Chapter 686 - Welcome the Goddess of Magic (1/2)

Chapter 686 Welcome the Goddess of Magic

Roland was the number one Mage among players, and O’Neal was number two.

This was recognized by all Mage players.

And most importantly, O’Neal was strong with calculations.

He could optimize the spells Roland posted on the forum one more time.

Lower magic power consumption, a little more power, and lower learning requirements.

It sounded impressive, and it was impressive.

But neither other players nor O’Neal himself thought he was stronger than Roland.

Because Roland was the pioneer, while what O’Neal did could only be considered an improvement.

Creation was always much harder and more important than improvement, no matter what – it was, after all, forging a new path.

But unlike Roland’s habit of running about and fooling around with the game world NPCs every day, O’Neal had gathered a large group of Mages and used communication software to communicate and progress together offline.

So in terms of rallying supporters, O’Neal was a bit better than Roland. The player’s Association of Mages’ chairman, if it were to be established at all, would probably be Roland or O’Neal. If they campaigned for votes, O’Neal might even be elected.

But now… he had taken the initiative to be the deputy chairman, which meant that the players’ magic association was going to be built if there weren’t any unexpected twists and

turns.

It was also time to build it.

The Warriors’ associations, merchant associations, and Archer associations already existed.

Only the Mage’s association was missing.

The post was followed by a massive frenzy from the Mage players.

“Hooray, finally there is an organization in the

game.”

“Damn, kept asking O’Neal to build it but he wouldn’t do it.”

“O’Neill doesn’t have the money, and if Roland isn’t chairman, who will dare to be.”

“O’Neal isn’t bad either, but it’s okay; whether it’s Roland or O’Neal, I’m willing to acknowledge them as chairman.”

“Will Roland reveal all his magic insights?”

“Absolutely, and he has a lot of spell models that haven’t been uploaded to the forums yet, so I guess they’ll be put into the association.”

“He created the sugar-making spell recently… I joined an adventuring party some time ago and ended up being trapped in the dungeon for almost ten whole days, and because of the fierce battle, the rations ran out on the fourth day, so we relied on Roland’s water-making spell and sugar-making spell to persevere, but the five of us ate sugar so much that we felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. We felt like we were going to get diabetes.”

“Roland is indeed impressive. Just the new spells he created are already enough for me to prostrate in admiration.”

“More importantly, O’Neal also knows the big picture and takes it into consideration.”

“Anyway, we Mages finally have a home in the game.”

Thanks to this post, a large number of Mage players began to gather in Wetland City.

Although the Realm of Devils expedition was still ongoing, most of the players were a part of the logistical forces rather than the main combat force.

It couldn’t be helped that the overall strength of the Mages was still inadequate.

But the flavor of the Realm of Devils expedition had now changed.

It had turned into a succubus capture battle.

It even turned into the player’s party.

There were more and more players who had a succubus, and many more succubi were traded to the nobles of Hollevin.

It sounded like slave trade.

But it wasn’t in reality; it was more like a matchmaking market.

Thanks to the equality contract, if the succubus was mistreated, or treated extremely unfairly, she could escape.

She could unilaterally break the contract.

Because of this, the players dared to do this business.

Otherwise, it would’ve been too much on their conscience.

A conservative estimate of at least fifteen thousand or more succubi had entered the main plane by now.

Roland had already teleported to Wetland City, and he saw a large number of male players with succubi parading ostentatiously through the market.

These succubi were all glowing and full of smiles, and all of them were cute and helpless-looking.

The female players in Wetland City had almost faded into obscurity.

They didn’t like those flirtatious succubi.

Roland stood on the side of the street and sighed helplessly.

This was all his fault.

At this moment, a player passing by with a succubus, who knew Roland, waved at him as he walked, while shouting:

“Thank you, Almighty Roland, for giving me my wife.”

Roland’s face instantly darkened.

This person’s words almost made it sound like he was handing out wives.

The shout was a little loud, and then a group of people on the street, whether they knew him or not, all stared at him. “Thank you, Almighty Roland, for giving me a wife, hahahahaha!”

The whole street laughed.

Roland had no choice but to flee.