Sacred Souls: Genesis-Chapter 160 - 159: Burned!! (4th Release! 3000 Monthly Tickets Extra Release!)

Chapter 160: Chapter 159: Burned!! (4th Release! 3000 Monthly Tickets Extra Release!)

Mo Shigui was grateful that the Dancing Nuclear Guild wasn’t a rigid club.

Unlike the upper echelons of the reigning dynasty, which were a group of capitalists who didn’t play the games themselves but invested in it, the management at Zhao Mingwei’s friend’s place was fundamentally a group of businessmen driven by profit.

The Dancing Nuclear, on the other hand, was a bit like a cola fanatic—a wealthy second-generation gamer who, because of the promising prospects of esports, invested and built the club. The decisive power of the cola fanatics rested entirely in the hands of their president, Bubbles, while the Dancing Nuclear’s decisions were mostly made by that wealthy second-generation individual, although the board still had some say.

After Mo Shigui reported to the club’s management that “Our guild’s stronghold has been destroyed by NPCs, what do you think we should do, boss?” his boss decided, “Losing a national war to NPCs is indeed embarrassing, you guys go up and have a look first. If you can fight back tonight, give it a try. Nothing much should come out of one night.”

Their boss was quite rational, so Mo Shigui led the elite of the Dancing Nuclear Guild back online without any pressure. As for the real boss of the club… he hadn’t been able to draw the qualification to test the “Holy Spirit.”

For months, he couldn’t draw it, and what drove him most mad was that he could only watch his players enjoy the Holy Spirit every day while he could only look online for Fureya from someone else’s house to lick.

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And the first thing Mo Shigui did after going online was to see his Fureya.

He arrived at the ancient tree that was half burnt to charcoal and burst through its door.

The space inside the ancient tree, nurtured by the Stone Seed, was twice as large as the initial stronghold, a full sixteen square meters in size—sufficient for a decent living room.

The interior of the ancient tree’s room was not as bad as Mo Shigui had imagined. Fureya was quietly sitting at the dining table eating Dragon’s Roar Babao Porridge as if the events outside had nothing to do with her.

“You’re back,” said his Fureya, standing up to welcome Mo Shigui as she usually did.

Mo Shigui didn’t reply to Fureya; he glanced around the interior of the room.

Initially, Mo Shigui planned to leave Fureya in the hollow of the initial stronghold. Yet, on the second day of establishing the Stone Seed stronghold, he received a notification saying, “Your Fureya has arrived at your stronghold.”

He was a little surprised to see this notification, but quickly accepted the fact that Fureya had moved on her own. After all, living in that tiny eight-square-meter room in the initial stronghold was enough to make anyone claustrophobic.

Mo Shigui was wrong, and his mistake was being overly confident. He assumed the NPCs in the game wouldn’t take the initiative to attack player strongholds.

He didn’t even know how he had come to such a conclusion when the lord-level monsters nearby all tended to attack strongholds, yet they had cleared out those lords.

Mo Shigui believed that after eliminating the monsters nearby, the stronghold should have been safe.

But pondering all this was useless.

He looked around the stronghold’s interior, unlike the initial stronghold, there was a small window through which one could see outside. The glass in the window had shattered during the attack.

From outside, players could only see into their own rooms through that small window.

“Did you get hurt?” Mo Shigui asked as he focused his gaze on his Fureya.

There were no other signs of destruction in the room, not even the shattered glass from the windows.

“Kind Holy Spirit, do not worry, I’m fine,” Fureya said as she folded her hands in front of her chest, a common gesture of hers.

Mo Shigui didn’t continue to press the matter; he just glanced at Fureya’s status. The life value displayed for Fureya had dropped from a full 1000 points to 850 points.

A mere loss of 150 points in life was insignificant, not a serious injury even for a novice player.

But the status overview below was… It almost took Mo Shigui’s breath away.

‘Status: Left arm · small area of scalding’

Scalding!

“Stretch out your left hand,” Mo Shigui commanded.

The apparently startled Fureya hesitantly extended her left hand, rolling up her sleeve as she did so.

On the fair skin of Fureya’s arm was a twisted red mark, showing signs of slight peeling.

Scalding was one of the most severe types of injury for a girl, one that could leave horrible scars if not treated properly.

Wasn’t Fureya supposed to be a puppet? Why did her skin show the texture of human flesh when scalded?

Mo Shigui was no longer in the mood to deliberate over the nuances, so he took out a healing potion from his bag and pushed it toward Fureya.

