Coastal City, north of the Academician’s Residence, Sichuan restaurant.
Zhang Yue, Wu Haotian, and Ning Tiantian sat around a table.
The dishes had already been ordered, but Zhang Yue hadn’t yet instructed the kitchen to start cooking.
Wu Haotian tapped his bowl with his chopsticks impatiently, “Why haven’t you told them to cook yet? I’m starving…”
“Wait,” Zhang Yue said, “we’re waiting for someone.”
Hearing this, Ning Tiantian’s eyes lit up, “Is the fourth member of our guild coming?”
Wu Haotian gripped his chopsticks, “Who is it, acting so high and mighty?”
“Well, they might just be that important,” Zhang Yue glanced at the clock on the wall, “They should be here soon.”
Just as he finished speaking, a young man in a black trench coat, wearing glasses, and carrying a black shoulder bag walked into the restaurant. He scanned the crowded room with his eyes.
Finally, he walked over to where Zhang Yue and the others were sitting and took a seat opposite Zhang Yue.
Seeing this scholarly-looking man in the trench coat, Wu Haotian’s mouth dropped open.
“No way! Isn’t that the Guild Leader of the God of War Guild? What are you doing here??”
The man in the trench coat lightly pushed up his glasses with his index finger, looking at Zhang Yue with a steady voice, “The fourth member of the Temple of Destiny reporting in. Hello, Guild Leader. I’m Lin Tian, Otherworld ID: God of War Retribution, Level 34 Rare Grade Thunder Mage.”
Zhang Yue smiled slightly, “On behalf of the Temple of Destiny, welcome to the team!”
Wu Haotian was stunned, “Goodness, you poached the Guild Leader of the God of War Guild???”
Zhang Yue glanced at the bewildered Wu Haotian and said, “Weren’t you once the Vice President of the Infinity Guild?”
Wu Haotian: “I have no words…”
“I’ve heard about your situation,” Zhang Yue said, signaling the waiter to start serving the dishes. He then turned to Lin Tian, “Why did you choose to face the pressure of being expelled from your guild rather than throw a match?”
Lin Tian stared at the bowls and chopsticks on the table, silent for a moment, then said, “I don’t like deceit.”
It was clear Lin Tian was hiding something, but Zhang Yue didn’t press further. Instead, he said, “In the Temple of Destiny, you won’t need to resort to deceit. Whether it’s the Professionals Tournament or daily combat missions, give it your all.”
“As for your salary, it might not be as high as when you were a Guild Leader at God of War. We’ll start at 50,000 a month, with potential increases based on performance.”
“No problem,” Lin Tian replied without hesitation, “I’ll update my tournament registration information tomorrow and move the guild to the Temple of Destiny.”
Wu Haotian sighed, “It’s a pity the previous points can’t be transferred. We wasted 90 Glory Points.”
“No matter,” Zhang Yue said, “The city-level qualifiers are insignificant. The provincial, national, and world championships are what really matter.”
“Enough talk,” Zhang Yue cut to the chase, “Let’s eat!”
“Let’s eat, let’s eat!” Ning Tiantian eagerly grabbed a spoon in one hand and chopsticks in the other, and started eating.
At this moment, Wu Haotian grabbed a few bottles of alcohol and handed one to Ning Tiantian, “Tiantian, want a drink?”
Seeing the alcohol, Ning Tiantian recalled the foolish things she did the last time she got drunk. Her face turned red, and she shook her head vigorously.
Wu Haotian was puzzled, “Weren’t you fine last time? Why not drink now?”
“It’s not that… I just don’t want to drink,” Ning Tiantian was already mortified.
Lin Tian took off his glasses and said, “I’ll drink with you.”
“Alright! Let’s not go home until we’re drunk!”
After dinner, Zhang Yue contacted the agent from last time and signed the lease for the apartment directly below his own at the Academician’s Residence.
Since Wu Haotian joined the guild, Zhang Yue had asked the agent to keep an eye out for a place nearby. After all, he couldn’t let him stay in a hotel forever.
Coincidentally, the apartment downstairs had just become available!
