Chapter 815: Once Entering Dungeon Fighter Online in This Life, I Shall Never Love Anyone Else

"Whew..." Saint Leyton sighed, likewise seated within the spectator stands.

"Old Wilson." Witnessing the scenes unfolding before his eyes, even having attained the Saint realm and gazed upon the myriad facets of the mortal world, he could not help but feel his heart surge with roiling waves of emotion, and he turned to look at the Sword Saint beside him, "Any regrets?"

"Regrets about what?" Sword Saint Wilson asked, keeping his gaze fixed upon the arena.

"Regrets that for this grand and prosperous age, we have, after all, entered the world far too late." Saint Leyton gazed at the stadium of players whose thundering cheers shook the heavens, sighing with deep emotion, "Looking at these fellows... it truly stirs a touch of envy within me."

"No regrets." Sword Saint Wilson’s gaze seemed to drift back once more to that battlefield of old, a place that had verged on utter collapse.

In the midst of that profound darkness, that single ray of warm, dawning light had illuminated the entire world; imperceptibly, his vision seemed to blur, and in his trance, he appeared to behold that brilliant, magnificent splendor once again.

"Arise... my champion!"

If there truly existed a miracle in this world: "...this single line alone is enough."

"You are right! My friend!" Seated nearby, the Dwarf King raised his flagon and bellowed in a resonant voice, "We ought to write it down; this should be the phrase that has left the deepest impression upon us in World of Warcraft."

Leyton shrugged his shoulders: "A pity, though, that the dogmas of the Paladins and Priests are simply too harsh. I certainly could not endure them, and I imagine I shall never manage to learn the Resurrection spell in this lifetime. At most... I might learn a bit of Healing Magic."

"As for the rest, I can only pin my hopes upon that son of mine."

"Hahaha..." A wave of good-natured laughter immediately rippled through the surrounding crowd.

...

At this moment, a group of elves beneath the stage continued their chirping, animated discussion: "Have you thought of it yet? What exactly are we going to gift the boss?"

"It seems the boss isn't really lacking anything..." Helen spoke up from the side.

"He is! How could he not be!" Xela countered from nearby, "I feel that the games in the boss’s shop... haven't been promoted to enough people yet."

"Right now, the player count at the Canglan City branch cannot compare to the Immortal Relic Continent at all. I think... we should do more publicity for the boss..."

After all... though that past battle had shocked the entire world, those who truly understood the complete process were few and far possible.

"This boss doesn't even know how to publicize himself." Xela muttered crossly.

"How do we publicize...?"

"Let me tell you..." Xela lowered her voice, "With so many of us elves, if each person contributes a single share of effort, it will add up to a tremendous amount."

"Count us in as well!" A group of knights from the Golden Gryffin Knight Order and the magical priest order led by Diins chimed in.

"Don't even think of leaving us behind!" Irina, one of the leaders of the Assassin's Brotherhood nearby, also leaned in closer.

In an instant, a vast multitude of Canglan City players coalesced into a unified front.

"Isn't there a saying that goes... 'As the bright moon rises over the sea, from the far corners of heaven we share this moment together'?" Xela spoke, "When something is good, it ought to be known by everyone, and everyone should come to share and celebrate it."

"Well said! Well said! Good things must be known by all!" Irina's eyes lit up, agreeing wholeheartedly.

Dix spoke up: "Could we each contribute a little bit of power and buy out tonight's time slot on the world's most famous 'Magic Night' magical projection platform to broadcast this for us!"

"My goodness..." The elf Xela cried out in astonishment, "I had only thought of the 'Elven Movement' magical projection platform..."

"Then there is also the World Square projection!" Callanbell suggested from the side.

"Ah—!"

"You... you all..."

Xela almost fainted, her little heart nearly jumping out of her chest from the sheer fright.

If things kept developing down this path, the scale would likely be even more colossal than the previous time when the Judgment Diefatry displayed its martial might.

I merely suggested something within the sphere of elven influence... but you people...

"This way, it will also allow countless people who want to come but cannot to see it as well, killing two birds with one stone!"

