I Can Get 1,000,000x Returns from Selling Anything!-Chapter 126 --Make Faustus Beg for Cooperation?

Chapter 126: Chapter126-Make Faustus Beg for Cooperation?

"Our Eternal Eagle Guild is not just the Eagle of Earth—we will become the Eagle of Stellar as well!"

"That’s right! The divine eagle is eternal!"

"Once the big shots from the financial consortiums start throwing their weight around, Faustus’s Doom Guild will meet its true doom!"

Yet beneath this boiling wave of passion and shouting, the upper management remained strangely silent.

Throw their weight around? How?

Almost every purchasable industry in the entire empire had already been monopolized by Faustus alone. Even if they had money, there was barely any room for them to squeeze in.

And it was not just commerce. Military power, politics, territory, guilds...

Faustus had already built a legendary-grade empire, one capable of crushing every consortium on Earth through the efforts of a single man alone.

He had achieved near-total monopoly in almost every field within Stellar.

And yet, despite all that, he could still provide tremendous benefits and advantages to every single guild member.

It was no exaggeration to say that even an ordinary Doom Guild member enjoyed待遇 no worse than the top brass of their own high-ranking guilds.

Of course, that referred to in-game resources.

In fact, Doom Guild spared no effort when it came to benefiting its members—it was practically one step away from handing out gold coins directly into their palms.

Blackgold-grade equipment that players outside would have to grind an entire week just to catch a glimpse of could be picked out in the Doom Guild shop like cabbages at a market stall.

Every kind of top-tier resource was available there. If you could think of it, they had it.

With such overwhelming supply, Doom Guild had forcibly created the astonishing spectacle of occupying 99% of the spots on the rankings.

Their own guild master might still be in the top ten for now, but that had come at the cost of the entire guild’s leveling progress grinding to a halt.

The Eternal Eagle Guild’s second-ranked member had not even made it into the top hundred.

The upper echelon had long since grown dissatisfied.

So while the ordinary members were still roaring with passion, covert messages had already begun quietly flowing toward Doom Guild’s recruitment office.

Those same high-ranking leaders who usually strutted around with arrogance, barking at ordinary players at the slightest provocation, were now carefully choosing their words as they inquired about the requirements for joining Doom Guild.

Some offered high sums for an introduction. Some pulled strings and asked acquaintances to pass along a message. Others even sent thousand-word letters of loyalty directly through Faustus’s private channel.

"Lord Faustus, I am willing to bring one hundred and twenty elite brothers under my command to merge into Doom Guild. I beg you to take us in."

"Guild Master, though I am untalented, I do have considerable experience in business management. If I may join your guild, I am willing to offer up all my assets."

"Please... just let me in. I can do anything!"

The messages poured in like a tidal wave, forcing Doom Guild’s HR department to temporarily assign three additional officers just to handle the flood of applications.

Meanwhile, those ordinary members still shouting about "having backbone" in the public chat had no idea that the leaders they admired had already secretly submitted their pledges of allegiance.

...

Snowspire.

"Fuck you! The number one guild in World Zone 616? The so-called number one player in Stellar? This is it?"

"Unbelievable. We came to him in complete sincerity to seek cooperation, and he actually looked down on us!?"

"Sure, he’s strong, but my favorability toward Faustus has now dropped to negative ten thousand!"

"Exactly! I still remember that receptionist from Doom Guild—polite on the surface, but with that condescending smile!"

Charles’s expression was no better. He let out a bitter laugh.

"Enough... Faustus refusing to meet us may have had other reasons."

He paused, his tone growing even more bitter.

"But since cooperation with Doom Guild is clearly off the table, I think we still need to establish a guild of our own."

Cecilia nodded at once.

"That’s right. Relying on others will never compare to relying on ourselves."

"Even with just our own strength, we should still be able to resolve this Undead Cataclysm crisis to some extent!"

Her words immediately drew agreement from the other players.

"What’s so great about Doom Guild? Just wait—sooner or later, they’ll be the ones begging us to help deal with the Undead Cataclysm!"

"Exactly! There are so many top-tier players among us. Before this, our leveling speed was restricted by the Hidden World. Now that we’ve arrived in the main world, this is our true home ground!"

"Once our guild takes off, we’ll make Faustus experience what rejection feels like too!"

And just then, a global announcement and a World Zone 616 announcement rang out one after the other...

[Global Announcement: Player "Faustus" has single-handedly destroyed the undead spatial passage, halting the descent of the Undead Cataclysm...]

The two announcements struck them like twin bolts of thunder from a clear sky, leaving them charred inside and out.

The players stared at one another, all frozen in place for a moment.

After a long silence, Charles was the first to break it, his voice bitter.

"We misunderstood Faustus... He had already become so powerful that he didn’t need to cooperate with us at all."

The players who had just been ranting in anger moments ago now flushed crimson with embarrassment.

"No, seriously—Faustus completed the task by himself? That’s just insane!"

"Wasn’t the Undead Cataclysm an Exalted-grade mission...? What kind of joke is this?"

"I think I finally understand why Doom Guild can dominate everything on its own. We may have severely underestimated Faustus..."

"I think we made a huge mistake—arrogance."

"Yeah. Only now do I realize that we never really investigated Faustus or Doom Guild’s past. We just assumed with confidence that we could surpass them easily!"

Listening to the discussion, Charles let out another sigh of agreement.

"But since Faustus clearly doesn’t think much of us, then let’s focus on improving our own strength first. We need to prove our value before anything else!"

"Right. We can’t neglect the guild issue either. I heard George’s side is also preparing to establish one."

Cecilia spoke up.

"But... Faustus is so absurdly overpowered. Even if we create a guild, who knows whether it can really develop?"

The players looked at one another, then fell silent.

...

The moment George heard the global announcement, his entire body trembled for no reason at all.

His face turned ashen, and he blurted out,

"Th-This... is this some kind of bug?"

"The difficulty of the Undead Cataclysm is beyond imagination. I never thought the mission could be handled like this!"

"Faustus... no, are you kidding me? He alone shattered the spatial passage to the Undead Realm?"

George’s mind was completely blank.

For the first time, he began to doubt the very logic of this game world.

He simply could not imagine a player becoming as powerful as Faustus.

By his own strength alone, he had forcibly brought an end to an apocalyptic calamity.

That was the Undead Cataclysm!

How could something this outrageous even be possible?

The players around him were equally stunned into speechlessness.

"Shit, where the hell did this monster Faustus crawl out from?!"

"Maybe those players from the other zones were right—Faustus really is a cheater. I’m not even jealous. I just genuinely can’t imagine how strong a player would have to be to stand against the Undead Cataclysm!"

"Do you think it’s possible that as long as you find the undead spatial passage within the time limit, destroying it is actually easy?"

The moment those words left his mouth, everyone around him turned to stare at him as if he were an idiot.

"Don’t ever say something like that again. It makes all of us sound brain-dead."

"That said, Faustus really is insanely strong. I’m starting to believe that Faustus is even stronger than that Unvanquished Fiend, Quin."

As George listened to the others talking, an absurd feeling suddenly welled up within him.

For the first time in his life, he felt like the frog at the bottom of the well from the story—

believing the patch of sky he saw was the whole heavens, and that he himself was the very best.

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