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"Something's not right." The Ripper opened the group chat and saw the information that the Bandit King might be a group of players.

"Tsk."

The Ripper clicked his tongue. Unlike his funny and funny performance in front of others, when he was alone, the Ripper's face was always gloomy and full of depression.

However, after Greenland sent out the facial expression of "Gather here", the Ripper's expression immediately turned from gloomy to bright, and the tapping of his fingers became much more cheerful.

"Just use this."

The Ripper hit the send button, and it showed an expression that said "Found a great treasure, asking for reward".

In less than a second, Greenland fired a large number of symbols, which eventually formed a big [Reward!].

"Whoo~"

The Ripper looked up at the sky. There was no smell of disinfectant, no glaring shadowless lights, and his body seemed to be full of energy.

"Let's go."

Chapter 967: Whispering that drives people crazy

The boulder stopped in the forest, a bonfire was lit next to it, and several people sat by the bonfire to rest.

The forger disappeared, saying he needed to rest, but the ogre was still there. The Ripper came back, and he didn't come back alone, he brought more than seventy people with him.

It is said that the Ripper said that he committed suicide several times to ensure that all the bandit strongholds around the gem mining area were wiped out. These seventy-odd people were captured alive in his attacks, and the monster-like bandits were killed by him.

The bandit demon shuddered. He didn't expect that he, who came out to hunt, would become the only survivor.

However, these seventy-odd people did not bring more information. Ordinary humans were at the bottom of the entire Bandit King system and were cheap props that could be consumed at any time.

On the contrary, the Bandit Demon said a lot of useful things, including many details about the Bandit King system.

If one wants to climb up in this harsh pyramid, one has to make greater contributions. Paying tribute once a week can only ensure that one will not be punished.

In order to make a greater contribution, the monsterized bandits will accept commissions from the Adventurer's Guild and complete the hunting of monsters.

Because the monsterized bandits are not blessed, the monsters they kill will leave intact corpses, creating more benefits.

As for how to conceal the monster's identity, all you need to do is wear the [Black Robe of the Hider] specially provided by the [Hermes' Traveling Hat].

But hunting monsters only climbed to the middle level. If you want to climb up, you must not only pay tribute but also provide a variety of useful information, among which the action mode information of small-scale stranger guilds is given priority.

The reason why a medium-sized Stranger Guild's action mode is required is because only the upper echelons have the opportunity to meet the Bandit King and join forces with the Bandit King to attack the Stranger Guild and rob its wealth.

It is hard to imagine how much wealth there is in the Stranger Guild, so the monstrous bandits and robbers are trying their best to get in, and the upper-level bandits and robbers are even more unscrupulous in order to maintain their status and challenge the upper levels.

It is said that some of them even have levels higher than LV99. What is frightening is that even LV99 bandits are still no match for the Bandit King and those in higher positions.

"I think... the bandit king is not only taking advantage of the infighting among these bandits for fun, but he is also raising poisonous insects and cultivating monster-like humans." The Ripper stirred the fire with a branch to make the flames jump more vigorously.

The night was a little cold. Although she had become a second-generation god, Hebi still had the physique of an ordinary person. She lay in the wings of the chicken, resisting the sleepiness and thinking.

"Many foreigner guilds seem to have done something similar, but they all raised monsters."

"Even if you're raising monsters, you wouldn't create such a disgusting structure." Seeing that the fire was empty, the ogre simply took out a thigh and roasted it on the fire.

Perhaps because he felt the topic was a little uncomfortable, he even made a joke.

"I heard that someone raised a cow named Milk Sugar, but the cow didn't have to work at all, and people were the ones plowing the fields instead. Some people said that since the cow was called Milk Sugar, how could it be used to plow the fields?"

The ogre just wanted to tell a joke, but the thigh of meat he put on the fire happened to be a cow's leg, and the joke turned into a hellish joke.

The bandit demon next to him was sweating so much that his pants were almost soaked. He felt that he should at least defend himself.

"This is all the Bandit King's fault. I was forced into this."

"Shut up, or I'll kill you." The Ripper pulled out a branch and pointed it at the bandit demon. The expression on his face didn't look like he was joking.

Although the ogre next to him was smiling, his fake smile made him look even more terrifying.

"The first knife was an accident, it was self-defense, the second and third ones are a different story. And you, it's obvious that you're a repeat offender."

