The Immoral Great God and the World-Ending War God

Battlefield No. 2468.

After working together in battle for some time, the others finally fought their way through a path leading to the starting village.

Quite a few people were starving, their stomachs pressed against their backs, and were so exhausted they could barely keep their eyes open.

This was the result of Zhang Meng discussing the matter with the various squad leaders and deciding to concentrate their strength on getting everyone into the village to rest.

They could always come back to level up later.

Besides, Zhang Meng had something else on his mind: he wanted to see whether he could find Liu Xuan in the starting village.

As for the battlefield, he hoped someone could help share the burden with him—especially someone stronger than himself.

Unfortunately, after making a circuit around the starting village, he still found no sign of him. Liu Xuan had probably already gone out to level up.

While strolling around the village, Zhang Meng noticed quite a few people gathered around the potion merchant, chattering away.

“Damn, someone bought the only special potion in this place!”

“Hell, if it’s sold out, then take down the sign! Why leave it there? Are you afraid we won’t know that we missed out on something good?”

“Is this murder followed by twisting the knife?”

Zhang Meng edged closer for a look and saw an empty spot inside the display case. Beneath it was a small sign that read:

[Random Attribute Potion]

A line of smaller text had been added underneath:

Sold out.

The corner of Zhang Meng’s mouth twitched. That had to be something Liu Xuan bought.

Judging by the name, it was probably a potion that increased attributes. He just had no idea how much it increased them by.

Even Zhang Meng couldn’t help grumbling inwardly: Fine, sell a limited-edition item like that if you want, but couldn’t you at least take down the sign after it was sold?

Did you really have to leave it there for everyone to see?

As he looked around the village, Zhang Meng naturally began studying the various systems in the battlefield, drawing on his experience as a seasoned gamer.

He soon discovered the auction house, along with the large quantity of materials Liu Xuan had listed there.

Before his name was the gleaming golden title: [Blue Star’s Number One Warrior].

What a show-off...

That really was just like him...

Zhang Meng couldn’t help recalling the first time he had crossed swords with Liu Xuan in some game. His opponent had been wearing a Rainbow Dash skin, yet still proceeded to beat him senseless.

Although skins didn’t affect stats in that game, the visual effect was something else. Those who knew, knew.

A flashy little pony bouncing around all over the place made Zhang Meng, who spent the entire fight getting beaten up without even touching his opponent, look like a complete idiot.

Shaking his head, Zhang Meng banished those painful memories from his mind. He noticed that most of the materials in the auction house were dirt cheap.

He had already noticed this while wandering around the village. The drop rate for battlefield equipment was painfully low, so almost everything had to be crafted from materials.

With such a large supply of inexpensive materials, perhaps everyone on Battlefield 2468 could receive a major boost in strength.

After all, armor was clearly making a huge difference now.

Just as Zhang Meng was about to close the auction house, a thought suddenly struck him. He smacked his forehead and exclaimed, “How could I be so stupid? I’ve been searching all over the Beginner’s Village for him, but the friends list is unlocked now. I could’ve just added him directly!”

With that thought, Zhang Meng used the friends system to send Liu Xuan a request.

He felt that it would be best to discuss the matter concerning this battlefield with Liu Xuan.

After all, it involved so many lives.

Meanwhile, Liu Xuan was already fed up with all the friend requests flooding in.

Aside from Zhang Meng, many others had seen the name of the auction house and come to add him as well.

He was just about to block them all when he suddenly spotted a familiar name in the request list.

Zhang Meng? Why was he adding him?

After a moment’s thought, Liu Xuan accepted the request.

The moment Zhang Meng saw that his request had been accepted, he was overjoyed.

“Wicked God, I knew it was you!”

Because of Liu Xuan’s name, and because no one could beat him, many professional players privately liked to call him the Wicked God.

Zhang Meng sent the message instinctively as soon as the connection went through.

Liu Xuan let out a cold laugh. Wicked, huh?

“So you’re the World-Destroying War God. Oh, no, that’s right—it should be the World-Destroying 乄 War God.”

Zhang Meng’s face immediately flushed.

That had been the name he used the first time he faced Liu Xuan in a game. He had later stopped using it because even he thought it was way too chuuni.

He never expected his opponent to remember it all this time—and even bring it up now to tease him.

“大神, you know my name. Just call me Zhang Meng.”

“Then I’ll call you Old Meng.”

“Actually, I’m not that old.....”

“Then why did you always react like an old man when we fought? I thought you were already in your fifties or sixties.”

Zhang Meng: “......”

This guy really held a grudge.....

“Old Meng it is, then. Can I call you Brother Liu? Actually, I didn’t have any other reason for finding you. I just wanted to confirm it was really you. Well, I won’t disturb you while you’re leveling.”

Zhang Meng was planning to leave. He couldn’t very well start talking about how “the fate of the world rests on every man’s shoulders” right after adding the other man as a friend, could he?

It wouldn’t be too late to ask for his advice when he actually ran into something he couldn’t figure out.

But Liu Xuan stopped him instead. “Wait. Don’t leave yet.”

“Is there something else, Brother Liu?”

“I’ve collected some materials, but my inventory is full. You can’t use the auction house outside the village, so the only option is to send them through the mailbox. I’ll mail the items to you. Sell them for me, and I’ll give you ten percent.”

“Uh.... Sure, no problem. It’s no trouble at all, so you don’t have to give me anything.”

Zhang Meng figured that Liu Xuan’s previous batch of materials was still listed on the auction house. It had only been a short while—how many new materials could he possibly have collected?

Ten percent would probably amount to only a few copper coins.

But Liu Xuan simply said, “Take it. I’ve already sent them.”

“Oh man, really, you don’t have to. It’s just—”

Zhang Meng opened the mailbox as he spoke.

Looking at the materials—measured in the thousands—as well as the dozen or so pieces of equipment, Zhang Meng suddenly found himself at a loss for words.

It hadn’t been long since the announcement about the Newbie Village was released. Just how many monsters had this guy killed during that time?!

Wait a second. With this many materials, even a tenth of them would be quite a lot... Should he just accept them?

Zhang Meng asked Liu Xuan about the price of the materials, then listed them at a relatively low price.

He calculated the approximate profit for Liu Xuan on the spot. It came to more than seventy silver, making it clear that he had no intention of pocketing any of it.

As for the tenth of the profits, he repeatedly refused at first, but eventually “reluctantly” agreed to accept it.

He even thumped his chest and promised that Liu Xuan could come to him anytime he needed similar help in the future.

After ending the conversation, Liu Xuan continued onward.

After running through the woods for a while, he suddenly found his path blocked by a gigantic skeleton.

It looked like the remains of a bear, but the creature must have been four or five meters long.

It had probably been dead for quite some time, leaving behind only a skeleton.

Liu Xuan was just about to go around it when he suddenly noticed what appeared to be a person amid the bear’s bones.

The figure was slumped on the ground, leaning against one of the ribs.

He wore armor covered in scratches that clearly hadn’t been maintained in a long time. On his head was a square wooden box with two holes cut into it for his head to pass through, leaving his face exposed.

His health bar was green, indicating that he was a friendly unit.

However, only a tiny sliver remained—roughly one-tenth of the bar.

“Is this an NPC? What is he doing here?”

Could there be some kind of quest?

Liu Xuan’s eyes lit up. He had never encountered a quest before, and he had no idea what sort of rewards one might offer.

He stepped forward and saw the other person’s name: Bell (Level 5).

Bell also noticed his approaching footsteps. His body tensed at first, but when he saw who was coming, he finally relaxed.