Chapter 292 New Goals, New Journey!
Crimson Blossom Demigod kept his eyes on Alan from a distance, making sure they were out of sight.
But then, both of them froze.
"Server-wide announcement: Congrats to player Ice King for taking down Loff White. Keep grinding, everyone!"
"Ice King!" Crimson Blossom Demigod and Ayla knew the name all too well.
After all, Ice King had been making waves lately, even taking down Stellaria.
Sure, they hadn't given Ice King much thought before.
Taking down Stellaria seemed like somthing big, but to them, it was just a stepping stone, a place for second-rate job changers.
Third or fourth job changers? Rare, sure, but to demigods like them, they were all small fry.
But none of that was the point now.
The real kicker? Ice King didn't even bother hiding his name.
Wasn't that basically shouting to the world, "Hey, I'm the one running the Hall of Glory"?
"Ice King's way too cocky! He's doing this on purpose, trying to provoke us!" Crimson Blossom Demigod stared at the figure looting the NPC's drops from a distance, her fists tightening involuntarily.
Ayla was pissed too, but she unclenched her fists. "So what if he's provoking with us? If he can take down Loff White in two hits, we're out of our league."
"I don't buy it. Whether it's divine power or that sword formation, there's gotta be a trick. Let's get someone to dig deeper." Crimson Blossom Demigod's expression was dead serious. "He could've hidden his name, but he didn't. My gut says he's bluffing. Like that Empty Fort Strategy from the old scrolls."
Ayla nodded."I'm not buying he's that OP either. His moves have to have some kind of catch."
When Loff White showed up, Alan already had it figured out—someone sent him to test the waters.
And who? Well, it wasn't exactly a mystery.
It had to be someone who knew about his divine power and wasn't buying it was legit.
But Alan didn't bother hiding his name.
He wanted them to know he wasn't scared of whatever they threw at him.
Because, he's got the muscle to back it up!
In the shadows.
An assassin in stealth mode took out a notebook and recorded:
"The new master of the Hall of Glory is the adventurer Ice King. A single arrow deals over 2.4 million damage, with critical hits approaching 5 million damage."
"Possesses necromancy abilities and a sword formation that can quickly kill a ninth job change Starlight Tier expert. The sword formation's drawback is rapid MP consumption, estimated to last no more than twenty seconds."
After recording this information, the assassin retreated, keeping an even greater distance.
Alan could feel the assassin's gaze.
But he didn't care much, as whenever he made a move, many eyes would be on him.
In Ragnarok, there were plenty of players watching.
One more or one less gaze didn't matter to Alan.
"Master, killing a ninth job change Starlight Tier expert like that's given me a solid power boost. If you could wipe out a few million at this level, I'd be back at my peak in no time." The God of the Undead's voice echoed in his head.
Hearing the first part, Alan was quite pleased.
But after hearing the latter part, he became numb.
A few million?
Are you serious?
Isn't this a joke?
"Just curious—does the Vast Continent even have a few million ninth-job-change pros?"
"Nope," the God of the Undead shot back bluntly. "But the Vast Continent's just the Mountain and Sea Empire's turf. There's a whole world out there, other continents included."
Alan wasn't surprised. Having lived through the great catastrophe, he knew this much.
But for now, those are not things he can get involved with.
"No worries, the Mountain and Sea Empire will dominate every continent eventually."
As the master of the Hall of Glory, if Alan could unify the Vast Continent—or even beyond—it'd be a significant advantage when Ragnarok merged with reality.
But first, he'd have to clean house within the Mountain and Sea Empire.
Take the Cult of the Divine Sheep, for starters.
And from his chat with Lysander, Alan could tell the Empire's problems ran deeper than just that one cult.
'Looks like I really need to get the lowdown on the Mountain and Sea Empire, then figure out how to track down the Aeldias secret realm to kick off the mission to bring the empire back to life,' Alan thought, already mapping out his next moves.
Develop the Hall of Glory, clean out the corrupt elements within the Mountain and Sea Empire, start enhancing the military strength, and use his high-interest capabilities to purchase a large amount of strategic materials.
In Alan's mind, there was a grand blueprint.
In his previous life, the Jinse Empire struggled greatly during the great catastrophe, largely because they didn't have their own game territory.
Not that they had none at all.
They did have some territories.
But the larger territories were only city-state scale, not even comparable to Stellaria, and for a large country like the Jinse Empire, it was insignificant.
Given this second chance, Alan wasn't about to let it go to waste.
If the apocalypse hit, and the entire Vast Continent—or even the whole ninth job change zone—was under his control, weathering the early chaos would be a cakewalk.
But snapping back to reality, pulling that off wouldn't be a walk in the park.
Stepping forward, Alan entered the study, where the lights were blazing and Emperor Glenn Cole was buried in paperwork.
Gotta hand it to him—this guy was one hardworking emperor.
Most rulers would've been three drinks deep or slurping down some "energy-boosting" soup by now.
Seeing Alan walk in, Glenn immediately dropped to his knees.
Alan waved him off, "Cut the formalities."
"Does the master have any orders?"
Alan chuckled, "Relax, no need to be so stiff."
He trusted this emperor—after all, Glenn was also part of the Hall of Glory.
When the master of the Hall appointed an emperor, they usually picked from within their ranks.
Ever since Alan saved Darius, the loyalty of the early Hall members was rock-solid.
Of course, that didn't apply to the newer recruits—their loyalty was still up in the air.
That's why Alan had Leif vetting people's character.
Talent without integrity? Worthless to Alan. At least, that's how he saw it.
"Give me the rundown on the power players in the Mountain and Sea Empire."
"Got it," Glenn said with a respectful nod. "In the Mountain and Sea Empire, the government's split into the Civilian Branch and the Military Branch, led by Casey West and Alvin Jordan, respectively. They help me manage state affairs. On top of that, we've got the Heavenly Martial Hall and the Mountain and Sea Commerce Alliance. The Heavenly Martial Hall is where our top-tier fighters are—minimum sixth job change to get in. The Commerce Alliance is our major source of funds."
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