Muscular Rabbits Legion: “No one can escape from the novice village!”
Chapter 805 - 775: Pain Is Relative

Chapter 805: Chapter 775: Pain Is Relative

Big Beard saw the Crocodile Demon hesitating to act, so he dimmed his glowing equipment and calmly became the projectionist.

However, no one knew that he had secretly reported the situation to the player’s guild system: "Done, the opposition is green-eyed with envy now.

It is estimated that soon a large number of demons will come to investigate, the next baton is in your hands."

With the message sent back, Yi Zheng had completely secluded himself.

What he planned to do was obviously not artifact refining, but counterfeiting!

A large number of junk equipment was sent into the Seclusion Room, and under Yi Zheng’s Bulk Counterfeiting Technique, a substantial amount of legendary, epic, and even divine grade equipment was produced.

Then he threw this equipment to Zi Gong and Zi Lu, and instead of using the Sumeru Ring, they had the Skeleton King drive his huge Skeleton Carriage to haul the mountain-like piles of equipment down the mountain and throw them into a small canyon below.

Zi Gong complained while looking at the equipment covering half the canyon: "I’m exhausted, every day nothing but hauling these junk up and down the mountain. What’s the boss trying to do after all?"

Zi Lu said: "The boss wants to show off."

"Does he have to show off this big? Using this junk to fill the entire canyon floor...

Even though it’s just a small canyon, this is too crazy," Zi Gong said.

Zi Lu rolled his eyes at him: "The boss didn’t complain about counterfeiting, why are you complaining? Just work honestly.

The boss definitely has a scheme; we can’t understand his wisdom."

"True..." Zi Gong shrugged and went back with Zi Lu.

The probability of divine artifact from the Counterfeiting Skill is not high, but it cannot withstand Yi Zheng’s massive number of subordinates providing various equipment to smash through.

Finally, two days later, Yi Zheng equipped all the eleventh-tier bosses of Ru’s Divine Country with divine artifacts and subdivine artifacts.

The ordinary bosses at least carried a few subdivine artifacts, and the rest were all divine-grade equipment.

The rabbits of Giant Kun Mountain were even more extravagant, almost everyone with a subdivine artifact, fully clad in divine-grade equipment, the Hall Masters of the seventy-two halls, including Zi Gong and Zi Lu, each had a divine artifact plus full subdivine artifacts!

These show-off rabbits, wild boars, and whatever paraded around all day long displaying their divine equipment’s radiance...

In the distance, a Crocodile Demon looked at all this, eyes wide, and finally ran off nearly collapsing.

The three days passed quickly, and by the third day, the projection work of each major mountain had concluded.

The projection team left the Shadow Print Stone with twenty-six Divine Beasts and returned to Ru’s Divine Country.

The twenty-six money-addicted Divine Beasts were so engrossed in their bounty that they naturally saw them off with joy, repeatedly reminding them that the final match footage should be delivered promptly. Unaware, while they were making money, their mountain saw a slight stirring of alarm among the hearts...

"Is it true?" asked the Turtle Demon.

The Crocodile Demon spiraled into despair looking at the sky, pulling out a Shadow Print Stone: "See for yourselves."

Everyone opened it and noticed the white divine glow sparkling on the Holy Mountain, every wild monster was adorned with at least divine-grade level equipment.

Upon seeing the canyon piled high with "junk equipment", their eyes turned green.

"This... full mountain of divine grade!"

"A canyon full of legendary and epic equipment? They just threw it away like that?"

"Everything is true... it’s all true. But why are we so poor?"

The crowd asked, but no one could answer.

After a while, the Turtle Demon muttered: "It would be nice if I were born in that Ru’s Divine Country, then I’d have the best equipment too."

This time, no one refuted or argued but fell into silence.

...

Meanwhile, similar events were happening almost on every major mountain, and the situation was quickly fermenting, a seed of "it would be nice if I were born in Ru’s Divine Country" was quickly sprouting and growing.

"Seclusion!" The Elong God entered the seclusion place.

Behind him, the Turtle Demon whispered: "Great King, you’re going into seclusion even before the final match is broadcast?"

The Elong God said: "I am supposed to break through; it’s just that I lacked spiritual energy. Now the timing, location, and people factors are all met, of course, I must enter seclusion.

Though Spirit Stones are good, if they cannot be converted to strength timely, they are pointless.

Instead, they become a disaster.

For now, the three of you manage things outside, remember to double the ticket price during the finals!"

"Double?! But, would the people of Ru’s Divine Country agree? They’ve always been the operators, and the price has been set by them. Currently, one Top Grade Spirit Stone’s price isn’t low, and front-row seats have been hyped up to a hundred spirit stones. Higher, the folks might not bear it," the Turtle Demon said.

The Elong God sneered: "Can’t afford it, don’t watch. As long as one-tenth of people watch, our revenue remains unchanged; anything more is extra earnings.

This selection is almost over, we must reap a big one in the end.

Whether they agree or not, this is our territory, and we set the price!"

After saying that, the Elong God went straight to seclusion.

The Turtle Demon followed the people of Ru’s Divine Country these days and learned a lot, including many essentials.

Although compared with people of Ru’s Divine Country, he felt he was knowledgeable compared to the Elong God.

The Elong God was obviously killing the goose that laid the golden eggs, which was not conducive to the long-term development of the industry.

Even though the Elong God said he would make money by organizing Holy Daughter & Concubine selection programs in the future, with his current mindset, it definitely wouldn’t last.

The little demons were all paupers; making money differed from the players. They had only two ways to earn money.

One was collecting heavenly resources and minerals to sell.

These two paths yielded very little because great demons would rob, small demons couldn’t afford to buy, and if they did, it would be at a low price.

Life was hard enough, and the Elong God was still squeezing blood from stones, making Turtle Demon somewhat uncomfortable and even dissatisfied.

The same scenario was unfolding on other mountain tops.

Short-sighted Divine Beasts couldn’t realize the importance of these little demons to them; in their eyes, these little demons were disposable, worthless things.

Squeeze them hard, they dare not rebel.

Though they vaguely felt that squeezing too hard would be bad, so they held back slightly.

But this restraint only allowed little demons to survive...

When the ticket prices were announced, the little demons almost lost their minds.

They couldn’t even afford such high ticket prices if they sold everything they owned—who could afford that?

If it were the past, it wouldn’t matter; they’d sigh and continue working.

But now it was different.

Over the past three days, they witnessed the grand scene of Ru’s Divine Country and secretly went to see the prosperity, harmony between players, and wild monsters there, which had sown different seeds in their hearts long ago.

Now their only entertainment, watching the Holy Daughter selection footage, was unaffordable, immediately leading to despair and distress.

As the saying goes, pain isn’t self-borne but comparative.