"You shameless, despicable scum," Drunken Dream said coldly, spotting some familiar faces in the crowd. "NoFace, ss Man, are you nning to betray the guild?"


    "Do you have any conscience left? All the gear you''re wearing? I paid for it!" Drunken Dream was furious. Among the crowd of yers getting ready to gang up on him, there were members from his Supreme Guild. This was something he couldn''t ept.


    "Don''t say it like that. If you were in our shoes, you''d do the same," one yer from Supreme Guild said with a mocking tone, tossing a broken blue gear that had been shattered by Ice de onto the ground. "A pile of worthless blue gear? It''s better to toss it away."


    "I''m at least a B-grade mage! You''re not fooling me with your heartwarming tactics. I can get into any guild I want!" another yer added, snickering.


    "You... I really must have been blind to trust you people!" Drunken Dream was beyond enraged. He had thought too highly of them.


    Orson, hearing this, scratched his head and patted Drunken Dream on the shoulder. "Young adventurer, you were always blind. It''s normal you couldn''t see through them."


    Drunken Dream froze for a moment, his mind full of confusion. With his temper, he would have usually exploded, but standing behind Orson, he didn''t even dare think of fighting back.


    Their skill levels and awareness were just on different nes.


    Even though Drunken Dream was a little blind in real life, he could still sense that Orgod—Orson''s real identity—didn''t mean him any harm. After all, the Triple Crown winner could easily kill him in a second.


    Just not long ago, when he had "identally" crossed paths with the Triple Crown champion during a dragon hunt, it wasn''t really his fault. He just hadn''t been… paying attention.


    "Hey, anyone want to grab the loot? I''ll show you how to do it," Orson yawnedzily, speaking up.


    The yers around Orson nced at the Crimson Lizard King nervously. Many of them had been devoured by this beast before, and now they had a psychological barrier about it.@@novelbin@@


    "We outnumber them. Even if that summon is strong, there''s no way it can kill us all!"


    "Yeah! That Ice de was just the NPC messing around with skills. We could''ve taken them if it wasn''t for that!"


    "Let''s go! We can kill them and grab everything!"


    Orson wore a mocking smile as the yers around him yelled and made noise. Everyone was shouting to attack, but no one was actually moving.


    No one was a fool. Though the resurrection point was close, respawning still took time. The first person to die would only increase the chances of the others seeding. Why not let someone else go first and then swoop in to grab the loot?


    "Listen up, yers. I only want the dragon egg. The rest of the loot, you can roll for. But first, send these two back to the fountain."


    Demon Emperor suddenly spoke up, having anticipated the situation perfectly.


    "Not a bad idea," a voice came from the crowd. "Can''t let Drunken Dream get anything easy. He''s loaded. He doesn''t need this stuff."


    "We in the UC Guild support this proposal!" another yer added.


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    "We of the Satan Hall second that!"


    Various guild members immediately voiced their agreement. These guilds weren''t the top-tier ones, but they were still a force to be reckoned with here.


    One dragon-riding knight on low health, plus an NPC with summons? Not so scary.


    "Let''s go. We can''t win." nk, still cold as ever, said, throwing a bucket of cold water on everyone''s morale.


    "Can''t win? We haven''t even fought yet, and you say we can''t win? Are you kidding me?" ughter Spree snapped, looking angry.


    "nk, stop with the defeatist talk. Do you even know what the dragon egg means?" Another voice mocked.


    "The so-called first thief, and you can''t even handle a mage? Demon Emperor, maybe you picked the wrong person," one of the ughter Guild yers said angrily.


    The ughter Guild members were furious. They had followed Demon Emperor from other games, and in their minds, whatever the guild leader wanted, they got.


    One sentence—"can''t win"—was just insulting. Did he really think ughter Guild was a weakling guild?


    nk remained indifferent, mocking, "He''s messing with you all. You guys are just idiots if you keep falling for it."


    "You guys are family, why argue?" Orson sighed, looking around. "If I had more time, I''d really mess with nk here."


    With the yers eyeing him hungrily, Orson didn''t y around anymore. He threw down the act and revealed his true identity.


    With a flick of his wrist, he removed his Imperial robe.


    The holy, radiant power set gleamed brilliantly, and atop his head appeared the bold red name tag: Evil Overflowing.


    Standing there, his presence was overwhelming—his stature wasn''t tall, but his eyes were calm and unwavering. The two words above his head spoke for themselves: Orgod!


    The Triple Crown Champion!


    The Godyer Guild Leader!


    The man who could make all the mages fight for second ce in Infinite Dimensions'' Mage God title!


    He was also the one who had forced Usher into a corner and turned on him!


    "Orson!" Demon Emperor''s face went pale, his shock clear. Though he had suspected, seeing the man in person was another level of surprise.


    "Crap, I''m a clown!" Crazy Handsome cursed. "Who the hell called red? Come forward and confess! I''ll spare you in the name of the Mage God!"


    Orson smiledzily, picking up an A-grade magic book from the ground, Celestial Fire, and started learning the spell right in front of over a thousand yers.


    "Nice, this is exactly what I''ve been waiting for," Orson nodded, sweeping up the loot.


    Three A-grade skill books, a 35-level legendary war hammer, eight B-grade skill books, fourteen 30-level hero gear pieces, over seven hundred coins, and countless items and equipment dropped by yers.


    Orson nodded in satisfaction. Whenpared to a boss, NPCs really did drop more.


    It seemed like the more, the better in the future.


    "A man who stands tall doesn''t need to boast. The fear on others'' faces speaks volumes for him," Drunken Dream murmured, finally understanding the true weight of the Triple Crown''s influence.


    "Damn it, I''m done for!" Old Yin, another mage from the guild, spat out a mouthful of blood in disbelief.


    Absolute Kid: "I knew it! That''s why Madman ran. The boss is the guild leader!"


    After all this, the betrayal hit hard. They had been outyed by their own guild leader, who had been disguised as an NPC. The brutal truth hit them all like a ton of bricks.


    "Do you think you can really do this to me?" nk hissed, her eyes full of rage.


    Demon Emperor regained someposure, his voice cold: "Stop her. If you mess with him now, it''s suicide."


    ughter Spree tried to stop nk, but thetter cut him down with two swift, critical blows.


    "Die, die, die…" nk muttered to herself, her eyes filled with madness as she charged at Orson.


    Orson smiled, waving his hand. "Still too inexperienced. Keep trying, little assassin."


    The battle drums sounded, sparks flying as they shed.


    "By the way, what exactly did you do to the youngdy?" Crimson Lizard King roared, lifting Drunken Dream in his hand, who was now wide-eyed and full of gossip.


    Orson opened a portal with his Magic Eye and disappeared from the battlefield, leaving nothing but chaos behind him.