So, after signing the lease, Zhang Yue had Wu Haotian and Lin Tian move in!
Zhang Yue’s plan was: once the guild grew larger, he would rent a large apartment as a dormitory for the members. If funds allowed, he would buy an office building to establish a proper guild headquarters!
In the end, what Zhang Yue lacked most now was money.
Su Jinyan owed 3 million, and the tens of thousands Zhang Yue currently had were not enough for anything.
Zhang Yue tallied up the materials, equipment, and skill books he had obtained from killing monsters and completing tasks in recent days, which totaled just over 50,000 in value.
Too little!
“The only way to make quick money is through the Professionals Tournament,” Zhang Yue muttered.
Logging into the Professionals Tournament website on his phone, Zhang Yue claimed the reward for this competition based on his registration information: 100,000.
“The top prize for the provincial championships is 1 million, the national challenge is 3 million, and the world finals is 10 million.”
“If I win all the top prizes, I can not only pay off Su Jinyan’s 3 million debt but also have enough left to build the guild.”
With this in mind, Zhang Yue set his sights on the Professionals Tournament!
However, there were still three days until the provincial championships, so there was no rush.
Zhang Yue took a shower and went to bed.
Meanwhile, as the top 100 list continued to be published throughout the day, netizens in Coastal City discussed the rankings on the city’s Professionals Forum:
“The first place isn’t from our Coastal City’s Supreme or Mist Rain Pavilion?”
“Oh, it’s Zero! Never mind then.”
“Who is this Zero anyway? He even created a guild… and that Infinite Supreme is in his Temple of Destiny?”
“Three members of their Temple of Destiny are in the top 100. Impressive!”
In a rented apartment in Coastal City, a short-haired girl in a black hoodie sat barefoot on a computer chair, a lollipop in her mouth, and a ginger cat in her arms. She stared at the top 100 list on the computer screen and muttered, “Temple of Destiny… a new guild this year? Not bad!”
“Oh no~ I don’t have their Guild Leader’s contact info… but that won’t stop this genius girl!”
With that, the girl placed the ginger cat on her lap, and with a lollipop in her mouth, her slender, fair hands flew across the keyboard. In no time, a Feixin number appeared on the computer screen.
The girl smiled, “Got it!”
“Add as a friend!”
Meanwhile, at the Academician’s Residence.
Just as Zhang Yue was about to sleep, he received a friend request.
“Genius Girl and Cat wants to add you as a friend!”
Seeing such an unconventional ID, Zhang Yue couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
He then accepted the friend request.
“Hello~ Zero, I’m Yi!”
“Hehe, just kidding! My real name is Ouyang Ling’er.”
“Let’s get to the point! Does your guild need people? How about a Level 30 Assassin?”
“Do you want me or not?”
“No,” Zhang Yue replied decisively, and after replying, he deleted the contact and went back to sleep.
Since the creation of the Temple of Destiny, he had received countless membership requests from rookies who thought they were amazing.
50,000 to hire a Level 30 Assassin?
Are you out of your mind?
The average level of new Professionals was already 32!
Meanwhile, in the rented apartment, the short-haired girl saw Zhang Yue’s rejection message and was furious, “Damn it! He rejected me and even blocked me!”
“Too much! Just wait, you’ll regret this!”
With that, the girl angrily tossed the ginger cat into the nearby trash can.
The next morning at eight, after breakfast, Zhang Yue and the other three gathered at the Dawn Sanctuary, a Safe Zone in the Dark Dungeon of The Fifth World.
An Elite Grade Holy Light Priest, two Rare Grade Flame Knights, and a Thunder Mage.
The strength of these three guild members was undeniable.
However, to better handle the increasingly difficult provincial and national competitions, it was necessary to further enhance their combat power.
“We’ve already cleared the Secret Realms in The Fifth World,” Wu Haotian said, “Next, we can only do tasks to develop.”
“No, there’s a place more valuable than the Hidden Secret Realms.”
Picking up where Zhang Yue left off, Lin Tian pushed up his glasses with his index finger and said thoughtfully, “You mean… the Gate of Hell?”
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