To ascend, I had no choice but to create games-Chapter 546 - 318 You Surrendered Too Quickly (Part 2)_1
Chapter 546 -318 You Surrendered Too Quickly (Part 2)_1
Facing the praise from these players, Xiemen Waidao, with his thumb pointing at himself, said proudly, “Am I not impressive, your Brother Xiemen?”
“Brother Xiemen is mighty!”
“Brother Xiemen is domineering!”
“Brother Xiemen is a big baddie who’s always got tricks up his sleeve!”
Listenting to the others’ flattery, Xiemen Waidao was quite pleased.
He had now discovered a new way to play the game: accepting quests from NPCs and then transferring these tasks to other players.
All he had to do was collect a middleman fee, being nothing more than a broker who earned a margin, while the bulk of the earnings went to the players and the rebels here.
Sir Cheng was very happy in this process because the items they collected finally came into use, allowing them to get the aid they desperately needed from the players.
Xiemen Waidao was also very content because he could finally make money while lying down, just by referring jobs to people every day.
The other players were also happy, after all, farming was good, but without a way to showcase their abilities, they would still get bored.
For the rebels, what they learned could finally be put into action here. They could farm, chop wood, build tunnels, and treat illnesses, fully applying what they learned in Immortal Village.
However, according to the Conservation of Happiness Principle, when one person is very happy, there must be someone else who is not so happy.
All the smiles of the Monarch of Fire Leaving Nation had moved to the faces of the players and the rebels, leaving only unhappiness for himself.
Without the help of the Cultivators, domestic problems became increasingly severe. Refugees across the land had started to show uncontrollable signs and began moving towards the Royal City.
These refugees were extremely dangerous; any disturbance would cause them to rise up like locusts and bring plundering and unrest with them.
In the past, it was the Cultivators’ responsibility to pacify the emotions of these disaster victims and then work on the fields for a few years until the disaster subsided.
But now, the Cultivators had severed their connection with this place, and no matter how much he summoned, there was no response from the other side.
If these were still minor issues, the situation with the rebels was even worse.
Previous uprisings were just a mob; what they needed was a reduction of part of the tax burden.
As long as Cultivators were sent out with a few leaders to be brought back for trial, the rebels would collapse on their own.
The rest would naturally disperse, but the royal court would also give a little benefit, symbolically reducing the tax burden a bit so they could at least get by.
It was a game between officials and the people, mutually understood and played by these rules for a long time, but unfortunately, these rules were still broken.
When he found out that the Cultivators had flown to the rebels, the Monarch of Fire Leaving Nation still naively thought the Cultivators finally remembered their mission and started to help him quell the rebellion.
He also began to reflect on himself, realizing that he hadn’t been very nice to the Cultivators before, so he decided to make a change.
After all, the Cultivators had stepped up to help him work, so he didn’t need to put on airs. When they returned, he would reward them with a silk banner.
However, he waited and waited, and could never wait for the other side to bring back the rebel leaders. Instead, he heard the bad news that they had started working for the rebels.
After hearing the news brought back by his spy, the Monarch was stunned.
Looking at the kneeling spy in front of him, he asked incredulously, “Are you sure? Are they really working for the rebels, and not just pretending to work while actually plotting to kidnap someone?”
The spy glanced at the ashen-faced Monarch and his heart skipped a beat.
Muttering to himself that this was not good, he still dutifully said, “Yes, they’re raising cattle for the rebels. That cow… is especially formidable.”
“How formidable?”
“… It talks, uses farming implements, plays erhu to serenade the female cattle with love songs, just its eyesight isn’t too good.”
“…I can understand the first three, but how did you tell its eyesight was bad?”
“It sang to me all night.”
The guard behind the Monarch peeked at the spy and felt that the cow’s eyesight wasn’t too bad.
As for the Monarch, he looked at the spy, feeling a bit flabbergasted.
In the past, no few Immortals had come here, but none were so unconventional.
They were all good people with quite considerable strength, but they were fixed in their ways; otherwise, they wouldn’t have been used by the Fire Leaving Nation’s royal family for so long.
But the new batch of Cultivators seemed to be more unscrupulous, which could be seen from that person named Xiemen Waidao who took over his royal palace right from the start.
After thinking for a while, the Monarch approached the spy and asked, “What else did you see? Tell me everything.”
Realizing that the Monarch was not angry, the spy breathed a sigh of relief and continued, “I saw hundreds of Cultivators there, each one of them mighty in their own right, and they were particularly excited about everything they saw.”
“Their actions were strange; some would repeatedly jump and crouch every few steps, as if they couldn’t walk without doing that.”
