Game’s Dogma

Chau Yu lost valuable pawns, but he successfully instigated a direct confrontation between Dragon Alliance and Roaring World.

It was a pain for Drako Yau; having a sly enemy was troublesome and scary. He could fight everyone who challenged him, yet trickery and plots were beyond his control. Foiling every one of them was simply impossible.

This time, if he hadn’t connected his meridians in his legs during the fight, allowing Flame Form phase two to synergise with Empyreal Dragon Step and Wanderer, he couldn’t have defeated Tigeroar even with Flash. Winning the duel gave him no sense of satisfaction; knowing that he had been caught in a ploy, he felt as if someone had shoved a turd down his throat, which was why he called the mastermind as a warning.

“Oh Mask, you’ll have to show some empathy for our tiny alliance. We can’t go up against you without using a bit of trickery, can we? Didn’t you win in the end anyway?” Chau Yu shrugged, as though it had nothing to do with him.

I almost died because of your stupid ploys… Drako Yau flared up at Chau Yu’s ignorant look. He then said, “I mean every word I say. Unless you do a better job at hiding your tracks, your tiny alliance won’t stand a chance against my rage.”

The call was cut short by Mask. Chau Yu stood up calmly, completely unbothered by Mask’s warning.

The outcome was worth sacrificing those pawns. Although he couldn’t get Mask this time, Roaring World’s reputation plummeted, giving him more room and authority in Empyreon.

It’s about time we get to the real deal. Call this a warm-up before our real battle! Chau Yu folded the fan in his hand as his pupils turned purple and radiated a dim glow.

After Drako Yau filled his stomach, he headed to Dragon Alliance’s conference room. As the alliance master, he couldn’t always delegate all his work to others. Idyllic Poet and Windstrider were already helping out with internal affairs while Zephyrwolf was in charge of external affairs. Still, there were important matters that only he could decide on, so he had to visit the conference room once every few days.

He saw Danting rambling in excitement while Zephyrwolf, Idyllic Poet, and Sasaki listened in a daze. Greenstone was out levelling up, and Windstrider and Dumbgirl were currently offline resting.

“Boss!” Danting’s eyes glowed the moment he saw Drako Yau arrive. “Boss, you know what! I did great yesterday!”

Drako Yau smiled. Danting is still like a child in some ways despite his age. He asked, “Yeah, you better tell me about yesterday. It was your shift, no? Why did you end up offline?”

Danting lowered his head and answered, “Sorry boss… Yesterday…”

Danting then repeated what he told the others. Drako Yau was surprised to find out that Fatty the Castellan had dragged Danting over to fight a duel for him, the same sort of duel he had fought against the golden-haired young man.

While Dumbgirl and Val the Balrog were both Drako Yau’s disciples in a sense, Danting was his first disciple despite his refusal to let Danting call him “master”.

Danting’s innate talents and class advantage as a magic swordsman made him a player to be feared in the game. After winning the duel, Fatty gave him a piece of epic equipment as his reward—a Level 40 one no less, an exceptionally rare item in the game right now.

Drako Yau patted Danting’s shoulders as encouragement and no longer blamed him for skipping his shift. When dragged into the duelling pit, others would perceive the player as offline, nor was it possible to communicate with the outside world.

Speaking of Fatty the Castellan, Drako Yau hadn’t paid him a visit since he had escaped from the Abyss of Durin.

Looks like it’s about time I drop by Fatty’s place.

After asking Idyllic Poet and Zephyrwolf whether there were particularly important matters to report, he made his way to the Castellan’s residence. He was the only one who could go in and out of the Castellan’s residence freely in Yoda.

Led by the butler, Drako Yau entered the Castellan’s room and met the bulky man. He sighed and said in a serious tone, “You really should cut off some weight.”

Even the butler couldn’t hold back his chuckle as he left the room. Fatty the Castellan glared at Drako Yau and said, “You brat, it’s been so long and you’re trying to piss me off right away.”

While Fatty and Drako Yau had only met a handful of times, they had a close, beneficial relationship. Drako Yau had brought Fatty great wealth, while Fatty gave Drako Yau the precious production method of making Holy Blessing Scrolls and even risked angering the Dominator to give him tips.

Drako Yau then said in earnest, “Thank you for the tip. Without it, I might be unable to break through.”

Fatty waved his hand and said, “Spare me the courtesy, I hate that sort of stuff. Don’t thank me if you see me as a friend. Still, aren’t you growing stronger a bit too quickly?”

Fatty fixed his eyes on Drako Yau, his piercing gaze seemingly seeing through him. While their difference in strength was still massive, it was no longer at the level of incomparable beyond measure.

How long have I been cultivating? That kiddo’s just twenty something… He’s indeed the old geezer’s disciple. He shuddered at the thought of the old geezer.

“Say, my underling won a battle for you. Isn’t his reward a bit too shabby?” Drako Yau went straight to the point. He only spoke in such a way to a selected few: his companions, Ichor Hon, Hades, and a few others.

Fatty trembled in anger, the fat on him shuddering. “Shabby? I gave him a piece of the Level 40 epic set, Nightwalker! It’s one-of-its-kind in the entire game! You call that shabby?”

Drako Yau showed no shame at all as he refuted, “That’s why it’s shabby! You only gave him one item! I received more than one last time!”

Fatty felt himself fainting. This kiddo seems like a cold person, but he can get quite shameless at ripping others off! You? That was an exception! The bet that time was a thousand times the normal bet!

Ever since Fatty brought Drako Yau to the pit and took Gramps by surprise, no one dared place huge bets against him. Winning 5,000 in a single bet was no longer possible; the best he could do was win five at a time.

“Fine! I’ll give him one more! Are you satisfied?” Fatty squinted his eyes and glared at Drako Yau. He’d beat that brat up if he dared say no.

Drako Yau nodded in satisfaction. “Alright. I’ll say thanks in place of Danting.” He was simply giving it a shot in the first place; it’d be nice if Fatty gave more rewards, but it was fine even if he didn’t. He then continued, “My companions are all very strong. You can invite them when there are more duels.”

Fatty was speechless. Why does that guy sound like a salesperson… Is that why he’s here today?

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