I am the Lucky Cat of an MMORPG

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45. Hug

On that night, not even an hour into the event, a completely unforeseen server-wide announcement rang out.

"Congratulations, Guild I Die For Riches, on conquering Sakura-3."

"Guild I Die For Riches has been awarded an additional reward: Guild Reputation +5,000."

"One of the Four Great Seals of the battlefield has been unsealed. Keep it up, brave players!"

I Die For Riches was one of the rising stars among the many guilds in Asgard Online. One look at their name would tell all they're related to money. Thus, most of the players within that guild were paying players, especially since there were no conversion restrictions after Level 100. The amount of cash they sunk into the game per month was a very substantial number.

The medium- and small-sized guilds instantly turned their attentions to the remaining "3" fortresses. The reward for participating in Guild Wars was 100 Reputation per event. The reward to having a fortress to the end of the event was 1,000 Reputation. The additional reward announced was so much more enticing. It'd dramatically reduce the gap between them and the big guilds.

The battlefield was also a large-scale battle. They could throw out their skills and attacks however they pleased and their guildmates won't be hurt. It wasn't completely impossible for them to sneakily conquer a fortress among the confusion. Otherwise, just being able to cause more trouble for the big guilds was better than anything else.

The guild chat of Suicide Squad, a subsidiary of the Heretic Demons, was silent. During the event, only the guild leaders and urgent messages could go through the guild chat. No one was allowed to just chat on it. Each party had their own party chat anyway. There was also a special channel between the party leaders that they had applied for in the game.

Any orders could be swiftly sent and received. (It's akin to a temporary party. Anyone could join, enabling communication between different parties and guilds. The game would charge the players according to the amount of time the channel was used and the number of members in it.)

As the piloting healers were only responsible for opening portals to their destinations at their designated spots, a major Teleport shift notice was done through the Acolyte Squad Leader's private messages. Hence, they didn't need to take up a spot in a party. There were only so many that could fit in one party.

And so, XiaoYu was unable to know the details of the battlefield even after officially joining Heretic Demons. However, he could still feel that their plan for conquering Prole-3 wasn't going as smoothly as they wished.

Because XiaoYu had just joined the guild during the day, a lot of Suicide Squad members still remembered him. At the start of the event, they would wave at him and said hi before running through his Portal. A few of the female players even blew kisses at him. XiaoYu felt so awkward.

But ever since the announcement about the fall of Sakura-3, all of them would rush into his Portal with serious faces. They had no mood to even say hi. (A black triangle would float above the heads of guildmates. A red triangle above fellow party members. Gold triangles for friends. It was so players could easily find their own people in a crowd. Players could also choose to hide them.)

All XiaoYu could do was pray for everyone in his heart.

"Xiao-Yu, open up 30 Portals now and hurry over through the back door of the NPC Item Shop." Out of the blue, XiaoYu heard I_Am_A_Poor_Man's voice. He didn't ask any questions. Soon, a series of portals were opened up and squished together in a tiny space. Then, XiaoYu ran straight into the back of the Item Shop as ordered. The NPC shopkeeper who was sleeping on the counter was frightened out of his wits.