Nobody told me this wasn't a game.

However, the members of this adventure team do not yet have the most accurate information; what is circulating outside are just some unfounded speculations.

"What he did... it's hard to say. All we know is that it was Mr. Reed who made the move, and he even used divine magic!"

"Huh? Could it be a geological exploration technique? Yesterday I vaguely thought I saw a stone Buddha, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye. It probably lasted no more than five minutes."

"If Mr. Reed was behind this, then this matter is likely to be serious... Could it be that war is about to break out?!"

"I think it's almost certain. With the collapse of the Celestial God system, who will be most affected? It's us adventurers! We can't run dungeons, everyone's running out of food, how are we going to survive? After thinking it over, the only way is to emulate the Celestial Gods before they rose to power: invasion, conquest, and expansion. Only by doing that can we achieve lasting peace and stability!"

Adventurers may have a somewhat unique understanding of long-term peace and stability.

But what he said was actually pretty much true.

A thousand years after the age of the gods, the proportion of adventurers in the ascended world has reached a rather alarming level.

Previously, they had dungeons to vent their energy and make a fortune. Now that dungeons are gone, where else can they use their martial arts skills if they can no longer shine in external expansion?

We can't just kill each other, can we?

Many adventurers are also unwilling to participate in human-to-human combat, and they have little interest in expanding territory.

But at this moment, they don't know what they should do. They are all lost and confused about the future.

The sentence I say most often is:

"How could the age of gods end so suddenly? Sigh."

Inside the Acorn Tavern, there were also some who were well-informed.

He sat alone to one side, watching the young people discussing animatedly, and suddenly interjected, "Expansion abroad? You all know what kind of person our General Song is! I heard that General Song has already reprimanded the Aloe Clan, and he has even invited a big shot from 96511 to his residence, intending to hold a 'confrontation before the king' so that he and the Aloe Clan can clarify things!"

"Wang Qian, confront him?"

"A big shot from 96511... Haha! What big shot could a five-digit community possibly have?"

The adventurers were quite dismissive of this.

The man, holding his wine glass, said, "The confrontation between the king and the king should have already begun. Where we, 1555, are headed should be revealed in this confrontation!"

……

……

Fog Edge City, City Lord's Mansion.

Inside the City Lord's mansion's reception hall, several people were already seated. Without exception, these people were all important figures from 1555.

This "confrontation before the king" was less a diplomatic event between the two communities and more a private negotiation. Apart from the high rank of the participants, there was no grand ceremony or pomp.

General Song Zhen's arrangement was quite reasonable.

His main characteristic is to keep the peace, which seems to fit his public persona to those who are unaware of the situation.

General Song was dressed as he had yesterday. He checked the time and said, "Bring Mr. Beethoven a fresh cup of tea."

It was already past nine in the morning.

Zuo Chang arrived here at 8:30, but he still hasn't seen anyone from the Aloe Clan!

He immediately said, "General Song, I think we don't need to change the tea! What's going on with your department? It was supposed to start at 8:30, why haven't the Aloe Clan members arrived yet!"

Song Zhen smiled and said, "Mr. Beethoven, please be patient. I have already sent someone to urge them on; the Aloe tribe will be here soon."

Zuo Chang scoffed: "If there's no sincerity, then this confrontation is pointless!"

"Can you waive it? That would be great."

A sinister voice suddenly rang out.

Zuo Chang turned his head and saw a portly old man at the twelfth realm who smiled coldly and said, "General Song, a supreme expert at the fifteenth realm, has already shown enough respect by being willing to hold this confrontation meeting. What's wrong with making you, a kid from a five-figure community, wait a moment? Don't push your luck!"

Another person chuckled and said, "Young man, don't get so worked up. Have some tea! This mulberry tea is precious even in our 1555. Every sip you take is a bonus."

Oh?

Zuo Chang glanced at General Song, who then closed his eyes.

Zuo Chang received a hint, grabbed a teacup from the table, and smashed it at the wealthy old man who had spoken earlier!

This attack was very sudden; the old man hadn't expected Zuo Chang to be so audacious!

But he was, after all, a master of the twelfth realm. Could he not even catch a teacup? He immediately raised his hand, trying to stop him!

"Whoa!"

The next instant, he let out a strange cry and jumped up!

The stench of blood filled everyone's nostrils. They turned to look and saw that the teacup had shattered into dust, stained bright red with blood.

The portly old man's palm was a bloody mess, his white finger bones exposed to the air, his entire arm dislocated and hanging limply at his side.

How can this be?

Although it was a sneak attack, this "Wild Beethoven" did not use any skills; he simply threw a teacup, yet it caused such powerful damage to an adventurer of the same level.

If he had used his skill, could that attack have killed the other person instantly?

"you you……"

The portly old man was both shocked and furious. He took a step back and stared at Zuo Chang in astonishment.

Zuo Chang remained expressionless and said, "It seems that you all still don't understand why I have earned General Song's respect. If I were weak and powerless, how would I have survived the ambush by the Aloe Clan? And how would I have gotten this opportunity for a 'confrontation before the king'? If anyone is still not convinced, they are welcome to stand up and have a life-or-death duel with me! One-on-one, absolutely fair."

