for the soon-to-be-established Centaur Empire–the Gale Empire, which resonated with his own bloodline title as well as the Gale City within the hill-dwelling areas.

Centaur are naturally sentimental about the word “gales,” galloping and rushing like the wind.

Even in Centaur legend, when the Centaur God ignited the Divine Fire, it was said he rode on gales to ascend into the heavens.

For Red Tassel in Hand, the stronger Gwidon was, the better, because it meant his choice was the right one.

Looking at Gwidon, after the help of the propaganda department of Dawn City, the fact that he was divinely appointed King of the Centaur Empire spread through the low hills at an unstoppable exaggerated pace.

Various lively arguments shone in the eyes of the impoverished Centaur.

For instance, when Gwidon's bloodline awakened, a phantom of the Centaur God appeared in the sky and personally used Divine Power to activate Gwidon's Bloodline…

Or when he awakened, thunder and lightning filled the sky, a fierce wind blew, and the surrounding hills and trees called out his name–Gwidon–and all life within a hundred miles knelt before him at that moment.

There were also tales of giant eagles crowning him with a crown forged from thorns, ice-covered lands sprouting new growth, and ancient Centaur sages appearing as phantoms… among many others.

The legends swept through all the Centaur with an irresistible force, the core message being that Gwidon was the Savior of the Centaur.

Moreover, these stories were not only in praise of Gwidon but were mixed with a lot of critical comments about the current ideology of the low hills, causing a conceptual split among the Centaur unknowingly.

Unfamiliar with the barrage of information, the Centaur stood no chance under the might of Dawn City's formidable propaganda.

In a very short amount of time, they were overwhelmed by the stream of information.

A critical point was that, in the case of the intentional exploiting the unintentional, the Centaur's current desires, fears, and resistances were almost totally deciphered by the propaganda department, and targeted propaganda directly struck at the hearts of these information-isolated fellows.

This caused the seemingly solid low hills to begin splitting at an unimaginable rate, not in a structural way, but culturally and ideologically.

However, this was even more deadly; a structural split, such as a tribe splitting into two, could be manageable, but few grasped the severity of an ideological split.

Unsatisfied Centaur quickly became radicalized, turning into reformists, and began seeking to change the existing regime, frequently communicating outward.

Meanwhile, a portion of the Centaur, benefitting from the current system, decisively stopped those wanting change, believing their system was the perfect system for Centaur and strongly opposing any change.

Under any system, there are beneficiaries and those who suffer–this is inevitable, and the conflict between the two sides soon became almost irreconcilable.

The Propaganda Department quickly noticed this shift in atmosphere, then redoubled their efforts, incessantly fueling the division between the reformists and the conservatives, making their differences even more pronounced.

Entire tribes split due to their massive differences, living separate lives now; conservatives maintained their original territories, while the radical reformers sided with Gwidon by the sea.

The current spiritual leader of the reformists was none other than Gwidon, the Son ofdivine Gift, for in propaganda, his ideology was clear–the low hills need change, and opening trade with different races was the best approach,
Hiding in the low hills as cowards isn't what true Centaur should do. Centaur warriors should fight against humans and Beastman, proving with bloodshed that those who offend the Centaur, no matter how far, will be punished.

Only the blood of war can reclaim the glory of the ancestors!

It must be said that Centaur were inherently warlike; being holed up in the low hills, even failing to gather enough weapons and equipment, made them extremely frustrated.

Now, with Gwidon's forceful declaration, it instantly made the Centaur's blood boil, making them believe this was the spirit that Centaur should have.

Also, because Gwidon bore a strong aura that faced humans head-on, his attractiveness suddenly multiplied many times over.

Following a series of events, Gwidon too realized the utility of players.

These adventurers from the Lost Plane, despite their peculiar actions and often unexpected behavior, were quick-witted and able to handle many special tasks.

For example, sending them to major tribes to promote his policies was extremely risky, as Centaur sent on such missions often wouldn't return, but players were different, these Undying fellows quickly returned to action after being taken out.

The Canglong Guild was ecstatic over their keen insight into Gwidon, celebrating that they had truly caught a hidden dragon in the abyss, thus began diligently promoting the Gale Empire and the greatness of Gwidon deep into the low hills.

After half a month of intensive propaganda, the situation in the low hills had undergone substantial changes. The propaganda department summarized their experiences and attributed all propaganda slogans to being “Gwidon's famous quotes,”
And they branded these ideas, which were entirely different from the traditional Centaur beliefs, as “Words of the New Empire,” while establishing the motto of the Gale Empire–“For the Gale!”

