After my best friend of ten years took away the first guild in the server, I laughed.
My best friend, who I had supported with one hand, kicked me out as the boss behind the scenes in front of the whole school.
He deleted my full-level divine equipment account worth tens of millions, and then asked me hypocritically: "Brother Jing, what are you going to do in the future? Do you want to come as a substitute in my team?"
The whole audience burst into laughter, and the live broadcast room was filled with comments like "The clown is me."
I smiled and handed over all my permissions in public without saying a word.
They thought that since my reputation was ruined, I would delete my account and withdraw from the circle.
But I just logged into a warehouse number that no one knew, and there was nothing on it except [Mining] and [Tailoring] skills.
Then, I used this warehouse number to sign up for the "Campus Peak Cup".
They were waiting to see me being tortured into a dog by the professional team, waiting to see how the former king turned into a lost dog.
But they seem to have forgotten.
The rules of this game were written by me; the core tactics of this guild were developed by me; the combos he is proud of were taught by me key by key.
Now, the game begins.
