Chapter 37: Bloody Mercenaries (1/2)
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Gui Guzi reached Suzhou in the afternoon. Du Thirteen and I went to the train station to welcome him to show our sincerity. Then, we ate lunch not far from the train station. Spicy chicken wings, it doesn't get any better than that!
Gui Guzi was a twenty-three year old young man named Gongsun Gu. He looked very delicate and refined, much better than Thirteen. Thirteen was extremely extroverted, so he immediately put his hand on Gui Guzi's shoulder and proclaimed their intimacy.”Little Gui, we will be brothers from now!”
Gui Guzi's expression changed. ”Yes, Brother B...”
Du Thirteen was shocked. ”Why do you call me Brother B?”
Gui Guzi said helplessly, ”Thirteen… just put the arabic numbers together...”
”Holy s.h.i.+t!”
Du Thirteen came out of his sorrow and cursed his father inside.
……
Gui Guzi's voice carried a hint of emotion when he entered the apartment with his luggage, ”I haven't stayed in dorms for a long time...”
Thirteen said angrily, ”Dorms your sister! You have a room for your own! This is like treatment for doctoral students. What else do you want?”
”Haha!”
Gui Guzi finished plugging in the data cord and setting up the game helmet. Then he glanced at the game helmet in my room and couldn't help but exclaim in shock, ”That's... a VIP helmet?”
I nodded.
Gui Guzi walked into the room and carefully looked around. He suddenly found the words ”CGL Hall of Famer—Falling Dust” and turned to stone. A moment later, he looked in disbelief at me and murmured, ”Impossible... impossible. Boss Broken Halberd, how can you be... that genius Falling Dust?”
I held my water cup and said with a smile, ”Calm yourself...”
Du Thirteen laughed out loud. ”Little Gui. He really is Falling Dust, real name Lu Chen. My good friend of more than ten years. This is not fake! Right, don't you respect him a lot?”
Gui Guzi shook his head, ”No, I do not admire Falling Dust, I admire Night_chen, that person who defeated the legend of Candlelight Shadow in the Starcraft Tournament!”
Du Thirteen was shocked. ”You know so much!”
I sat on the sofa and licked my lips. I had mixed feelings. My thoughts flashed back to three years ago, to the times I was at my peak—
Candlelight Shadow was my archenemy. Four years after release of Spirit of Grief, he would kill me and members of Ancient Sword Dreaming Souls until we deleted our accounts. There was a reason why he hated me so much. This tale goes back three years...
Year 2021, WCG Starcraft Global Finals. Candlelight Shadow, who had come from Korea, defeated three of China's top gaming experts while wearing a Taiji robe. He ridiculed China and claimed that no Chinese could match him. He even arrogantly invited the Chinese players to challenge him.
At that time, a Chinese youth came onto the stage, and used five different tactics to ma.s.sacre Candlelight Shadow, all of them obscure. Candlelight Shadow suffered the greatest loss of his life, the name of the youth who bested him engraved into his memory forever—Night_chen.
This ID was the account I had made five years ago on the Haofang platform to smurf.
In the last battle of WCG, I successfully killed Korea's emperor Candlelight Shadow, as an audience member. I created a shock wave, one which eventually led to me being hunted down and subsequently killed.
That year, I politely refused the invitation from the famed esports team EM, and joined the Spirit of Grief that Eternal Moon Corporation had developed. The first year, I qualified to enter CGL Hall of Fame, and the second year, unbearable tragedy in a car crash damaged my nerves, crippling me...
Candlelight Shadow was one to hold a grudge. After that public humiliation, he had always been resentful and even came to Suzhou University of Technology to ma.s.sacre the school team. He knew that the ID Night_chen was from there. Before my graduation, I was the main force of the school team, a truly vicious figure, practically unrivaled.
……
After learning I was Falling Dust, Gui Guzi's att.i.tude toward me was completely different. He went forward and looked at me, saying determinedly, ”Lu Chen, I know you must feel very aggrieved after deleting your account in Spirit of Grief. But don't worry, we are companions now. I'll do my best to help you get your dream of revenge.”
I laughed. ”I do have a dream, but not revenge. This is for our dream, a dream to dominate Floating Ice City, and even the China server.”
As I spoke, I also looked at Du Thirteen and said, ”Since our workshop has three members, then let's decide the workshop's name and development plan?”
Gui Guzi said, ”The workshop's name will be the future guild's name. Have you thought of something?”
I nodded. ”I have a suggestion. 'b.l.o.o.d.y Mercenaries'. Because we are both Night Creatures, the color of blood is bound to be a.s.sociated with us. Also, our funding at the beginning will be a bit tight. We must accept quests in the game to make money. What do you think?”
”b.l.o.o.d.y Mercenaries... b.l.o.o.d.y...” Gui Guzi's eyes lit up and he said with a smile, ”A very good name that even makes me think of b.l.o.o.d.y slaughter on the battlefield. Very good!”
Du Thirteen immediately nodded. ”Agreed. Three 'Yes', the matter is settled. Our workshop will be called the b.l.o.o.d.y Mercenaries Workshop!”
”Yes!”
After deciding the name of the workshop, next was to plan how to advertise. Du Thirteen went to the game forums to make a post. ”The b.l.o.o.d.y Mercenaries Workshop is open. Business includes killing bosses, PK, quests, and helping get girls. For further details, contact Du Thirteen.”