437 The Players Wont Stop Screwing Around (2/2)

The others then chatted and dispersed, all finding things to do that interested them.

Roland went to Mordenkainen's manor and spent the day learning how to make magic swords with Mordenkainen, and the evening in Mordenkainen's study, going over the old man's notes.

He also used the built-in camera to take pictures of them.

He had to say that this trait of the Golden Sons not needing to rest was too powerful—one day could be treated as two.

And there was no such thing as learning fatigue.

Mordenkainen was teaching seriously, and Roland was learning even more seriously.

Although the era in which Mordenkainen lived was nearly two thousand years ago, and many of the theories of magic were quite crude and not as refined as those of two thousand years later, most people's understanding of magic was incomparable to Mordenkainen's.

Except for Mystra's.

However, the Goddess of Magic… this was not someone Roland could come into contact with right now.

Roland had thought that these next ten days would be a fairly quiet, happy time of study.

However, accidents happen.

It wasn't that an accident happened in this dungeon space, but something big happened in the game world.

On the sixth day in the dungeon, after the game had been temporarily suspended for the day, Roland opened the forum as usual.

Since the forum couldn't be connected to from within the dungeon, things were already underway when Roland saw the news.

It all started when the Coalition of Progress, next to the city of Sisilia, felt that they had reached a certain stage of power and started an uprising.

At this time, the Coalition of Progress had over a thousand players and over 50,000 natives.

The 50,000 or so natives who accepted their theories and ideas and built a formidable army took Hollevin's major northwestern town of Sisilia.

And they continued to preach their ideas in a city of over a million people.

Then more people joined them; after all, they represented more advanced ideas and systems.

This was quite appealing.

However… Just yesterday, all the popes of all the churches received a higher order.

Annihilate those who oppose the gods.

All the churches mobilized, formed a fearsome religious alliance, and set out in great numbers for the city of Sisilia.

Moreover, except for players like Roland who were in dungeons, almost all other players received a quest.

Whether or not to help the gods annihilate those who defied the gods.

Many players accepted the quest, and many others began making their way to the city of Sisilia, for they wanted to help the Coalition of Progress fight this terrible war.

At this point the forum was split into three factions.

The god-protectors, the resistance, and the neutrals.

After getting a general idea of what was going on, Roland slammed down on the keyboard directly.

He didn't feel the pain although his hands were red and swollen, but said helplessly, ”Too soon… the average level of the players is not enough. If a tenth of the people reached Legend, the uprising could succeed. Now… wait to be annihilated.”

He sighed, staring at the forum.

It wasn't long before Schuck's call came.

”Come over to chat.”

And then Schuck hung up the phone.

Roland rode a public bike to the cold drink bar.

Schuck didn't invite anyone else; Roland was the only one who came.

Pouring Roland a glass of watermelon juice, Schuck said, ”You should have already read what happened on the forum.”

”I did.” Roland thought for a moment and said, ”You're a Saint Samurai, which means you'll have to go against those people?”

Schuck waved his hand. ”I declined despite the order. But…”

”But what?”

”The order was given by the Goddess of Light herself, and she is the only one who has the right to command us. She looked a little disappointed when I refused,” Schuk said rather gloomily. ”The goddess is very kind to us Saint Samurai, so I felt bad for refusing her order. But what the Coalition of Progress is doing is right—freeing the slaves, freeing the productive forces, removing class barriers and building a better society. Who dares say it is wrong? So I'm quite at a loss. I don't know what to do now.”

Roland thought for a moment and said, ”Why don't you stay out of the game for a while? Stay away for ten days or half a month, then enter the game again and see what happens?”

Schuck sighed. ”This is the only solution that's not really a solution.”