Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 609 - 607: Meow Meow

Is this yet another Secret Society established by ordinary people who admire Transcendents but are unable to glimpse into the realm of the Transcendent during the shutdown period of the slaughtering game...

The Witch furrowed her brows, speaking slowly. Throughout the history of human civilization, the slaughtering game has been intermittent. During the periods when the game was active, Transcendent culture flourished, leaving behind a multitude of Secret Societies and mysterious heritages. And during the periods when the game was inactive, Secret Societies withered and stagnated, yet a large number of ordinary people still joined. These ordinary people admired Transcendents but, throughout their lives, were unable to touch the Transcendent realm. So, they tirelessly fiddled with items left behind by Transcendents, attempting in bizarre and eerie ways to become Transcendents themselves. The consequence of this was that many Secret Societies increasingly deviated from the norm, becoming corrupted and degenerated. Most Secret Societies eventually perished, while a small number survived by chance due to their connections with the nobility of Medieval Europe at the time. As the old saying goes, a starving camel is still bigger than a horse. The Bell Tower Mage Association, being the orthodox inheritance of Great Britain, has the responsibility to actively clean up these corrupt Secret Societies. But at that time, the Bell Tower itself was deeply mired in decline, barely able to protect itself. It was ruthlessly hunted by Witch Hunters to the point of having no escape to heaven or earth and had no choice but to shrink into London City, too scared to move. When the Bell Tower had somewhat recovered its vitality and began to sweep the Secret Societies, the United States had already been established across the ocean. A large number of Secret Societies fled to the United States, took root, and blossomed. After three hundred years of sedimentation, evolution, and development, they are now deeply rooted, hidden behind the curtain of the United States—no longer a target that the Bell Tower can easily uproot. I'm not American, but from what other disciples have said, the entanglement between the Beacon of Hope and Secret Societies is unimaginably deep—you could never guess to what extent ordinary people would go to obtain Transcendent abilities.

Meow Meow Head typed, "That's right, this performance artist is indeed a member of a Secret Society. According to investigations by ordinary netizens on 4ch, his phone and computer contain numerous cryptic chat logs, along with unclear audio and video filled with screams and maniacal laughter. The Pizza Club under his name is one of the society's meeting places. The final clues of several global missing person cases all point to that club."

The Witch fell silent for a moment, clearly aware of the nature of these emerging Secret Societies. Compared to their actions, some despicably cruel players were good enough to be considered earthly Angels.

The Witch typed, "That disappearance case on Sardinia was also..."

Meow Meow Head typed, "Yes. The two composite sketches of the suspects released by Scotland Yard at the time bear an uncanny resemblance to this performance artist and one of his friends. The well-regarded elderly lawyer was involved in the investigation and litigation of the performance artist, and he met with a bizarre death. The case ended unresolved, and the performance artist and his friend are still active in the United States. It's worth mentioning that this performance artist's friend is a personal assistant to a major American figure."

The Witch raised an eyebrow and typed, "A major figure? How significant can they be?"

Meow Meow Head mentioned a name.

The Witch fell silent, then typed, "Alright... that is indeed significant."

Meow Meow Head typed, "Anyway, this case is incredibly murky and deep, so deep that even you and I would be better off not touching it. Remember what our teacher said? Don't think that by having some Transcendent power, you can disregard human civilization. If you can become a Transcendent, so can others. And with the full support of a powerful organization, their progress will certainly not be slower than yours. If you underestimate those American intelligence agencies, you probably won't even know how you died in the end."

The Witch felt a bit defiant and typed, "Didn't the teacher also say? The ultimate goal of the Syndicate is to reshape all the orders of the human world, eliminating all injustice..."

Meow Meow Head rolled her eyes and typed, "That's just a slogan, you get it? Right now, you're just a little weakling who hasn't even reached Lv20, so stop thinking about transcending the mundane and eliminating injustice. If you really care that much, how about settling the dividend you owe me first??"

The Witch typed, "Ah, what? I can't hear very well; the signal isn't great here."

Meow Meow Head typed angrily, "What do you mean the signal isn't great? We're using the player panel for friend chat, okay?!" It continued, "Seriously, we agreed on a fifty-fifty split! Did you take a kickback from our Everything Store client, stash the big bucks for your own lavish lifestyle, and use a pittance to fob me off?"

The Witch typed, looking around guiltily, "How could I? We're good sisters, good partners. How could I ever cheat you out of money? You're making me so sad by saying that."

Meow Meow Head typed, "Hmph, as if you'd dare."

The grey-and-white kitty tapped a few keys, searched the intelligence database, and typed to the Witch, "The mule you spoke of might indeed be related to that old lawyer. It seems someone manually scrubbed his records a few years ago; a lot of information was erased and altered, so it's untraceable now. Of course, using some special methods, maybe some clues could still be found. Want to keep looking?"

The Witch fell silent for a moment, the image of Attorney Kevin Romas lying in front of the sink seeming to flash before her eyes. "...Never mind," she typed. "Let's not look into it."

Meow Meow Head typed, one eyebrow raised, "Are you sure? That's not like you. If we could find the mule's identity, we might be able to threaten him and get a hefty sum of money. Or is it that you, young miss, feel pity for the lonely and helpless mule and have gone soft?"

The Witch's cheeks flushed slightly. She swung her fist fiercely in the air, as if trying to shut up her distant feline partner with the gesture. "Ahhh, you're so annoying, so annoying, so annoying!" she typed. "I said we're not looking into it anymore! Also, clear out any traceable information left on the old lawyer. You can do that, right? Consider it a favor for me; I'll give you a bigger share next time."

In the cramped Everything Store, the grey-and-white kitty twitched its ears adorably, pursed its lips noncommittally, and tapped a few keys with a fluffy paw.

It typed, "Done. I've deleted the information and used a skill to block other Transcendents from tracing it. Now, no one should be able to find him unless a Transcendent or Demigod far stronger than me personally intervenes and spares no expense in the search."

The Witch nodded and typed, "Good." She hesitated for a moment before adding, "Um... thanks."

Meow Meow Head instinctively wanted to type something mocking but swallowed the words. Instead, it just sent a dry, "It's fine. I'm logging off," and closed the friend chat.

TSK.

Meow Meow Head glanced at the dimly lit Everything Store, blinked, then leaned back, settling into the comfortable cat-bed chair custom-made for felines. Swishing its tail, it muttered to itself, "Tsunderes... they're the absolute worst."