Chapter 185 - You Must Turn This Around (2/2)

When players were turned into souls, they couldn’t see other creatures if they didn’t have specialties, just like ordinary people couldn’t see ghosts.

Soon, a system notification popped up:

“Do you wish to be resurrected in the nearest Temple of Life?”

Yes!

“You’re now the 21st in the queue of resurrection.”

He had to wait in line to be resurrected? But it did make sense. After all, only one player could be resurrected in the Temple of Life every ten seconds.

After a four-minute wait, it was finally his turn.

In dimness and dizziness, the temporary commander felt his body again. He opened his eyes and was about to sit up, when his chest suddenly hurt. He managed to raise his head, only to see an expressionless Rogue in a black robe who had stabbed a dagger into his chest.

Then, the Rogue soon pushed his body to the ground, and a new body immediately appeared on the ritual table.

Without any hesitation, the black-robed Rogue simply stabbed his dagger into the heart of the next resurrected guy.

The temporary commander felt a lack of strength, but he wasn’t dead yet. He saw a few more people in black running to him and carrying his body which was wearing nothing but underwear out of the temple.

The world was darker and darker for him, until those people threw him onto a wagon.

This wagon was fully loaded with bodies, and what he saw were all faces that he was familiar with before he fell into complete darkness.

Too vicious… Those guys didn’t even let go of the resurrection point. That was too vicious.

The temporary commander, who had turned into a soul again, was beyond infuriated, but he couldn’t do anything as a soul, not even open the forums. He simply exited the game, crawled out of the cabin, and opened the homepage of his guild. But when he opened the forums, he found a lot of posts made by his companions in the guild.

All the posts were swearing and complaints.

He didn’t have to remind them… He then called the leader of his guild, but n.o.body picked up the phone. He almost threw his phone in fury.

Then, he opened the forums, only to see a boom of threads in the general discussion section.

There were all kinds of posts, but mostly mocking ones, like “Moon Shadow, a guild of dozens of members, was annihilated by a handful of people. How hilarious.”

He couldn’t help but hold his head and moan, “We’re screwed. We really shouldn’t have livestreamed it.”

The temporary commander was named Aruslin. He was the No. 5 person in Moon Shadow as well as the PR manager of the guild.

Ever since the game started to support livestreaming, he always livestreamed his gameplay to interact with other players and promote Moon Shadow.

A few minutes before the incident, he had organized some spellcasters to hold a hotpot party. It was quite good and attracted a lot of people who loved livestreaming.

So, many players who watched his livestreaming had observed the destruction of Moon Shadow from the first perspective.

The accurate fireball attack from hundreds of meters away, the trap made of quicklime, oil, and arrows, and the slaughter at the resurrection point were all recorded.

Moon Shadow’s reputation was at stake now.

He took out his phone and tried to call the chairman again, but n.o.body picked up.

Upset, he continued refres.h.i.+ng the page, but a post got his attention. He began to feel a headache after he read the t.i.tle.

The t.i.tle of the post was, “F6 will definitely try to kill the chairman of Moon Shadow. I’ll try to livestream it.”

Aruslin knew very well that Moon Shadow would be a laughingstock if their chairman was killed.

So, he began to pray that the chairman could escape, or even make a comeback if possible.