General Song Zhen then opened his eyes and said, "Mr. Beethoven, thank you for showing mercy. If you had intended to kill him, Old Zhou would probably be dead on the spot, not just have lost an arm."

Zuo Chang sat upright, ignoring him completely.

Looking at the portly old man, Song Zhen said, "Old Zhou, there are always mountains beyond mountains and buildings beyond buildings, and there are always stronger hands among the strong. We adventurers only rely on strength. Although Mr. Beethoven comes from a five-figure community, killing you is just a matter of a thought for him! You must be careful with your words and actions and have a respectful heart towards the strong, otherwise... I can't protect you either."

The portly old man was consumed by rage and extremely dissatisfied!

No one in 1555 dared to be so rude to him; how could a "lower-ranking person" from 96511...

He took a few breaths, forced himself to calm down, and sat down again.

A doctor stepped forward, and while receiving treatment, Old Zhou glared at Zuo Chang, thinking bitterly, "Just you wait, kid! When Lord Luwei arrives, you'll be in for a world of hurt!"

I barely touched the computer yesterday until 10:30 pm, and I couldn't write even two chapters no matter what I tried. So I kept touching it, completely unable to concentrate.

I've only managed to write two chapters so far, and twelve hours have already passed.

But it's not entirely without good news...

For example, is the update time a little too late?

This should be considered a moderate improvement... probably.

In short, I'm very sorry!

(Mediterranean bow)

Chapter 320 Subordinates overthrowing their superiors is an old tradition

"Who is this? So arrogant, daring to make a move in front of General Song!"

The sound came from outside the door.

Zuo Chang turned his head and saw a middle-aged man with dark skin walk in and look around.

His gaze quickly focused on Zuo Chang's face: "You're the wild Beethoven from 96511, aren't you?"

Zuo Chang asked with a smile, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man ignored Zuo Chang and bowed to Song Zhen: "General Song, I'm so sorry... something came up and I'm a little late."

Song Zhen wasn't angry; in fact, he smiled and said, "Something came up unexpectedly, so there's nothing we can do about it. Beethoven, let me introduce you. This is Mr. Reed from the Aloe family. He's the one you fought yesterday."

If we're talking about arrogance, then he really is arrogance.

Zuo Chang was somewhat confused about what exactly was going on with these reeds.

Even if Song Zhen is not the leader of 1555, isn't his cultivation level of the fifteenth realm worthy of his respect?

If Zuo Chang were sitting up there, and Xue Qiangwei were late, even if Xue Qiangwei really had something to do and couldn't arrive on time, she would definitely let them know in advance.

Even without prior notice, at least the apology will be expressed more sincerely and the attitude more fearful.

The way the reeds are behaving...

Zuo Chang didn't think there were such stupid people in the world, and he couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

He could only speculate: "To destroy someone, you must first drive them mad. Could this situation have been within Song Zhen's expectations?"

Zuo Chang glanced at Song Zhen, recalling what had happened the previous night:

Last night, Zuo Chang and the other two had a short meeting.

The celestial being said, "Zuo Chang, do you know the best way to obtain the 'Earth God's Origin'?"

Without hesitation, Zuo Chang replied: "Weave destiny."

Mayumi also said, "Weaving destiny."

Yes, weaving destiny.

The deity nodded, affirming Zuo Chang and Zhen Gong's idea.

She continued, "The Earth God's origin lies within the Earth God's remains. It's obvious that the Earth God's remains are well-protected, and the Earth God's descendants have had ample time to build a fortress. With our weak fighting strength, we three would probably find it difficult to break through. However, under the 'Weaving Destiny' system, all problems are easily solved. The only problem is that there are two main issues."

Mayumi couldn't help but say, "God, if there are two problems, then it's not 'the only one'."

The god looked at Mayumi coldly.

Zuo Chang pulled the real bow to his side and said, "The child is ignorant and talking nonsense. God, please continue."

The goddess then continued, raising her left index finger: "The first problem lies with the one with obsession. You have already understood the trigger mechanism for weaving fate. Not everyone has obsession, and the holder of obsession must be a 'player'—we need to find someone with obsession, and preferably not someone who opposes us."

Zuo Chang asked, "So what if we oppose you? Can't we just clean house first after we get in?"

"When the player with the obsession dies, the woven destiny ends immediately; moreover, having an ally is definitely better than having an enemy, so I say it's best not to."

Zuo Chang nodded.

The Celestial God raised his right index finger again: "The second question is not something every person with a strong obsession can answer. The obsession of the previous White Scale was Arc Light, and Arc Light is the Lord of Heavenly King City, so the scope of the instance was Heavenly King City. If it were someone else, the scope of the instance might only be a mansion or a street. All I know right now is that the Earth God's remains are beneath our feet, so the target's obsession should ideally be large enough to encompass the entire Fog Edge City for safety."

Upon hearing this, Zuo Chang nodded again.