Chapter 97: My Life-or-Death Confrontation with Yese Liming

The leader of this patrol team was a woman named Mu Zi.

She frowned at Shao Ting, had him tested for ghost talismans, then gave a glance to her team members.

One of them tied up Shao Ting and began interrogating him closely.

Soon, Mu Zi and her team members' expressions turned strange.

"One person?"

"Carrying a torch?"

"With a straight blade?"

"Killed seven refugees with a single slash?"

Mu Zi fell silent for a moment, then spoke.

"... Take me to see him."

Though they had already suspected who it was, what if it wasn't him? What if it was a ghost?

Out of a sense of duty, Mu Zi had Shao Ting lead the way.

Not long after, Mu Zi's team spotted a man holding a torch, ordering the figures on the wall to jump down—several of them tumbled headfirst into the dirt, clearly just ordinary refugees.

Then the man holding the torch made them line up and call out their names one by one.

Beside him lay seven corpses: six had massive wounds in their chests, wounds so grotesque they looked as if they had sliced the victims clean in half from chest to back; the seventh had lost its head entirely.

"That's him! That's him!"

As soon as Shao Ting saw Fang Yue, he shouted excitedly.

"Patrol Team elders, that man is the weirdo I told you about! Don't waste words with him—he's insane, killed seven people, utterly wicked, and by village law deserves immediate execution!"

Insane?

Killed seven people?

Utterly wicked?

Immediate execution?

Mu Zi and the others looked at Shao Ting with strange eyes, as if he were already a dead man.

The team moved toward Fang Yue with Shao Ting in tow; Shao Ting shuddered, seeming afraid: "I—I don't need to go with you, do I?"

But Mu Zi paid no heed to his opinion; she led the group to Fang Yue's side and signaled with a hand gesture—her team froze in place.

Fang Yue and the others had already noticed the patrol team, and waited as they approached.

Fang Yue told the players not to move, then walked over.

He glanced at Shao Ting, trembling and pale, and asked: "This guy and you..."

"Shut up! You insignificant villain, how dare you speak to Patrol Team elders? Kneel and beg for forgiveness at once!"

Shao Ting seemed to sense something wrong, felt the tension in the air, and before Fang Yue could finish, he shouted loudly to interrupt.

Fang Yue's face instantly took on a blank, confused expression.

Fang Yue looked at Mu Zi; Mu Zi said coldly: "Deputy Captain, should I cut out his tongue?"

"Yes! Cut out the villain's tongue..."

Shao Ting was still speaking when suddenly he felt something was off.

He snapped back to awareness, his heart jolted—he stared at Mu Zi: "Y-you... what did you just call him?"

Deputy Captain? The Guard Team's Deputy Captain?

No way?! This guy—this guy's rank is that high?!

Shao Ting had investigated—he knew the Guard Team wore specific uniforms and always operated in groups of six.

This guy dressed plainly, acted alone—how could he possibly be a Deputy Captain?

Shao Ting was dazed, but no one paid him any attention.

Everyone waited for Fang Yue's order.

"Kill the man. Dump the bodies."

"Yes!"

Mu Zi wasted no time—she raised her spear and drove it straight through Shao Ting's forehead.

"Wait—"

Shao Ting's face twisted in horror; the moment he spoke, his skull was pierced clean through—he died instantly.

I... I'm a Lucky Pack user, I have exceptional talent, I I I... how the hell did I die like this?!

Staring into the dark space, Shao Ting was completely stunned.

After a long while, he logged out of the game.

Furious, he immediately logged onto his university's gaming forum.

He posted a long, venting thread—and finally felt somewhat relieved.

Still, he believed Fang Yue was an NPC, never once considering he might be a player; the post quickly gathered many replies.

Because the post was highly subjective, mostly whitewashing himself from Shao Ting's perspective, and all the responders were university classmates.

So everyone replying strongly identified with him and condemned Fang Yue the villain for his cold-blooded cruelty.

But soon, he noticed people calling him on the phone.

He answered lazily at first—but when his online friend "【BrothersUnited】" named the killer's ID, Shao Ting's eyes widened, his mind buzzing.

"W-what?!"

"The one who killed us was a player?! And his ID is 【Yese Liming】?! "

"What the hell?! You don't know who 【Yese Liming】 is? That's my idol!"

"You idiots! I told you to read the forum, read the forum—didn't you even watch the pinned video?! He's the only player ever to solo-kill a ghost!"

"Fuck, forget it— are the other guys still in the game? Tell them to lick their idol! Right now! This isn't just a thigh, this is a golden elephant leg!"

"Whether we can eat well and drink well in the game depends entirely on how well those guys lick their idol! Tell them to treat the idol like a goddess— you can't go wrong!"

Shao Ting ranted furiously, and at the same time, his old resentment completely vanished—he felt delightfully satisfied.

He quickly dialed a phone number.

"Wei Liang, I'm dead, but I got some intel."

"Uh… I just died by accident, wasted the lucky gift package account you were counting on…"

"Yeah yeah, wait 24 hours, then I'll re-enter the game and help you conquer the world!"

"Intel, yeah yeah—I found Blue Sea's top player, Yese Liming, in Gu Yue Cun. I remember you said you're in Mo Cun, and the nearby village is called Gu Yue Cun…"

"Thanks for the intel fee, Wei Liang! I'll work hard! Thank you!"

After hanging up, he checked his phone's message account notification—Shao Ting felt delightfully satisfied.

Then he remembered the forum post—he changed the title and edited the content.

"Real Record! My First Intimate Encounter with My Idol, Yese Liming!"

After finishing the edit, he felt the title was misleading, so he changed it again.

"Fists to the Face! My Life-or-Death Clash with Blue Sea's Top Player, Yese Liming!"

Hey! This title is absolutely explosive!

Finished editing, he posted the thread.

Instantly, his post skyrocketed in views—even went viral, spreading to the official website and other forums.

"I never thought I'd become famous one day! Quick, record a video, recall the details, upload it, and cash in—maybe this month's allowance is covered!"

Whether because of Shao Ting's post or not, the discussion about Yese Liming, which had already slightly cooled, suddenly surged again.

"How strong is Yese Liming really?!"

"555 damage per slash?! What kind of damage is this?!"

"Shocking! Yese Liming is the Deputy Captain of the village! Preliminary assessment: his base stats are over 10 points!"

Posts speculating about Fang Yue's strength exploded again, with popularity rising again and again.

But none of this affected Fang Yue inside the game.

…

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He's a veteran author—like my old works, he can't just switch genres to chase traffic in the light novel section.

Quality guaranteed, everyone should go check it out.

(End of Chapter)