The robber demon immediately stopped talking. He found that the more he spoke, the closer he was to death.

"There are nearly a hundred people in such a small base in the gem mining area... The bandit king must have tens of thousands of bandits under his command." said the ogre.

Tens of thousands of people, the population of a medium-sized city.

This number sounds shocking, but it is not surprising if it is made up of bandits and robbers scattered around the world.

The world is big, with many cities and a large population, so naturally there are many bandits and robbers.

"Tens of thousands of people... A group of people in this mental state gathered together is really troublesome." Blaze glanced at the bandits next to him. Rather than being vicious, these people were more like desperate criminals who were forced into a desperate situation.

Desperadoes are sometimes much more difficult to deal with than monsters.

"Since I've made up my mind to rob the Bandit King, I must take into account that the Bandit King will gather all the bandits as a legion... It's okay if they turn into monsters, but ordinary humans will be in trouble. I don't want to break my rules."

Neither the Ripper nor the Ogre intends to kill ordinary humans, and the same goes for Blaze. Those with power compete with each other, and ordinary humans should be judged by the law.

"By the way," the Ripper looked at the Bandit Demon and asked, "How does the Bandit King punish those who don't pay tribute?"

When the word "punishment" was mentioned, the bandit demon immediately showed fear on his face. His lips trembled and he squeezed out a few words with trembling hands.

"It is a whisper, a knowledge that is unknowable, and all who hear it go mad."

……

In an unknown environment, the gold coins here piled up into mountains, and gold tools and gem carvings were mixed in among them like garbage.

Standing at the foot of this mountain are extremely greedy bandits. Each of them has turned into a monster, with a level exceeding LV75, but no one dares to raise his head to take a look at the wealth in front of them.

Because there was a man lying on his side on the mountain, tossing a golden cup in his hand, with a look of boredom between his brows that frightened the bandits.

If this person gets bored, someone is going to suffer.

Finally, there was a click of liberation, and a man was dragged in crying. This was a member of the organization who had not turned in his confession, owed three installments, and now had lost the chance to make up for it.

The man's eyes lit up, he stood up and slid down the pouring ocean of gold coins, then happily jumped up to the member of the organization who owed him tribute.

"King of Bandits, I followed the rules. I followed the rules. I divided the spoils equally every time, but others hid them every time. It's not my fault!"

Those who owed tribute cried and begged for mercy, and even the bandits whose bodies and minds had turned into monsters turned their heads away at this moment.

That kind of talk will only make this person more motivated.

"Really? Are you a person who follows the rules? You're so good." The man held up the face of the person who owed tribute with great pity and rubbed it as if to praise him.

When the person who owed the tribute thought he was saved, the man smiled.

"But if you follow the rules, why do you want to be a bandit?"

Chapter 968 Chaos and Evil

That was the weekly routine after the Bandit King appeared. After the trust game set by the Bandit King, people who abided by the rules would be sent here every week.

Some of those people cried and complained, some were crazy, but everyone's ending was the same. The bandit king would whisper in their ears, and then they would go crazy.

It doesn't matter what those people did. Those who abide by the rules will be laughed at and asked if they have the guts to make sense in this line of work. Those who simply fail to pay enough tribute will be ridiculed for their incompetence and given an opportunity to commit suicide.

No matter what those who did not pay the full tribute do, the Bandit King will not care and will just start his own game.

Sometimes...it's useless even if you pay all the tributes.

When the bandit king put his mouth close to the ear of the person who owed tribute, everyone around him covered their ears consciously. They didn't want to hear the words that would drive people crazy, nor did they want to hear the screams of the tortured person.

They let go of their ears only after they saw the bandit king lying back on the mountain of gold coins, while the victim was already lying on the ground in a state of mental collapse.

"Oh, another one has gone crazy." The Bandit King held his chin and glanced at the people in front of him jokingly, "He used to bring several people here, but now he only brings one a week."

"The lower classes are...almost all dead."

"There are more capable people. That's a good thing." The Bandit King clapped his hands.

No one knew whether he was really praising her or just...

The bandits lowered their heads, sweating profusely. Finally, the voice calling for their rescue rang out again, and a group of men and women pushed open the door and walked in.

Whenever these strangers appeared, the Bandit King would let them go without any interest.