“Some were particularly keen on chatting. Every dog that passed by would be engaged for a chat. However, they had a bad habit of jumping in the middle of their conversations.”
“And some Cultivators especially like small animals; when I disguised myself as a rebel within their camp, I would often see them feeding animals and giving them precious elixirs to eat, hoping for their transformation,” the spy said.
“They also liked to investigate various places; there wasn’t a corner in the camp they hadn’t checked.”
“Moreover, they seem to have a particular fondness for dead ends. As soon as they find one, they sigh ‘This place is finally thoroughly investigated,’ and then they go on in search of more dead ends.”
Interrupting the spy, the Monarch asked, “How’s the food there?”
“Delicious!” the spy blurted out, “The food there is plentiful; spells can make crops mature quickly, there’s no shortage of daily fruits, a rich variety of vegetables, and an ample supply of meat. A cook named Wu Wei makes a huge array of delicious dishes every day, and everyone in the army praises them non-stop. My favorite is the big meat bun after daily training, with thin skin, rich filling, and eighteen pleats, stuffed full of meat. After that, a bowl of noodle soup—simply delightful. Many towns didn’t even need to be attacked; as mealtime approached daily, people would desert, and after a few days of siege, the local authorities would run out to surrender. After all, if they didn’t, their people would make them.”
Thinking about this, the spy swallowed and continued, “Besides, their supplies have become exceptionally plentiful, and new Magic Artifacts for agriculture have been developed and are now in use. Because of the free distribution of farming tools and meals, with a standard of four dishes and a soup and a big meat bun for every meal, wherever the rebels went, the people would respond, and the military would capitulate. So far, nine cities have surrendered, and two more are watching and waiting.”
The Monarch’s complexion grew worse and worse until he finally collapsed unsteadily into his chair.
Turning to the spy, he asked sternly, “Tell me, did those Cultivators join the rebellion?”
“No, at least not verbally. But they weren’t exactly rebelling; they were… doing business.”
“Doing business…”
Remembering the offer that Xiemen Waidao had given him, the Monarch finally understood.
Clutching his mouth, he couldn’t help but burst into hysterical laughter.
Doing business…
Just by doing business, they had nurtured the rebels into a formidable force, a righteous army that even his own troops were unwilling to engage, preferring to surrender instead.
He had thought it was just an ordinary rebellion, but he hadn’t realized the situation had deteriorated so badly.
Looking back at the offer from Xiemen Waidao, the contents were, in hindsight, quite a deal.
If only he had accepted it back then.
Looking at the guards behind him, he widened his eyes and asked, “Tell me the truth, how far are the rebels from here?”
“…I don’t know,” the guard answered.
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“You are my guard, how can you not know!” the Monarch exclaimed.
“Almost none of the spies sent out have returned. This one is the only one.”
The Monarch was about to ask more when he heard the clamor of war cries from outside.
The deafening shouts of “Sacrifice the fake king” turned the Monarch even paler.
Though the Fire Leaving Nation was not large, he had not expected the rebels to arrive at his doorstep so quickly.
With the help of his protectors, he reached the city wall only to find that the gates had been breached without a fight, as numerous court officials opened the gates to welcome the enemy, fawning over them as if currying favor with a new master.
The Royal City of Fire Leaving Nation had fallen just like that.
Looking into the distance, he saw the city surrounded by the rebel encampment, with tents of all sizes sealing off all escape routes and solemn-faced Soldiers standing at the ready, eyes bright and watching intently.
Seeing all this, the Monarch realized that times had changed.
Only at this moment did he understand the grave error of his ways.
The past was the past, now was now, Cultivators wielded inconceivable power, and even without taking the field themselves, they possessed the might to sway the course of battle.
In an instant, the Monarch felt as if he had aged ten years, and he sat down in the dirt, defeated, saying, “Enough, enough, let’s surrender.”
The players were the least pleased to hear about the Monarch’s surrender.
They had expected this side quest to last a long time, with many strategizing over the sandbox, just to enjoy their moment as strategists in a Three Kingdoms scenario.
But you surrendered?
It was as ridiculous as meditating in seclusion for three thousand years, gearing up for a final battle with the archenemy Boss, only for them to commit suicide before the fight even started.
Although they could understand the Monarch’s sentiment—after all, with dragons breathing down your neck, what else could you do but surrender?—the annoyance lingered, and the players left with scowls on their faces.
Xiemen Waidao was also a bit disgruntled, but Sir Cheng, the rebel leader, set many agreements with him and booked many large construction projects.
Through these projects, players could still come over to work, continue helping with the construction, and then build a new world where humans and Cultivators coexisted.
Having achieved this step, Xiemen Waidao felt satisfied.
Then, it was time for Taoist Chankong to come and inspect.