"And expand our cloud player base by another ten million!" Dix said with absolute, ringing certainty.

"Good, good, good! This is a splendid idea!" Each and every one of them acted more like shareholders than actual shareholders, more like the boss than the boss himself, worrying themselves mad over the future of the Origin Internet Club.

...

"Will all players please rate the participants of the event in 'My Space'. At the same time, the first stage of the 'Penguin Bean' guessing event is about to close. Please select your preferred contestants to cast your votes and wagers."

"Mph—! I haven't bought mine yet!" Su Tianji had only just finished her boxed meal at this moment, speaking indistinctly with her cheeks puffed out.

"Little Xue'er, who did you bet on to win? Pick one for me!" As a member of the staff involved in planning the event, she naturally could not participate in the contest itself, but she could still take part in the "Penguin Bean" guessing activity.

"I cast a vote of friendship; I bought it for Xiaoyue."

"Eh? Did Xiaoyue participate?" Su Tianji asked in surprise.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaoyue, who was currently an exchange student at the Haotian Sect, was also seated in the spectator stands, scheming to herself: "Today, this princess also participated in the 'Number One Musician' event. I wonder how many snacks I can win... hehehe..."

The Jiuhua City branch.

"Indeed, what did Xiaoyue perform on stage today...?" Dong Qingli also remarked with bewilderment, "How is it that I have absolutely no memory of it..."

"It seems there was something..."

"It seems...?"

"There was...?"

"Can't buy it, can't buy it!" Su Tianji hurriedly looked elsewhere, "It's definitely going to flop."

...

Meanwhile, on the stage at this moment, the scores for the... second stage of the event were gradually emerging.

Nengbi held a jade plaque that resembled a communication jade talisman in her hand: "Currently, the one with the highest popularity..."

She took a glance...

"Signature: Gabriel."

She looked at the jade plaque in her hand and read aloud: "I am a wealthy noble with my own mines, hailing from the Black Dragon Clan of the West Polar Region. My most unforgettable day was when I came to Yuanyang City and secretly followed the boss to rescue that girl named Seria."

"When I first arrived, many people told me that this game was free to play and wouldn't cost a single cent."

"Many years have passed now, and our Black Dragon Clan no longer possesses any mines. The brothers of the other clans have, in some cases, already taken wives and begotten children."

"Yet to this day, no one has ever come to my door to propose marriage."

"But I do not envy them."

"Every time I come to the tavern and hear that girl named Seria say to me, 'You must remember me,' I know that my heart will never again be moved by anyone else."

"Therefore, I gradually came to understand a truth: 'Once one enters the Dungeon in this life, from then on, one loves no other'."

A profound silence fell over the entire stadium.

After a long pause...

"Uh... this..." Nengbi broke into a sweat, "Actually, I have also played a few accounts myself, and one of them is a female Crusader. On a side note, would you all please stop slapping Intelligence stats onto every piece of gear just to sell it to Crusaders... a Crusader's pockets are truly empty now. If this keeps up, we won't even be able to afford a free game."

"Hahaha! You lot just keep brooding over that little bit of coin in a Crusader's pockets!"

"6666"

"‘Once one enters the Dungeon in this life, from then on, one loves no other’! Truly formidable!"

"Hahaha! Another one has gone mad!"

At this moment, Nengbi looked down once more: "Let us take a look at the next one."

"What I remember most vividly happened in 'World of Warcraft'; I never imagined our elder could be such a person."

Above the words was an accompanying image.

It depicted an elf fast asleep upon the ground, with a caption: "Didn't you tell me to let you sleep?"

"Ah! Who on earth posted this picture?!" Elder Xiwei's eyes suddenly widened, and she instantly glared like a stalking tigress at the vast throng of elves behind her.

It was one thing to post the picture, but it had actually made it onto the rankings!

"It wasn't me!"

"Not me!"

"Not me either!"

Everyone denied it outright.

"..." Boss Fang was laughing so hard in the shop that he was nearly cramping, thinking, "Whoever caught that elf is definitely going to get beaten to death."