◎The truth behind the hot post◎
Time goes back to more than half an hour ago.
Yamato Mitsuyo, who tragically missed the first kill in the dungeon, was sitting in an open space, staring at the forum sending interface with an angry but rather proud look on her face.
#I've said it so many times, if you don't have the strength, don't challenge the dungeon alone, otherwise you will end up like her...#
After confirming the title, he hummed and pressed the send button.
The loading icon only turned briefly for less than a second, and then he saw the [Post sent successfully] prompt sent to him by the forum.
He pursed his lips proudly.
Just wait, Summer Pear Blossom, you made us suffer so much in prison, today I will repay you double.
Gossip posts are always full of viewers, and soon the post is filled with a bunch of onlookers.
[Floor 1: This is...? A newly opened elite dungeon?]
[Floor 2: Wow, it's Ehwa Boss! (Watching.jpg)]
[Floor 3: But it seems like he got beaten pretty badly by the boss (unbearable face.jpg)]
[Floor 4: Did Fish Leong give her the courage? She actually dared to challenge the boss alone!]
[Floor 6: Although the skills are poor, the dreams are big. Horizontal banner: The addiction to being a novice is huge.]
[Floor 7 (ID: Steamed Fish): Damn, stop slandering our big sister!]
[Floor 7: Thank you for the video, it successfully illustrates what it means to be clueless.]
[Floor 8: Hahahahahaha I laughed so hard, got today's joke]
…
Ignoring a few negative comments, the laughter in the building became more and more loud, and Yamato Mitsuyo admitted that he enjoyed it.
For the big names in gaming, image and reputation often come first. Because of their fame, their every move can easily be speculated upon by others, and then become the subject of ridicule and ridicule by a group of small-time players.
Therefore, spreading the video clip of her being beaten up by the octopus boss would be just as effective as giving her a blow on the head.
Thinking of this, Yamato Mitsuyo happily crossed her legs and began to hum, looking very comfortable.
After humming a little tune, he refreshed the post. In just a few minutes, the post became popular and reached more than 500 floors.
Oh yeah, what a pleasant surprise.
Yamato Mitsuyo scrolled down excitedly, but... her expression became increasingly ugly.
Some people began to question the source of the video.
[Floor 507: I'm just asking, where did the video in this instance come from? Is no one curious?]
[Floor 508: Is it possible that the poster was in the dungeon at the time?]
[Floor 509:?]
[Floor 510: So what's the OP trying to achieve? A brainless hater?]
[Floor 511: Wow, isn't this the same video that slandered Pear Goddess last time? Waiting for the truth.]
[Floor 512: The host is full of malice, identification complete!]
…
There were more and more voices of doubt and opposition, and Yamato Mitsuyo became more and more angry. She simply opened a small account with a schizophrenic mentality, logged in, and started replying quickly.
[Floor 523 (ID: Happy Nut): Please, does it matter who posted it? The original poster is here to share the joy. If you don't like it, please leave in the upper right corner. Don't be a nitpicker here.]
[Floor 528 (ID: Happy Nut): Also, don't think you're Sherlock Holmes and criticize other people's videos. Get lost! Idiots are not welcome here.]
I thought I could change the tone of the comment section with my sharp criticism, but I didn't expect that my words were full of serious personal bias and emotions. The players in the forum suddenly couldn't sit still, and they all raised their keyboards and swarmed up to attack me.
[Who are you calling a nitpicker? You're the one who's nitpicking. Your whole family is nitpicking!]
[If you're not happy with what I said, I'm the incarnation of Xia *Sherlock Holmes* Justice Bao. What's the matter? If you don't like me, come and hit me. IP [114.44.74], waiting for the PK]
[The host is silent, scared, hahahaha]
Looking at these players who were singing against him, Yamato Mitsuyo's face turned red with anger. He stood up and clenched his fists on the spot.
Suddenly, he changed his mind and realized that no one knew that it was him who entered the dungeon, and no one knew that it was his pseudonym who posted the message. Why should he be angry?
