My Player 2

Chapter 178 Not Like a String
"Fishing Alone in the Snow on a Cold River" walked out of the Resurrection Hall cursing.

He was just thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

The anchor relied on the fact that there were many filial sons, made specious arguments, and turned black into white. Not only did he throw himself off the boat in the game, he also mobilized the filial sons to cyberbully him.

This is really unbearable!
"Fishing Alone in the Snow on a Cold River" posted a message in the forum seeking justice. In order to attract attention, he posted dozens of messages, filling up the entire front page. He wanted to use this method to guide the righteous people in the world to expose the anchor who abused his power to bully others.

But he was still chased and bitten by the host’s filial son, and received a lot of replies like “Not like a skewer (horrified emoji)”.

The exposing posts were deleted by the administrator on the grounds of "polluting the page", and only the last one remained.

It's really too much!
Is it great to have power?

"Fishing Alone in the Cold River in the Snow" was so angry that when he walked out of the resurrection hall, he happened to see a billboard for "Golden Wind" recruiting new people.

There are no fancy advertising slogans. They just put the scene in the territory and the future design plan of the territory on the advertising screen, which is enough to tell players how powerful they are.

"Fishing Alone in the Snow on a Cold River" looked at the advertisement and felt that such a large guild was suitable for me.

"Hey, you guys forced me to do this. Once a talent like me joins the management of a big guild, ordinary players will have nothing to play with."

"Fishing Alone in the Snow on a Cold River" I muttered to myself as I scanned the QR code below the ad.

The scanned content is a form to fill in information.

It does not involve privacy in real life, but the situation of the first week must be clearly stated.

"Fishing Alone in the Snow on a Cold River" knew that with his outstanding talents, he would become a manager in a guild and there was no need to start as a soldier.

In order not to waste time, he slightly exaggerated the information of his first week when filling in the content.

For example, if you have killed "Thief God" 100 times in the arena alone, are the master of "Brother Dao", and are the president of a 3000-person guild... With such a brilliant resume, as long as the people of Golden Wind are not blind, they should give you a vice president, right?

About five minutes later, he received a reply from Golden Wind.

"I'm sorry, but you exaggerated and misrepresented your personal information, which does not meet the guild's admission standards."

『Fishing Alone in the Cold River in the Snow』This time he was really angry.

He took a screenshot of the rejection letter and posted it on the official forum, angrily criticizing.

[My heart is toward the bright moon, but the bright moon shines on the ditch. ] (23 replies)
[Fishing Alone in the Cold River in the Snow: It’s your own loss that Golden Wind didn’t hire me. Instead, I have more time every day to read books, test my grades, and talk about love…]

[Fishing Alone in the Cold River Snow: My life has become more colorful, and Golden Wind has lost a rare talent. ]

[Fishing Alone in the Cold River Snow: The second possibility is that Golden Wind does not want an excellent leader, but an obedient tool (many guild managers are like this). In that case, hiring me is of course a waste of talent, so don't do it.]

[Fishing Alone in the Cold River in the Snow: ...I hope other guilds won’t follow suit]

This frank accusation will surely allow bystanders to see the true face of Golden Wind!
Humph, this is what happens when you offend me. This guild won’t be able to recruit new members anymore!

"Fishing Alone in the Snow on a Cold River" keeps refreshing. I want to see the responses from the netizens who are watching.

[Thieves in the World: Why can such a bunch of idiots get the qualification to play? Damn official! Are you trying to drive me crazy? Give me the qualification now!]

[Didi hits someone: The one upstairs is the thief? Wow! Master Ball! ]

【After the Tang Dynasty, the Song Dynasty came: It doesn’t look like a string. 】

……

"I've been sleeping for three days, and my attributes haven't changed much. Could I be really dead?"

"I'll make a pill for you." He put down the [Intermediate Recovery Potion] he had just made and glanced at his "father-in-law" Farley who was lying on the bed, looking unsure.

He is the [Alchemist] of Golden Wind, and among all the players who are learning alchemy, he is also in the first tier with the highest proficiency.

Three days ago, they invited Farley over, saying they would help him complete his advancement so that he could learn how to go back in time and find the thief in the guild warehouse.

It was such a good thing that Farley would not refuse even if he was informed of the risks in advance.

For a transcendent, advancement is more important than anything else. Adhering to the concept of keeping the wealth within the family, "Refine a Pill for You" was assigned to refine medicine.

He was just an [Alchemist] who could only perform the simplest pre-processing of the god-level [Tears of the Goddess] and [Evil Dragon Gland], and swallowed a huge amount of secondary occupation proficiency with tears.

But as a price...

After eating the relics of the two gods, Farley fell asleep without saying a word.

It's been three days, and he still looks like no one knows when he will wake up.

The army commander has been gone for so long that the NPCs have reacted.

But they couldn't tell the truth.

According to "Golden Wind", if others knew that they had the ability to help people advance, it would attract a lot of people who would take risks.

This is not good for the development of the guild.

He has gone to the league in person and is trying every possible way to delay time.

"I'm furious!"

The door of the room was violently pushed open, and the "Morning Wind" came in, kicking the coffee table that was blocking the way, as if it was sulking with someone.

"I'll make you a pill." He turned around and asked cautiously:
"What's wrong?"

"Dawn Breeze" took a few deep breaths, picked up the tea table that had been kicked over, and said angrily:

"I don't know who hired a stalker, like a piece of shit, to stick to us in the forum."

"I'll make you a pill." He scratched his head.

He had known Morning Breeze for several years and knew that unless her defenses were really broken, her emotions were stable most of the time.

I guess the guy on that forum must be a master at understanding human nature...

"Why are you mad at the gangsters? Ignore them and everything will calm down in a couple of days." I'll make you a pill to eat, consoled him.

"You don't know!" 'Dawn Wind's' voice became a little shrill, "That guy's words are so outrageous that they are almost becoming a formality. A lot of people in the forum are repeating them. Our guild's popularity may also be harmonized along with the formality!"

"What shit! Whoever gets stuck with it will be in trouble." 'Dawn Wind' muttered again.

"I'll make you a pill." He scratched his head and could only continue to comfort her.

Every profession has its own expertise. He is just an alchemist in charge of logistics and does not understand the issue of public opinion.

In fact, the main job of "Dawn Wind" is to analyze the plot and hidden tasks.

In the first round, she found the locations of many hidden bosses.

By the second week, the guy who was originally responsible for recruiting new members and publicity had not yet qualified, so these responsibilities were thrown to her.

Perhaps because she has done these things so many times, she should be more sensitive to the direction of public opinion.

That's why I'm so angry.

"I'll make you a pill." He sighed and was about to offer some suggestions when his body suddenly lost control and he sucked back the breath he had just let out, then began to retreat unconsciously.

"Morning Breeze" bent down and pressed the coffee table back to the ground, then she walked backwards. When she was halfway there, the coffee table also flew backwards and landed on her kicking foot.

Everything around me is flowing backwards.

This is a natural disaster.

Everything within a 300-meter radius was reversed to the state it was in 30 days ago.

The aftermath of Farley's advancement to the heroic rank unconsciously transformed a beautiful newly built town into a lush meadow.

(End of this chapter)