Chapter 1, Expert, Expert, Appears to be an Expert

YY novels are captivating because they allow readers to immerse themselves in a world of subconscious fantasy, experiencing the favor of the heavens, becoming invincible, and enjoying endless climaxes. This sensation is akin to self-indulgence. While personal daydreaming can elevate one’s spirit, observing others in reality who seem to effortlessly attract wealth and success can only lead to frustration. Why do those fortunate events seem to happen to you, a fool, while I remain untouched? This phenomenon resembles self-indulgence; personal fantasies may provide a euphoric escape, but witnessing others' good fortune in reality only stirs up discontent. It is no wonder that many harbor envy towards this tempestuous allure, and one could say that nearly all players are indignant about this luck that disrupts the balance of the game.

In the past couple of days, Boss Bin has been out on business and hasn't been online. We have completed the tasks that needed to be done, so our group decided to venture out to earn some extra money. Coincidentally, this pretty boy asked a mutual acquaintance to hire me as a thug to teach his rival a lesson. As seasoned killers who have helped Boss Bin eliminate countless players and monsters, we naturally accepted the job. Although thirty white gold coins may not seem like much in light of our expertise, it is still a considerable sum. At the current black market rate, it could be exchanged for approximately thirty thousand RMB, which would be enough for everyone to enjoy a good time.

The thief applied poison to the weapons, using the most expensive type of venom from the two-legged wyvern. "Get ready to use all the crossbows later," I instructed the two team members who had already advanced to assassins. "You two should hide first; do not stab anyone else in other places. Just aim for the necks."

Such a scoundrel truly deserves it; it is entirely necessary to utilize the power of the Renminbi to teach him a lesson. Although the poet, with his delicate appearance, seems to be in poor health, I still commend his manliness for being willing to spend thirty thousand dollars to deal with such a scoundrel, especially when it is spent on us to uphold justice and simultaneously enhance our reputation and generate economic returns.

Understood. The five mages behind responded in unison with various accents.

The thief, with a look of grievance, replied: "I did not see a person; what I saw was a mass of light"

"Did you not say he was coming? How far away were you when you saw him? Is he really coming this way?" I couldn't help but turn to ask the world if there were thieves, and the last question was directed at the pretty boy.

Absolutely reliable intelligence. That guy has just completed a task for the lord of the underwater city to retrieve a seal, and now he is hurrying back to return it. He has always avoided the main roads and carriages, so he must be taking the shortest route. The young man answered with certainty, indicating that this desire to avenge the wrong of taking his wife was not a momentary impulse, but rather a premeditated plan.

Although the primary motivation is money, there are certainly other reasons that allow us, this group of brothers, to set aside our pride and unite to attack a single individual. The person who can command a price of thirty thousand dollars for someone to be killed is certainly not a trivial matter. In fact, the one who has taken the woman from the pretty boy is none other than the top player in the game, currently at the highest level, with the best equipment, and enjoying great popularity. It is said that he has never been defeated, the number one player in the Southwest region, known as Thunderstorm.

The two assassins nodded, then turned and vanished into the shadows of the forest. This forest, far from the town, was originally the habitat of the Shadow Wolves, dark and eerie, making it an ideal place for ambushes and killings. The Shadow Wolves are not easy to deal with and yield little experience points, so not many players come here to wander, allowing us to kill with peace of mind.

"It's here, and it's even riding a horse. Be careful." Two thieves with high perception in the team also warned in the team channel and the - map - book. I quickly turned my head to look, and my not-so-low perception gradually detected the colorful light shining from the distant woods, along with the sound of hooves. Before long, this so-called living legend from YY appeared before us.

I stood motionless, my expression cold as I gazed into the distance, exuding an aura of an unparalleled master and the demeanor of a mafia assassin, elevated to another level. The elven bard looked on with admiration and respect. It was unclear whether this person had chosen this face or if he was inherently like this, scanned into such a form; combined with the handsome features of an elf, he was entirely a pretty boy, indistinguishable between male and female.

When I saw him, he was probably about 13 or 14 miles away

In the past month of his notoriety, he has already had varying degrees of encounters with three female players, two of whom are married. The victims have been shouting in the game forums, creating a chaotic atmosphere in our southwestern region. If it weren't for this guy's careful precautions that kept him from revealing any clues, it would probably be our turn to take him down in the game.

Here they come. Thieves are leaping down from the treetops, their faces filled with panic. They even forget to strike their usual pose of a single knee down in a split when they land, which clearly shows their extreme nervousness

I quickly waved my hand to the team members behind me and whispered, "Everyone, take your positions. Assassins and mages, stay concealed. Does everyone remember the tactics? This guy's magical defense is definitely high enough, so we won't use direct attack spells. Instead, unleash all the debilitating curses like Weakness, Slow, and Disintegration without hesitation."

It is not self-praise; he is indeed a professional expert. We, as a group, are all professional fighters earning salaries from Boss Bin, and when it comes to * maps * and books, it is indeed like a game.

In particular, it is said that this charismatic figure possesses not only the attribute of sheer luck typical of protagonists in YY novels, but also two more significant and distasteful characteristics of YY protagonists—first, an extreme arrogance that leads them to believe that they are exceptional while regarding others as inferior.

I glared at him, initially wanting to scold him for shaking the morale of the team as the vice-captain. However, with others present, I merely adopted the demeanor of a seasoned expert and calmly said: "The most important aspect of team combat is cooperation. It is like a precision machine; to achieve the greatest effect, every component must fulfill its role, and can only fulfill its role. If a screw tries to stand out and show off, it will only cause the entire machine to collapse."

