246 Chapter 246 - A Gloomy Day (1/2)

There would occasionally be dark and gloomy days in a person's life. For Nightmare of Death, today was that day – an extremely dark and gloomy day.

He had previously been bullied in the Thieves' Union by Gu Fei. Nightmare of Death had considered that as the darkest day of his in-game life, especially when he had been relentlessly chased all over the streets of Yunduan City by Gu Fei. But when that day was compared to today, the loss Nightmare of Death had experienced back then was mere chicken feed.

Since he still had 5 PK points, Nightmare of Death's two deaths reduced his level from 40 to 36. With how the needed experience points increased with every level up, just his drop of a level right now was equivalent to all the experience points he had lost last time.

His PK value had caused him to lose a total of five items. Among the dropped items, Lasting Sentence and Dying Breath were rare top-grade equipment that Nightmare of Death had not even used yet. The other three items were not as precious, but they were still worth hundreds of gold coins.

However, his tragic situation had yet to end as he still had those abominable PK points. As long as he did not log off, Gu Fei would continue to hunt him down. And even if he did log off, Nightmare of Death doubted that the Thief just then would give up. Has he been sniffing around me all that time? The Thief's level of perseverance brought a chill down Nightmare of Death's spine. Heading to a log-off point now would only expose his position to the two, and that Thief would surely just patiently wait for him to come online.

Nightmare of Death recognized Sword Demon. He was a top-class expert in other MMOs who had been a victim of his group's money-making scheme in Parallel World. The man had every reason to crush Nightmare of Death in the palm of his hands, so Nightmare of Death was not thinking of avoiding the problem; instead, he was thinking of how to take revenge and trap Gu Fei in order to recover Lasting Sentence and Dying Breath.

This was not due to his attachment to the items but was due to it being his job. Nightmare of Death was a member of a gold-farming gaming workshop. His account, gaming equipment, salary, et cetera were provided by the gaming workshop's boss. His boss's primary order was to help him earn money, earn money, and earn more money… PKing players to loot their top-grade equipment was just one of the many methods they used to earn money.

From this perspective, Lasting Sentence and Dying Breath did not actually belong to Nightmare of Death but to the boss, who would decide what to do with the items upon receiving them. The more valuable the top-grade equipment was, the more important it was for them to turn it over to the boss.

This was actually the first time Nightmare of Death had gotten such top-grade equipment. His greed got the better of him, and in hopes of earning a little side income, he did not even equip the daggers himself but searched for a way to sell them off, instead.

Trade Exchange? Auction House? Those places were not viable. Once the items were put on sale, his name would be featured right next to them. This sort of under-the-table transaction was forbidden in a gaming workshop, and it was almost guaranteed that anyone who would do such thing would be fired. This might just be a game for many, but this was Nightmare of Death's livelihood, so he could not be careless on how he handled this.

Naturally, his colleagues were in the dark about Nightmare of Death's intention to keep the equipment for himself. Only two companions of his knew about his intention, and neither was his colleague. Nightmare of Death truly wanted to retrieve Lasting Sentence and Dying Breath soon, yet he could not depend on the gaming workshop's strength. This was because the rule stated that they must immediately inform the workshop of any valuable items when they first obtained them. Nobody knew about the existence of Lasting Sentence and Dying Breath, so if Nightmare of Death were to report it now, his intention would come to light… His colleagues might understand why Nightmare of Death had withheld information about the equipment, but….

Nightmare of Death would not be so flustered if the enemies in question would just quietly take and use the items for themselves after looting them. Unfortunately, he did not believe that this would be the case with Gu Fei and company.

Nightmare of Death and his team were currently reviled throughout Yunduan City to the point of causing everyone's teeth to itch whenever they were mentioned. Just the act of looting top-grade equipment from them would elicit schadenfreude from the people who would hear about it. From this point alone, Nightmare of Death reckoned that the person in question would find a chance to announce his bad deed everywhere he went. Not only would the masses be cursing him endlessly, he would even be kicked out of the gaming workshop under corruption charges. How could Nightmare of Death not think that today was a truly dark and gloomy day at this rate?

As such, his current priority was to quickly snatch back Lasting Sentence and Dying Breath. Everything would be fine once he retrieved the goods and turned them over to the organization. If he were to head back empty-handed and report about the equipment he had lost, no one would certainly believe him. At present, Nightmare of Death was no longer thinking of earning a quick buck on the side; all he wanted was to secure his job. As for the issue of mistrust that would arise from this, he would think about that later!

Nightmare of Death activated Stealth as he walked along the street. He no longer dared to be careless and moved as fast as he could while on Stealth. At the same time, he sent his two friends a message: ”Don't head to the city gate….”

”You got killed again…” His friends grieved for his loss.

”Yeah, where are you guys at? I'll go to you two, instead!” Nightmare of Death said as he kept himself on the move.

”We just went past the main plaza by Picker Street,” his friend replied.

”I'm coming. Do you have any clothes on you?” Nightmare of Death asked.

”F*ck! Are you butt naked now?!”

Nightmare of Death was in tears. Sword Demon's stab had cost him his clothes. He was only wearing a flimsy shirt and pants when he revived by the spawn point. It was utterly embarrassing. With how the shirt and pants looked, Nightmare of Death would be better off stark naked.