At this time, he was just an unpretentious video porter.
A feeling of relaxation suddenly spread throughout my body.
Who cares about those Zaun players? As long as his goal is achieved, it’s fine.
Yamato Mitsuyo curled her lips and figured it out.
However, suddenly, a beam of attack came from behind!
He turned to the side quickly, and although he avoided a direct attack on his body, his arm was still slightly injured.
The black poisonous gas exploded behind him, causing him more than ten drops of blood damage.
It's just such a small amount of damage, not worth mentioning.
Yamato Mitsuyo shrugged, turned around nonchalantly, then stood firm, opened his arms, drew the bow, and aimed the arrow at the guy who had bullied him.
It's always the three of them who attack others, but today someone is actually attacking him?
It's simply courting death!
He was about to draw his bow when suddenly, in the direction the arrow was pointing, he saw a large group of players.
"Found the target! Charge!"
"I love my sugar daddy! Go for it!"
"For the Shia Continent! Charge!"
The players wore the appearance of alchemists, they shouted and ran with all their might, exuding a spirit of not giving up until they achieved their goal!
Yamato Mitsuyo was stunned. What the hell?
He subconsciously took a small step back, his heart beating like a drum. What were they doing? Were they going to beat him up in broad daylight?
Look at him reporting it back!
It happened in a flash. Just as he dragged out the customer service panel and prepared to report it with all his heart, suddenly, countless blue bottles flew towards his head. The bottles hit his head with a clattering sound, freezing him in place in an instant.
Alchemist's Potion Throwing!
"Hey, you still want to report me? Come on, try to move one of them."
A glittering figure emerged from the crowd of alchemists with a swagger. He looked at Yamato Mitsuyo with a haughty air, his nose in the air. Then, he asked solemnly, "Is this the guy named in the crowdfunding order?"
"Reply Brother Pi, it's him!"
"Yes, it's him! No mistake!"
A group of younger brothers came over noisily, each holding a parchment-like document in their hands.
If the camera zooms in at this time, you can see that it is a commission from the Mercenary Group Union.
"Hmph, Yamato Mitsuyo, the cancer of the Shia continent, you've been robbing lone players for a long time. Countless innocent people have fallen victim to your murderous hands! Today, I, Pipi Xia, will lead the others to enforce justice and put an end to this scourge of yours! Come on!"
"exist!"
"Unload his equipment and take out his backpack."
"yes!"
A group of alchemists swarmed over like locusts. They grabbed Yamato Mitsuyo's coat and trousers and pulled them up into the sky piece by piece with the most violent methods.
The screams of those being stripped continued to be heard between heaven and earth, one after another, so pleasant to the ears.
But it's of no use.
"Hey, Pi?"
When the other person was left with only his underwear, suddenly, a younger brother turned around and asked Pipixia.
"Speak." Mantis picked his nose and ejected something.
"That hot post on the forum seems to be written by him." The younger brother pointed his finger at the forum interface which was also frozen.
"What post?" Pipixia clicked his tongue impatiently, then strolled over and glanced at the interface.
"Oh my god, damn it!"
After seeing the content displayed on the interface, Pipixia flew into a rage and cursed: "You shameless dog, you actually plotted against me, Li Shen? Fine, you use a sock puppet account to throw mud at me? Oh, and you're even a nerd? You son of a bitch, you're done! Come on, brother!"
His voice was so loud that the air shook.
Upon hearing this, the younger brothers raised their arms and responded: "Here! Brother Pi!"
"Kill him to death!"
"Yes, sir!"
Yamato Mitsuyo, who had originally hoped to crawl back with only her underwear left, fell into despair when she saw everyone suddenly pounce on her like jackals.
"Ahhh no, help!"
In the last scene, Mantis Shrimp only saw a collapsed head sticking out, and then it was pressed back tightly.
He grinned and nodded with satisfaction.
Then, he uploaded the evidence that he had just recorded of Yamato Mitsuyo using a pseudonymous account to the forum.
Anyone who slanders the God of Pear will surely die.
-over-
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