"You're back too soon. Go away." The bandit king waved his hand in boredom and grabbed a handful of gold coins and threw them to the bandits.

The bandits immediately lowered their heads and scrambled for the gold coins.

These gold coins were not many, but they symbolized that they had survived another week and successfully maintained their status. They could live a comfortable life for the next six days.

After all the bandits had left, the Bandit King threw the golden cup in his hand at the people who had interrupted his game.

"You always pick the time when I'm having a blast to disturb us."

"You always say this. Is it fun to say this to other NPCs?" The leader took the golden cup. He was tall, handsome and sunny, but his words sounded a little sinister.

"Players, I am committed to conveying the truth of the world to everyone. But there are too many naive fools in this world, and only these idiots can understand the reality of the world." The Bandit King spread his hands, facing these noble guests from another world with a lazy and arrogant attitude.

"Or am I not satisfying you, and you are planning to find a new Bandit King?"

"It's not easy to train a bandit king. You are considered the best among them." The tall man threw the golden cup back, hitting the bandit king's head directly, causing blood to flow.

But the bandit king didn't care. Instead, he looked at the bloodstains gradually disappearing from his fingers with great interest.

"Fake pain, fake blood, fake body, fake everything."

"Have you learned how to say 'mystify'? Very good, this is a good progress." The tall man nodded with satisfaction, and then prepared to turn around and leave.

"It is said that."

The bandit king suddenly spoke, his words full of meaning and gloating.

"There's a particularly powerful and evil stranger who wiped out all the dens in the gem mining area."

The tall man frowned, wondering what the bandit king meant by this, but the men and women around him began to whisper, and one of them whispered to the tall man.

"Boss, it's someone from the Somado Guild, right?"

"[Somado]?"

"They are the bad players who got lucky enough to get the Hermes Travel Cap and became stronger. The guild leader is the former professional player Greenland."

The tall man still had a frown on his face, not a reaction to hearing trouble, but simply confusion at these unfamiliar words.

After hearing the name Greenland, the tall man relaxed his brows a little.

"That second place in the World Series, if she becomes interested in our organization, things will become troublesome. She has some skills."

"I heard that they have taken in a lot of believers recently. I think they lack the resources to support them."

"That means they have set their sights on the legendary bandit king who is as wealthy as a country. That's normal." The tall man nodded, his face returning to a deadpan state. He turned to face the men and women behind him.

"There is nothing to be afraid of. Compared to the greenhouse environment where they were raised by the [Hermes's Traveling Cap], we grew up in a more harsh environment. We are stronger."

"Besides, a professional player is not a symbol of strength, let alone a retired professional player. Her current strength is just because she was fed by NPCs. Not to mention that she has recently become a nanny for those useless NPCs and a training player. Her edge is no longer there."

The noisy men and women immediately quieted down, looking at the tall man with somewhat fanatical expressions.

"We have hundreds of members, covering almost all the evil professions, and there are tens of thousands of NPC cannon fodder, while they are less than ten people in total, and thousands of them are powerless burdens."

"They will definitely be the ones who clash with us and fall into hell."

The tall man raised his arms and spoke loudly.

"We are the masters of this world, we can do whatever we want. What else can we do with such freedom if not to vent our inner stress!"

"That's right! Those hypocritical people are pretending to be good people. They obviously want to rob and kill people!"

"They are the ones being played by the game, and we are the ones playing the game!"

"Evil players are 1.5 times stronger than normal players!"

The voices of the men and women were getting louder and louder, and they were buzzing like insects that had found a group. However, they did not notice that the tall man's expression remained calm, as if he was just reading a speech.

The eyes of the men and women were filled with indifference as if they were looking at garbage.

"After all the upheavals, our territory has come to World F. The Kingdom cannot send a large army to wipe it out. Now is the time to start planning. Let us build a truly free world."

"Let's challenge more limits!"

The word "offline" made all the men and women smile maliciously, while the Bandit King, who was watching and listening to all this, leaned against the ocean of gold coins, closed his eyes and hummed a little tune, as if nothing mattered, and as if he had already been numb and desperate.

Chapter 969: Plan against the Bandit King

[Somado] The members of the guild gathered together. Of course, because the style of the guild was very loose, only three or four people plus the president Greenland gathered together. Even if they gathered together, the others were in their chat groups.