“Here, use this to heal the wound on your arm,” Mo Shigui said.

Fureya caught the healing potion that Mo Shigui pushed over. She really wanted to ask, why don’t you hand it to me? But she didn’t voice a question, silently opening the potion’s stopper and pouring the pure gold liquid over her arm.

After pouring it, her HP indeed recovered, but only by ten points, and the burn on her left arm had not fully healed.

‘Status: Left arm·small burn area (treated, 23% recovered)’

Seeing the 23% recovery, Mo Shigui remembered some minor details Starry Skies insisted on mentioning. Fureya’s recovery ability was not nearly as good as that of a spirit. It was even inferior to that of an average human. Their HP potions were designed for spirits, meaning that wounds like these would require a dedicated healer or other life-based professions to fully mend.

As Starry Skies had said, a bottle of HP potion had only restored five points of Fureya’s health, and now her health value was 99 out of 100.

This was already very close to full, but Mo Shigui had a bit of an obsession with perfection.

“I’ll go find you a doctor later.”

Mo Shigui didn’t even know if there were any healer professions in the guild, as in the game where healers were highly sought after, a dedicated doctor profession seemed a bit too redundant. Playing as a herbalist would be a more direct choice.

And so, Mo Shigui, reborn, left Fureya’s tree hollow. Outside, the members of the guild were still discussing their next move and lamenting the sad plight of their guild leader.

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“Ah, does the Spirit official really not allow the sale of accounts? Boss Silver has spent so much money buying accounts,” said Black Pot Cooked Meat, speaking for the first time since coming online.

“Every time I see Boss Silver on his phone watching videos of other people’s Fureyas, I feel sorry for him,” Tonight Your Mother Will Die said, sounding distressed.

“Be careful, or Boss Silver might hear you and deduct your wages,” said another active professional player, Yuluo.

“Guild leader, Guild Leader Ying, eh… cough…” Fluffy Rabbit, seeing the guild’s big shots had logged in, rushed over in a hurry, her instincts telling her to act cute, but she realized this wasn’t the time for that, “The enemy emerged from the Magma Pool, and we’ve used ice magic to turn the Magma Pool into obsidian to seal it. Little Feather is rebuilding.”

“Hmm.”

Mo Shigui was now very calm. The status of the stronghold was being reported to him by Fluffy Rabbit through messages, and he was responding with instructions on what to do next.

The reconstruction of the stronghold was already underway; it was just a pity that Xia Shan’s automatic mining device modules were all destroyed.

“Guild leader, what do we do?” the members asked Mo Shigui upon seeing him.

They wanted to go after the Magic Thieves as well, but they didn’t have the time… The large-scale Spirit instances, like the Battle of Divinity, couldn’t be completed in less than two or three days, and the Magic Thieves’ nest was likely deep within Biland Island.

If they went directly after them… The lord-level monsters along the way would keep Dancing Nuclear Guild’s members busy clearing them for months.

“If you guys want the coordinates of the Magic Thieves’ instance, I might have them,” Can Xin said, appearing out of nowhere.

Mo Shigui, hearing this, didn’t respond to Can Xin but simply opened his guild’s roster. Gazing at the list of players, with less than half online, he fell into contemplation.

At that moment, Zhao Mingwei approached him.

“We’re no strangers to gaming all night, Old Song, and haven’t we speedrun instances before?” Zhao Mingwei said.

“That’s true.” Mo Shigui finally made up his mind and turned to Fluffy Rabbit and shouted.

“Fluffy Rabbit, call and wake up White Snake! Cooked Meat, go get Rain Song online! No one’s sleeping tonight,” Mo Shigui commanded the other guild members, “Tell them that in half an hour, everyone in the strategy group must be assembled.”

“Hey, hey, hey! I’m not sure if that’s really the Magic Thieves’ instance, and it’s quite far! A large troop won’t be able to finish it in a day!” Can Xin said.

Mo Shigui still didn’t pay any attention to Can Xin. He summoned his mount, a heavily armored warhorse. When Mo Shigui mounted the warhorse… the warhorse let out a neigh.

One by one, the white lights representing players logging in began to appear in the Dancing Nuclear Guild’s stronghold.

Mo Shigui watched as the guild’s member status gradually changed from the gray of offline to the green of online. He sent out a message in the guild chat.

‘Tonight, we’re going to burn down the Magic Thieves’ lair!’