The VR World Network (VRWN) TV channel was abuzz with eager viewers and curious onlookers, all tuned in to the live broadcast. The aerial camera, affixed to a drone-like spirit beast, provided a view of a coordinated band of fearless adventurers from The Ass Guild, gearing up for an epic showdown. Their opponent, an immensely powerful Raid Boss, typically required a team of twenty fighters at an average of level 200 to defeat. And all this was unfolding live, being witnessed by thousands of captivated spectators.
“Why can’t they zoom in closer? I really want to see the looks on those elite players’ faces!” a viewer exclaimed impatiently in live chat. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom
“I bet they’re too scared to get any nearer. They don’t want to risk getting caught in the monster’s rampage. Hahaha!”
“But wait, why are there fourteen people? Isn’t The Ass Guild made up of just thirteen members?”
“Maybe it’s just someone carrying stuff for them? A Porter? haha,”
“But since when do IL players need porters for raids? They have inventories, you idiot.”
“Hold on, that name-Broken. What is that fool doing with The Ass Guild?”
“Could he be a new recruit?”
“How on earth could a nobody like him join The Ass Guild? He’s probably just a random player who stumbled upon their group and decided to tag along.”
“But his armor is so low-level. How could a weak player join such a major battle?”
As the chatter among the spectators continued, the intense clash between The Ass Guild and the Raid Boss, Vine Horror Treant Lv. 200, reached its peak. Amidst the chaos, Melliandra was in serious trouble, struggling against the imposing enemy.
“I expected more from these so-called ‘elite’ players. They seem as foolish as the rest.”
“Hahaha, this is all thanks to Maylock’s brilliant strategies. They’re designed to make them fail spectacularly,” another laughed.
“Much of the blame has to fall on Broken. His stupidity has made it hard for The Ass Guild to keep their cool-they’re on the brink of defeat because of him.”
“They’re all pretty furious at his blunders.”
“Look at him! He’s the only one not contributing anything to the battle, just standing there like an idiot amongst these elite players.”
But then, the unexpected happened. Broken drew his bow and, with a precise shot, saved Melliandra. Not stopping there, he managed to deliver the final blow to the monstrous foe. “Wait, am I seeing this right? Broken used a bow to save Melliandra?”
“Why on earth would an archer be wearing swordsman armor? Something must be wrong with him.”
“I think he’s just a newbie player. There’s no way he could pull off something like that in the presence of the elite members of The Ass Guild.”
“But look at them flock around him! It appears they know him well and are impressed by his remarkable skills and bravery.”
“But it seems like Skywarden is still furious with him, haha.”
“It’s as if he has some hidden history with them. But no matter who he is or what his past holds, one thing is certain-without Broken, this raid party wouldn’t have ended in such a triumphant victory.”
As the battle drew to a close and The Ass Guild stood victorious, the VRWN TV channel wrapped up its live broadcast, fulfilling its contractual agreement with The Ass Guild.
***
In the bustling VRWN TV studio, several individuals were crowded in the control room, eyes glued to the monitors as their broadcast unexpectedly drew a surge of attention and reactions.
“Tsk!” the show manager exclaimed, his face twisted in dissatisfaction. “Something extraordinary happened after that battle-something so powerful it wiped out the members of The Ass Guild in an instant! I wish we could show the footage live, but it’s too risky.” “Why don’t we just pay them more?” someone suggested from the opposite side of the room. “We’re raking in tons of money from this broadcast. Surely, they’d forgive us if we offered a little compensation.”
“Do you really think they need money?” the manager retorted incredulously. “That group is packed with people of exceptional wealth. There’s no way they’d care about our meager attempts at bribery.”
“What on earth could be capable of taking down The Ass Guild that quickly?” one person asked.
“I’m not sure,” the manager replied, shaking his head. “It’s hard to say. It could be an incredibly powerful monster, or maybe The Ass Guild was already weakened and unprepared for the attack.”
“We should discuss this on the public forum,” another suggested. “Perhaps more people can help us figure out what happened.”
“Good idea,” someone else agreed with a nervous chuckle. “Let’s hope we can make sense of all this soon.”
The door to the room flew open, and an employee rushed in, looking visibly anxious. “Sir, there’s a woman named Freya pushing her way in. She insists on seeing you.”
“What? Who is Freya?” the manager asked, clearly taken aback.
Just then, a woman in sharp executive attire-a black suit paired with a short skirt-stepped confidently into the room. Her brown hair was stylishly pinned up, and her face bore a cold, emotionless smile.
“Hi, everyone,” she greeted with a chilly demeanor, crossing her arms as she stood before them.
“Oh, let me see,” the manager continued, trying to muster a cordial smile. “Who is our guest today, Freya?”
The atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically. It was evident that Freya was no ordinary visitor.
Freya’s voice was steady and resolute as she made her demand known.
“I have filed a lawsuit against your company for broadcasting footage of the gamer named Broken without his consent. As compensation, I am demanding a payment of 250,000 USD. This amount is just a small portion of what you’ve earned from the live broadcast, and I believe it to be a fair settlement.”
“What?! Are you joking? We’ve already finalized a deal with The Ass Guild!” the manager exclaimed.
“Yes, and you need to understand that my client, Broken, is not a member of The Ass Guild,” Freya declared firmly.
“But 250,000 USD is simply too extreme; we’ll suffer colossal losses if we’re forced to pay such an amount,” he implored, his voice rising in volume with each word.
“My terms are non-negotiable,” Freya continued slowly. “You must immediately meet my demands, or there will be serious repercussions. You should be aware by now that your decision to violate the broadcasting rules of the Immortal Legacy game is a direct breach of
the law.”
Her lips curled into a sinister smile as she delivered her ultimatum. Without another word, she spun around and exited the room.
The manager’s face twisted into a scowl, and he cursed through gritted teeth. “Damn it! Who is she?! How does she know so much about broadcasting law? Quickly check all the demands she has filed and make sure to pay them promptly.”
“Yes, sir,” an employee responded, bustling with urgency.
“Damn, next time, we better be more careful if we even contemplate airing something about that player, Broken. This massive payout could have been avoided if only we had cooperated with them earlier,” the manager added, his fists clenched in frustration.