As a true professional player, one naturally wishes to personally teach a lesson to this incredibly arrogant individual who is merely lucky beyond measure. This is also the reason we have lowered our status and set up an ambush here. No matter how high the level or how good the equipment, they are just a player. By forming a strategy and employing tactics used against major monsters and bosses, even the so-called elite players can be dealt with.

As for the reason this guy is so impressive, professionals have concluded it in three words: sheer luck. This is the kind of attribute essential for the protagonist in a web novel. This individual operates independently and does not belong to any guild or organization. In the few high-difficulty tasks he completed, he always appeared at the most opportune moment and in the most appropriate manner, seemingly striking the BOSS's critical point or fulfilling the task's key requirements by sheer coincidence. The fact that he could achieve the highest level in the peaceful southwestern region demonstrates just how extraordinary this luck is and how remarkable his abilities are.

"I know, I know, I know, you've said that three or four times already." Unexpectedly, you replied with impatience. This fellow is a dwarf warrior, having advanced to a dwarf defender, with his axe specialization just reaching the system's one hundred thirty-sixth axe master level. He wields a ground-level ice great axe, boasting the strongest attack and defense among us. He confidently claims that he could easily chop down an ogre as if it were nothing, seemingly quite dissatisfied with the meat shield role I assigned to him

"I curse your ancestors, can you see that far, thirteen or fourteen miles away? Since there are still over ten miles, why are you so anxious?" I couldn't help but lose my temper and struck the head of the thief in the world, completely losing my composure. My strength of 18 caused a red -4 to appear above the thief's head. This guy actually spoke nonsense and reported false information. Although he is a key-trained professional scout in the regiment, with a decent level, high perception, and about to be promoted to master-level observation skills, along with the auxiliary magic provided by the mage, he is indeed a human telescope. However, it is already getting dark, and even if he were a real telescope, he definitely couldn't see that far. This guy actually spoke nonsense and reported false information. Although he is a key-trained professional scout in the regiment, with a decent level, high perception, and about to be promoted to master-level observation skills, along with the auxiliary magic provided by the mage, he is indeed a human telescope. However, it is already getting dark, and even if he were a real telescope, he definitely couldn't see that far.

Thunderstorm's charm is a character that has suddenly emerged in the past month, now at level 49, with the profession of an advanced spell swordsman. Previously, this individual was relatively unknown, but suddenly gained fame by completing a region storyline quest known for its extreme difficulty all on their own, thus becoming the first player in the entire game to advance. It is said that by chance, they also managed to slay a crippled green dragon. Therefore, not only is this character at an exceptionally high level, but their equipment is also among the best of the best, with reportedly half of it being top-tier items within the top 100 of the equipment rankings. Previously, this individual was relatively unknown, but suddenly gained fame by completing a region storyline quest known for its extreme difficulty all on their own, thus becoming the first player in the entire game to advance. It is said that by chance, they also managed to slay a crippled green dragon. Therefore, not only is this character at an exceptionally high level, but their equipment is also among the best of the best, with reportedly half of it being top-tier items within the top 100 of the equipment rankings

I never expected it was you who rolled your eyes; I know this kid must be wanting to spit in disdain deep down.

The admiration on this pretty boy's face makes it difficult for me to express what I want to say. I originally intended to point out that since you clearly know we are experts, you should offer a higher price. As one of the three major mercenary groups in the Southwest region, known for being cold, powerful, and efficient, it seems a bit lacking to have a group of top-tier experts ranked within the top thousand in the Southwest helping you ambush a romantic rival for just thirty white gold coins. It's ridiculous to hear that this pretty boy is actually the young master of a large company. Damn, with such a stingy young master, the company is bound to collapse. If it weren't for the fact that I only had this one day of free time to seek extra income, and this was the only job provided by a player that could be completed in half a day, I wouldn't bother bringing this group of professional experts to help this spoiled rich kid flirt.

Indeed, it is the renowned Eagle Brigade. It seems I truly did not make the wrong choice in seeking your assistance. The elven bard beside me nodded repeatedly, clearly impressed by the words that only a master could articulate

"If you only see a ball of light, can you be sure it is a person? If you see the sun, do you think Chairman Mao has come to play games?" I waved my hand, about to give him another hit, but he covered his head and pointed into the distance: "Isn't that him coming?"

I said to the nearby melee team members: "The frontal combat depends on the five of us. However, we are not the main force; we are only responsible for being the meat shield and entangling the enemy, so we do not seek to achieve merit, but rather to avoid mistakes. Do you understand?"

Thinking about it, soon I will be able to slay the top-ranked strong opponent under my blade. Even as a true master who has long been accustomed to the ups and downs of life, I cannot help but feel a bit excited... However... our formation has been set up for quite some time, yet not a single ghostly shadow has appeared. The cool breeze from the forest blows in waves, and we, this group of masters, have been nervously prepared here for over ten minutes. The auxiliary magic on the warriors has been dispelled and re-cast repeatedly, and the mana of the two priests and myself is nearly depleted. Our formation has been set up for quite some time, yet not a single ghostly shadow has appeared. The cool breeze from the forest blows in waves, and we, this group of masters, have been nervously prepared here for over ten minutes. The auxiliary magic on the warriors has been dispelled and re-cast repeatedly, and the mana of the two priests and myself is nearly depleted.