They also promoted that any Centaur who identified with the Words of the New Empire were citizens of the Gale Empire, regardless of their current location or whether they could come before the reigning King–Gwidon–to swear fealty; they were all members of the Gale Empire.

As soon as the king arrived, they hoped that everyone would actively cooperate with the king to conquer those corrupted and backward Centaur Tribes.

A series of propaganda campaigns surged toward the Centaurs like a tide.

The Centaurs of Gale City had never seen such a terrifying arrangement, and within less than a month of the propaganda department's efforts, they were defeated.

Moreover, they had no way to counteract it and could only forcefully prohibit the dissemination of this news.

But such a high level of influence could not be resolved by simply banning propaganda and discussions–the actions of the propaganda department were like opening Pandora's box, making the major tribes of Gale City even more curious about the forbidden knowledge.

It is worth mentioning that because the Canglong Guild was hardworking and willing to sacrifice in their tasks, they gained the trust of Gudo, allowing the guild leader, Red Tassel in Hand, to participate in some of the propaganda strategy.

This excited Red Tassel in Hand, and he also felt it was a rare opportunity, perhaps a chance to soar to greatness.

He immediately began to gather quick-witted players to discuss and soon, they devised many cunning operations.

The basic propaganda flyers were quickly printed and distributed frantically.

What's more, a few players, excited, began to write about a fictitious young prince, turning those plain flyers into narratives interspersed with slogans.

Some players even skilled in drawing did sketch illustrations for these tales.

The Centaurs had never seen such a spiritual poison–leading scarce lives where entertainment was a luxury, let alone a full meal.

They couldn't resist and were largely corrupted, even those Centaurs opposing Gudo quietly collected a large amount of the young prince's propaganda flyers.

Though the players' tactics were bizarre, they were incredibly effective, and more Centaurs came to join Gudo.

Tasting success, Gudo, unaware his campaigns had turned into GHS, had those eccentric players intensify the propaganda. Hearing this, the players thought, “Isn't this asking us to continue?” and immediately prepared to make a big push.

However, later, due to inadequate literary skills, they hit a brief pause and reluctantly had to resort to several classics–Little Jie, Ah Bin,
Using these, they started ferociously modifying the stories, literally replacing the protagonists with Centaurs…

Indeed, classics are classics, best-sellers in any world–the flyers with new stories quickly caused a sensation among the Centaurs, who vehemently criticized while eagerly searching for more sequels.

Seeing such a vast impact, Red Tassel in Hand suddenly realized something, feeling as though he had opened a new door.

He quickly ordered that the novel be serialized, promoting Gudo in the process, and no longer gave out flyers for free but began to charge.

This infuriated the already freeloading Centaurs, who protested against such actions, although they acknowledged the effort and labor involved, “Reading your books is a favor to you!”

But Red Tassel in Hand naturally ignored this and even raised the prices, leaving the Centaurs helpless.

In the end, each night they could only repetitively go through those free flyers that had severely worn out in just a week or two, but such things, once overly familiar, lose their intrigue.

Ultimately, lacking spiritual sustenance, the Centaurs reluctantly dug out their treasured Demon Beast skins to trade with eccentric players for more of the young prince's stories.

Thus, Gudo's propaganda slogans and messages for dividing the Centaur forces, under the cunning manipulation of these experienced players, swiftly took over every Centaur Tribe.

By mid-campaign, Red Tassel in Hand had another epiphany and secretly had those original GHS players form a cultural information transmission department,
specifically transferring and translating some of Earth's oddities into the common script of “Glory,” and began to sell them in bulk.

In the end, it was miraculous–this operation even became a hallmark representation of Earth culture's invasion into “Glory.” Though this culture was somewhat exhilarating, it ultimately enriched the sparse spiritual life in “Glory” and created a more harmonious society.

Although this Centaur Chief was featured in the young prince's promotions, unlike humans, he was not so pretentious; he loved this method and was even excited to keep a copy for his collection…

Of course, in the process of these players creating the young prince's stories, Gudo, bound together with the Canglong Guild, was the greatest beneficiary.

Not just because every copy of the young prince's stories bore his policies and will, spreading his reputation throughout the Centaur Tribes,
But also because Gudo ultimately invested in the book transportation, a collaboration that crossed worlds, touching enough to bring tears to one's eyes.

Chapter end