Chapter 162: Seito: "Crap! Even I think this is twisted!"
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Seito covered his face, unable to look.
He didn't say another word, simply activating his teleportation to leave the scene. The Harbingers followed closely behind him.
God's Domain: The Entrance to the 21st Floor.
As the Western players teleported into this new territory and beheld the scenery of the 21st floor, many were moved to tears. They had finally made it!
The average level of the Eastern Server players was already 60, while they had only just arrived. It hadn't been an easy journey.
Swish, swish, swish!
At that moment, another large group teleported in. These were the members of Laughing Coffin, one of the three major Western guilds.
"Finally," the Guild Master of Laughing Coffin muttered.
It truly hadn't been easy. It took them three full weeks to clear the first twenty floors. The spatial Boss from the earlier levels had been an absolute nightmare—otherwise, they would have arrived much sooner. But now that they were here, the Guild Master's mood soared.
Just then, a figure approached. It was Skull, the player who had been reset to Level 1 by Kirukiru Amou during a previous encounter.
"Guild Master, you've arrived," Skull said, bowing respectfully.
Seeing him, the Guild Master's face immediately darkened. It wasn't because of the previous mission failure, but because the "Level 50" tag floating above Skull's head was far too glaring. Even though Laughing Coffin had suffered in the Eastern Server, the benefits of the high-level environment were undeniable—even a lackey like Skull had managed to reach Level 50.
"Mm," the Guild Master grunted, nodding with strained dignity.
But then!
"Heh heh heh heh...!"
"Look at these little cuties! You finally showed up! Heh heh heh...!"
"Heh! Since you're here, don't even think about leaving! Heh heh heh!"
The Western players froze. One after another, figures wearing wild, predatory grins appeared from the surroundings. They were dressed in matching black suits. Some were literally licking their weapons.
None of them looked like "good guys." Their distorted laughter and arrogant expressions were genuinely terrifying. A cold chill ran down the spines of the Westerners.
"G-Guild Master... it's the... the Fatui..." Skull's voice trembled.
"I know!" Cybot, the Guild Master of Laughing Coffin, gulped as he checked his status panel.
Crap! Combat state active!
There was no escaping today. He forced himself to stay calm and took a deep breath. His level was already lagging behind the Eastern Server players—if he died again and reset to Level 1, it would be the end of his career.
Tramp, tramp, tramp.
Footsteps echoed from the front. Two masked Harbingers led the way, with eight more following behind in a slow, deliberate march. These were the Ten Harbingers of the Fatui.
They wore white mink coats adorned with intricate, luxurious patterns. They exuded an aura of nobility and grace, but with every step, the sheer pressure of their "Big Boss" energy forced the Western players to take a step back.
When the Harbingers finally stopped, Cybot swallowed hard.
All Level 70?! Is this... is this the true power of the Fatui Harbingers?!
Before the wide-eyed Westerners, the ten Harbingers split into two rows—five on the left, five on the right—clearing a path down the middle.
A figure draped in a white cloak emerged from the rear, walking into the Western players' line of sight. As the white-haired youth reached the front of the Fatui ranks, an imperial pressure washed over the Westerners like a tidal wave.
Several players at the front couldn't help but drop to their knees. Even Cybot felt his legs buckle.
What insane charisma and pressure! Is this Emperor Sei?!
Cybot's legs shook uncontrollably as he tried to maintain some semblance of composure. Seito swept an indifferent gaze over the crowd before his eyes settled on Cybot.
[Player: Cybot]
Level: 40
"So, you are the Guild Master of Laughing Coffin?"
"I... I am..." Cybot took a sharp breath. Seito's presence was suffocating. This guy was the real deal.
Scrambling to find the right words, Cybot spoke slowly: "Emperor Sei... I am willing to offer compensation for my previous orders. Please... forgive me."
He had folded. Forget Seito and the Harbingers—with his current gear and level, even a regular Fatui member could wipe the floor with him.
Seito didn't speak, but one of the executives couldn't hold back.
"Ha? Compensation?" Iori Kitahara stepped forward with a punchable, smug expression.
"What kind of trash are you planning to give us?"
"Does that garbage of yours even count for anything?" Iori sneered. "If you know what's good for you, all you Western players better hand over every decent item you've got!"
"Exactly, exactly~" Hidenori Tabata stepped up, pushing his glasses up his nose with a mocking glint. "Did you really think being one of the 'Three Great Western Guilds' made you hot stuff? You're just a side dish."
"None of you are getting away today! The other two guilds haven't teleported to the 21st floor yet, but who told Laughing Coffin to be so intellectually challenged?"
The members of Laughing Coffin: "..."
Dammit! I really want to rip those two idiots' mouths off!
Skull looked at Iori and Hidenori, his patience snapping first. "What are you two acting so tough for?! Without Emperor Sei, what would you even be?!"
The moment the words left his mouth, Seito moved. With a flicker of Spatial Displacement, he appeared next to Skull, grabbed him, and flickered back, tossing the man toward Iori and the others.
Seeing Skull land at his feet, Iori's expression twisted into something truly sinister.
"Heh heh heh! Come here, you!"
Iori grabbed Skull by the ankles and began dragging him toward the crowd of players behind them. Realizing he was being hauled into a den of wolves, Skull looked at Cybot and screamed:
"GUILD MASTER, SAVE ME!!!"
Hardly had the plea left his lips before he was swallowed by the crowd.
"Heh heh heh! What are you barking for? Still got that big mouth?"
"Aim for the lower body! Heh heh...!"
"Forget about his dignity, take his pride too!!"
"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!"
A soul-shredding scream echoed across the plains. The male Western players collectively shuddered, and even Seito felt a chill. He looked toward Iori and the others with a look of pure disgust.
"Crap! Even I think this is twisted!"
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