Chapter 827: Monkey!?

And at this time, in the Canglan City shop.

"A monkey!?" A group of elves, who had run into Dungeon & Fighter only to find no scenery, and had subsequently bought two or three gift packs—feeling that they could not protect this land of Arad without money—were currently listening to Boss Fang casually leak a few tidbits about the new TV series.

They were surrounded by a large circle of Saint-level powerhouses like Guls.

Previously they heard it was a stone, and now it has turned into a monkey!?

The problem is...

What is there to look at in a monkey...?

"Let's go, let's go!" Guls waved his claws and went back to playing World of Warcraft.

Currently raiding an old dungeon, Blackwing Lair, he muttered to himself in a muffled voice, "The dragons in this dungeon are quite powerful... though they are a bit outdated now, I heard it has an old man called Deathwing or something... who is even more powerful. This dragon feels it could discuss with him what a true disaster is."

"Oh dear... monkeys are no good to look at!" A group of elves also complained, "We don't want to watch that kind of thing!"

As a group of art-loving elves, they were clearly superficial about looks to some extent; if the protagonist were better-looking... even if the content wasn't appealing, they could at least manage to watch it.

But... a monkey!?

Saying this, they also went to play Dungeon & Fighter. After all, for scenery-hunters like them, if they didn't care too much about equipment, both Warcraft and Dungeon were playable: "There's an elf class in this game too!"

"We can look at the scenery in this game as well! What are you playing?"

"I'm playing this Rogue, which is said to be a new class that just came out this version."

"I'm playing this Elven Knight, which also seems to be a new class."

"I'm playing this Paladin... Eh? Why can yours turn into an elf, but mine can't?"

"Let's go, let's go, let's wander outside and see where looks better." Although they couldn't protect the land of Arad without money, dressing up beautifully to go out and look at the scenery was still perfectly fine.

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With the expansion of Boss Fang's shop, the players playing games and watching shows in the shop, due to their own cultivation systems, clustered into games and TV series that could be roughly divided into two large divisions and various small subdivisions.

The two large divisions were naturally partitioned according to the Eastern and Western systems within these games.

For the Eastern Continent and the Immortal Inherited Continent, TV series like Pixiu Shenzhou, and games like Legend of Sword and Fairy, or even Dungeon & Fighter and The Legend,

Were more suited to them.

Therefore, there were a few more players and viewers on this side, though of course, when they were at their peak of popularity, it was not unheard of for a large influx of players and viewers to pour in from the Western Continent.

And similarly, titles like Dark Souls, Assassin's Creed, and so forth, as well as the old game Diablo II which had recently begun to explode in popularity in the Western Continent, remained enduringly popular in the Canglan City shop.

Even when the new version of World of Warcraft was updated and all the shops remained continuously booming, one could still see quite a few players in the several shops of the Immortal Inherited Continent still exploring the world of Legend of Sword and Fairy, or even playing Dungeon and The Legend.

And similarly, when Pixiu Shenzhou updated to the appearance of Raon Tian Di, shocking the entire audience within the shop, in the Canglan City shop, there were still many people quietly playing Warcraft, or challenging those terrifying monsters in Dark Souls.

Of course, some were limited by their own natural talents; for instance... some with excellent talent could gain insights after watching Pixiu Shenzhou from Raon Tian Di's casual displays of super ultimate techniques that far surpassed mortals, the God series of moves, but some people... emmmm, it was better to let them try something else.

Some were skilled with heavy weapons, some were skilled in magic, some were skilled in controlling swords, and some were skilled in researching magical artifacts and machinery...

Even at this moment, several Saint-level powerhouses, along with many Western Continent players, were painstakingly studying the equipment combinations in Diablo II, seeking ways to defeat the final three Prime Evils; searching for the countless hidden secrets of the entire world within Dark Souls; hard at work raiding Illidan in World of Warcraft—a powerful demon from an ancient time over ten thousand years ago—while also continuously flipping through their stories in Warcraft III.

We all have our own cherished, excellent games and epic, moving stories; within these stories, we each hold different beliefs, so why should we go out of our way to understand games and TV series with systems and ways of using power completely different from our own?

Not to mention the people of the Western Continent who, after the full release of various games and movies, had a succession of titles like Warcraft, Dark Souls, StarCraft, Diablo, Final Fantasy, Resident Evil, and so on, which they could never finish catching up with.

Immortal cultivation and martial arts merely gave them a vague concept, yet very few people would ever go deep to study them.

Ordinary people were all like this, let alone... other existences of higher echelons.

...

"How minuscule... and wretched a creature..." Standing atop the endless sacred mountain, a fortress as magnificent as a palace bore a shroud of crisp, white snow along its walls.

Her eyes were like gold, and a silver divine crown hung above her head, as if supported by a current of divine power.

Her face, which seemed carved from white jade and ice, possessed a naturally emanating nobility.

Beside her stood a man clad in five-colored divine armor, radiant and dazzling as the sun.

"Radiance... tsk tsk." The woman said faintly, "I heard... the mortal kingdom under your jurisdiction has run into trouble again?"

"And the Divine Court of the Heavens actually assigned full responsibility for this matter to the Sea of Ten Thousand Immortals." The woman sneered, "God of Radiance, it seems that in their eyes, you are nothing special after all."

No emotion could be seen on his face, and he even looked somewhat amused: "You underestimate me too much."

"Oh—?" The woman assumed an expression of listening quietly for the next sentence.

"In my eyes, they are like a pack of monkeys." This man clad in five-colored divine armor possessed a countenance of peerless handsome elegance that far surpassed mortals, and an even more matchless air of majesty, "To deal with a pack of monkeys living in the most primitive wilderness, playing with the lowest, most wretched tricks, why should we lift a finger?"

His expression was cold, showing no emotion on his face, and not even the slightest hint of anger at the woman's previous insolent words; it seemed from the very beginning, he had no intention of being angry that the person chosen to deal with a pack of monkeys—ridiculous in his eyes—was not himself.

"Monkeys?"

"Just that kind of..." The woman thought for a moment, and there really seemed to be records of such mortal realm creatures in her memory, "Those beasts in whose world, if you throw them a banana, they can perform a few amusing tricks every now and then?"

With a soft "pfft," the woman beside him could not help but burst into laughter, "Hehehehe..."

"It truly is a fitting description, and it is said they even share some ancestral relation, hehe..."

Indeed, to such high and mighty existences, humanity was merely a pack of monkeys kept inside a cage, and after all, how great a wave could a monkey possibly stir up?

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