Game’s Dogma

Drako Yau became wary beneath his mask.

Chau Yu… He’s too smart. From just a few words, he can tell it’s the Castellan. I’m not his enemy when it comes to mind games without Frost Form… How formidable.

Chau Yu then let out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t afraid of Mask, but he wouldn’t do things that could have lingering negative consequences. It was best if Mask knew it wasn’t him.

‘If I’m the one who attacked you, I’ll gladly admit it.’

Drako Yau chuckled with a tint of disdain. ‘Haven’t you pulled off enough dirty tricks on me already?’

Chau Yu shrugged it off and smiled as he casually leaned back into his chair. ‘So what? You’re going to make me, a cleric, fight you in a duel?’

Drako Yau stayed silent momentarily then said, ‘I’m sure you’re not as defenceless as you claim to be.’

Chau Yu’s smile froze for a brief second, but he quickly replied normally, ‘No idea what you’re on about.’

Not pursuing the matter any further, Drako Yau then asked, ‘You want to win against me?’

Chau Yu then nodded seriously. ‘I will win against you.’ Not ‘want’ or ‘wish’, but ‘will’.

‘If you really want to win, unite Empyreon first. Then we’ll talk.’ Drako Yau left this behind and ended the call.

The conference room turned silent. Chau Yu held his fist as bitterness emerged within him. While Mask hadn’t said it directly, his words had implied it clearly: You, who have yet to unite Empyreon, cannot possibly win against me.

Killing intent radiated from his eyes. It wasn’t targeted at Mask, but rather the guild masters of Empyreon who were all merry and jolly, believing that they were ‘first-rate guilds’.

Those dumbasses!

After forming Dragon Alliance, Yoda was an unrivalled force. While their individual strength wasn’t strong, they had over 100,000 players, and that wasn’t something a guild with merely several thousand players could go up against.

The only thing that could match an alliance neck-to-neck was another alliance!

Even Evergrand noticed as much. Meanwhile, the bosses of Empyreon were still acting high and almighty, ignoring the impending danger and immersing themselves in their petty illusions.

As more and more players level up and join the combat force of Dragon Alliance, it will become unstoppable. Chau Yu frowned and was in a bad mood upon having such a thought. His tolerance towards the so-called major guilds was reaching its limits.

It’s time to teach those conceited dumbasses a lesson.

After ending the video call, Drako Yau also gave off an intense killing intent.

The Castellan had given him a name: Tigeroar.

Tigeroar, guild master of the second-ranked guild Roaring World, also ranked second on the level rankings at Level 36.

Tigeroar was the one who had plotted the atrocious ambush on Drako Yau, but something bugged him. Why’d he go so far to kill me?

Although Empyreon’s taxes had risen drastically because of him, it was but a scratch for a major guild like Roaring World. Why did he have to kill him, at such a great cost no less?

Taoist answered him with a question. He said, ‘You’re a Maverick, but do you think you’re the only one?’ He then shut his mouth, grunted, and continued, ‘Leave.’

Taoist swung his arm and forcefully teleported Drako Yau from the room before coughing up a mouthful of blood. The Dominator’s punishment was so terrible that even powerful people like Taoist and Fatty couldn’t resist. Similar to Fatty, Taoist was also placing his bet on Drako Yau.

While Taoist didn’t spell it clearly, what he said was obvious enough.

Tigeroar is a Maverick!

Drako Yau’s face turned dark. Tigeroar wouldn’t have spent so much resources to kill him once; it was very likely that Tigeroar had discovered that he was a Maverick as well.

Mavericks, unlike ordinary players, couldn’t respawn upon death. Once they died, their lives were over.

So he’s trying to murder me, huh… Drako Yau smiled coldly. Roaring World! Tigeroar! Just you wait!

Tigeroar sat in his guild’s conference room in Empyreon. A massive bronze statue was placed at the base’s roof, and below the statue was the guild master seat. Players from Roaring World stood below the guild master seat, holding their breaths in anticipation.

Tigeroar was a muscular man over two metres tall and had thick eyebrows and massive eyes. He sat calmly on his seat, all while giving off a domineering aura that made others hesitate to approach.

A while later, a person rushed in and said, ‘Master, there’s news of Mask.’

‘Speak,’ Tigeroar growled loudly.

The person shuddered before immediately reporting, ‘Players have seen Mask appearing at Yoda’s Mercenary Guild. He probably isn’t imprisoned.’

Tigeroar stayed silent. In truth, he had partly expected this to happen.

As a Maverick, Mask was certainly no ordinary person. While Yoda was a filthy and lowly city, Mask must have had quite the talent and charisma to have united the city. Still, investing so much effort only for everything to end up for naught dampened his mood.

Tigeroar wasn’t afraid to expose the fact that he was a Maverick. He had always been careful and could feign to be offline anyways. Now that Mask knew he was the one who had set him up…

He grinned. Come at me, it’ll give me more chances to kill you!

Battles between Mavericks were simply brutal.

‘Alright, leave Mask alone for now. Go level up.’

While Drako Yau was in a fairly poor mood, he still went to the Mercenary Guild.

Since the Mercenary Guild was implemented, he had always been occupied with various things, so he hadn’t visited the guild a lot of times. The Honno-ji Incident, Mount Soughslit, Abyss of Durin… He had been through so much, but his mercenary rank was still Rank 3 when many players had already reached Rank 5 and could obtain free Return-to-City Scrolls.

He showed his mercenary badge to the receptionist. Though it only had three stars on it, the receptionist fettered upon seeing his badge and quickly went to the back office.

After a while, a middle-aged man came up to him.

Drako Yau twitched his face. It’s the Castellan’s butler again…

‘Greetings, honourable member. Please follow me.’

Under everyone’s stares, Drako Yau calmly entered the Mercenary Guild’s back office.

While the guild was a massive place, most players had only been to the outermost receptions where they could accept quests and collect quest rewards. Most of them had never been to the guild’s back office.

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