After Having Everything Taken Away, She Returns As A God Chapter 237 – Exploding the Internet as NINE! (3)

Chapter 237: Exploding the Internet as NINE! (3)

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Feng San realized he was overthinking.

Miss Si seemed oblivious to everything, as calm as ever, falling asleep in seconds.

Feng San approached Yu Xiheng, “Brother Nine, we can’t fall behind. Heaven Earth Alliance has started poaching talents! Who knows what other incredible figures might come along next?”

“We need to find a way to persuade Miss Si to stay with us.”

Yu Xiheng, resting his head on his hand, opened his eyes slowly upon hearing this, his voice calm and authoritative, “We won’t.”

Feng San understood.

Although Brother Nine didn’t specify how to persuade Si Fuqing, he trusted him. If Brother Nine said they wouldn’t lose her, then they had a way to keep her.

He believed in Brother Nine!

Three hours later, the plane landed.

Si Fuqing was still asleep.

But her senses were sharp.

As a hand gently touched her head, she immediately reacted.

Her eyes still closed, her hand moved instinctively, grabbing the wrist of the hand.

Feeling a cold touch, Si Fuqing’s eyes snapped open, “Who is it!”

Yu Xiheng paused before speaking, his voice gentle yet firm, “It’s me, we’ve arrived, time to get off the plane.”

Si Fuqing rubbed her eyes and sat up, “I’m a bit tired. I even dreamt of killing someone. Sorry, boss.”

In her dream, she had relentlessly pursued a certain sneak-attacker down to level one.

It was quite a pleasant dream.

Feng San and Shang Lu began unloading the coke.

With over a hundred boxes of coke, when would they finish them?

Si Fuqing stretched her shoulders, “Boss, I won’t come over tonight. I’ll check your leg tomorrow. I estimate you’ll recover by next month!”

Yu Xiheng turned, looking at her with a slight smile, “Alright, rest well.” Si Fuqing tucked Little Bai into her bag and rode off on a shared bike.

Tonight, she had to prepare for the dungeon first kill, giving the sneak-attacker a temporary reprieve.

Behind her, Shang Lu placed the last box of coke down, whispering, “Do you think you’re quite inadequate? Look at Mr. Yu’s attitude towards you compared to Miss Si. Aren’t you both bodyguards??”

Feng San:

He knew his place well enough; no need to remind him.

With six hours until the dungeon’s official start at seven in the night, “Oracle” had already hit the hot searches in every country.

Not just on domestic forums, but international social media platforms were also buzzing.

“Oracle” was a global phenomenon, and this dungeon was eagerly anticipated by billions of players worldwide.

A blogger captured and translated comments from foreign websites, posting them on Weibo.

Besides speculating on who would achieve the first kill, NINE’s name unsurprisingly appeared.

[I heard the esports fans from the Great Xia Empire have been pretty arrogant lately, saying something about NINE the God returning, claiming the first kill is theirs.]

[NINE? Who’s that? Never heard of him.]

[New players wouldn’t know, but I do. Still, NINE choosing the Eastern faction doesn’t mean he’s from Great Xia. Why else would he use an English name? Maybe he’s just a western wannabe.]

[Okay, even if NINE is from Great Xia, one generation has its gods, and meta always changes. Isn’t it clear who’s the god of Oracle now? Even if NINE shows up, in front of Kill, he’s got nothing but kneeling.]

[I remember NINE retired three years ago, right? Coincidentally, that’s when

Kill first joined OPL. Isn’t that something? A coward!] [Dare you admit that Great Xia’s esports scene has no one?] “Oracle” had three regions: Great Xia, East Ridge, and West Deities Kill, the top player of the West Deities region.

For the past few years, he had secured all dungeon first kills.

In the OPL (Oracle Professional League), any team he played on never lost the championship.

Most importantly, Kill was only 20 this year, he could dominate Oracle’s competitions for at least another four or five years.

NINE, a veteran player since the game’s launch nine years ago, was now in his thirties.

With age, reflexes naturally decline. How could he compete with Kill?

Soon, forums worldwide began comparing NINE and Kill’s skills, generally agreeing NINE was no match.

JI Xingzhi saw this too.

“Big Brother, You’re still in the mood for coke?” JI Xingzhi called, “Someone’s challenging us! Insulting all of us! Even calling you a coward!”

Si Fuqing took a sip of coke, “How are they challenging me?”

JI Xingzhi, his face flushed with anger, couldn’t hold back his irritation. “Aren’t we supposed to be going for the dungeon tonight? Those foreign esports trolls are at it again,

JI Xingzhi’s indignation was palpable. If not for the strict rules of the JI family that forbade harming ordinary people or using arrays impulsively, he would have long made those people taste the bitterness of nightmares that rob one of peaceful sleep.

“Oh?” Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow inquisitively. “Since when did esports become all about typing? Does making more noise while typing mean you’re better?”

“You know as well as I do,” JI Xingzhi replied, a tone of resignation in his voice. “Ever since you quit, the number of Oracle gamers has increased, but the skill level has definitely dropped due to its popularity. Nowadays, people play games for leisure; apart from professional gamers, who practices daily?” “That’s why, in your absence, I just log into Oracle to harvest crops and then spend my time in holographic games to train. But you said your gaming pod is broken and you can’t take me along. Alas, my life is so sad.”

Si Fuqing screwed the cap back on her coke, she asked, “Isn’t there that Jiu God?”

“He’s busy,” Ji Xingzhi thought for a moment. “His online time is particularly limited. He barely has time to play dungeons, let alone participate in any international esports competitions.”

“I guess this Jiu God must be some rich second-generation who looks down on such petty prize money.”

Si Fuqing’s face remained expressionless.

Her fists clenched tighter.

Good, she had one more reason to take down this sneak-attacker.

She, a worker, harbored resentment towards the rich.

“Okay,” Si Fuqing opened her computer. “Let me check it out.”

The forums and Weibo were in an uproar.

[Fu*k, are these people crazy? The dungeon hasn’t even started yet. Even if NINE the God isn’t as good as Kill, you don’t have to change NINE the God’s nationality, do you?]

[But… it makes sense. NINE the God has never shown his face. He might not really be from the Great Xia. And Kill is too strong. NINE the God is coming back after more than three years. How can he compare?]

[Why so proud? Let’s compete in the international sports meet if you’re so capable!]

Si Fuqing leaned back in her chair, quickly scrolling through all the new posts of the day.

She looked at the phrase “Dare you admit that the Great Xia has no one in esports that can compete,” her fox-like eyes narrowing, typing leisurely on the keyboard.

On various international gaming forums, including the international sections, a new post appeared.

It was highlighted and pinned to the top.

Curious players clicked to see.

What greeted them was an aerial view of a vast landscape.

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A thousand years ago, this place had boundless mountains and rivers. A thousand years later, it boasted bustling streets and dazzling lights.

This is the Great Xia.

Beneath the image were just two simple words.

[I’m here.]

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