Chapter 257 Waiting for a Fated Person

At this moment, Yellow Hair suddenly realized that the situation was beyond his control.

He couldn’t understand why this bow claimed it could control anyone, yet after hitting Ling Mo, it failed to exert that control.

He distinctly remembered the big shot who sold him the bow, presenting the artifact with a god-like demeanor, telling him that possessing this weapon would grant him the entire world— that being even demonstrated for him with an NPC in the dungeon, making him realize what it meant to be obeyed.

At that time, he believed that this bow could indeed bring him worldwide power.

However, he never thought about why that big shot would sell it to him for the paltry sum of just 10,000 game points.

He only remembered that before leaving, the big shot, with a benevolent air, uttered, “The bow seeks a fated person; we are all but passersby.”

It was filled with a celestial presence, making Yellow Hair shed tears of emotion for the first time over someone who wasn’t family.

He vowed back then, once he ruled the world, he would definitely return to repay the kindness.

And this God of War Cup was the first battle he fought using that bow.

The bow was called Cupid’s Bow.

But Cupid didn’t bring him love; it only brought an explosive arrow that could annihilate them beyond recognition.

In the end, Ling Mo’s conscience led him to deflect the first arrow, and though it didn’t hit its target directly, it still blew up three people quite nicely. While Yellow Hair was still confused, the other two shouted, “What the heck! Boss! How is he still fighting back?! Didn’t we say he would obey us?!”

“Don’t panic! Everything is under my control!” Yellow Hair stood tall at the front, his back to the two, exuding an imposing and grand demeanor, his voice resonant and powerful, seemingly able to instill confidence into the hearts of his little brothers and ease their unease in an instant.

They believed in their boss!

However, right in front, the cold sweat on Yellow Hair’s forehead was pouring like a river.

He still held Cupid’s Bow, aiming at Ling Mo and the others, as the great clash seemed on the verge of erupting, the tension in the air had reached its peak.

At that moment, Yellow Hair exclaimed, “Brothers, I can control them; when I shout, you all charge with me!”

“Got it, Boss! We’ll follow your lead!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Yellow Hair shot an arrow at Ling Mo while roaring, “Charge!”

His two little brothers immediately followed the pink arrow charging towards Ling Mo, presenting an extremely fierce momentum, determined to show their boss their worth.

However, in this tense setup, Ling Mo instead lowered his weapon.

Because he didn’t need such a high-powered weapon to deal with these two.

He merely cleared his throat and said: “Gentlemen, don’t you want to see where your boss is?”

The two paused, instinctively looking back—

Yellow Hair only left them with a slightly distorted silhouette outside the barrier.

They stood dumbfounded.

Didn’t we agree to charge together?

In the end, even the chubby one couldn’t stand it and raised his hand, summoning a lightning bolt from the clear sky, striking down on the now-fleeing Yellow Hair.

And with a “thud,” that figure collapsed to the ground.

The barrier enveloping the entire area seemed also to have come from Yellow Hair; after he was struck down, the barrier began to crumble and disappear, restoring the surrounding environment to normal.

“Geez, I’m not saying, but your boss is pretty ungrateful! When he realizes he can’t win, he tells you to hold the rear while he bolts, tsk tsk.” The chubby one stroked his chin, wearing a slightly saintly expression, “Wanting to gravitate towards capable ones is good, but you need to see if that person is worth following; this time, it’s a perfect chance to see through your boss’s true nature. Are you still planning to follow him?”

The two were completely dumbfounded.

The situation reversed too quickly for them to even process what had happened.

All they knew was that their boss told them he had obtained a super powerful weapon that could make anyone in the world listen to him; with this weapon, they could control the world, and he even demonstrated how to use it with a few NPCs right in front of them.

And so they believed it—youngsters, who doesn’t have a fervor for conquering the world? Thus, they followed Yellow Hair to join the God of War Cup, and everyone knew what came next.

They still couldn’t believe their boss would betray them and run off.

Then, the chubby one opened his arms to them: “A wise bird chooses its tree; you deserve better, forsake him, and join us. We will never abandon any member, whether we live or die in the future, we will stick together. As long as you’re willing to join, you’ll be part of our family from now on.”

The two paused for a moment, finally reacting cautiously, “Are you… really strong?”

“Does that even need to be said?” The chubby one pointed to Ling Mo, “Did you see his performance just now? He took down your boss in one hit—let me tell you, we have one hundred and eight more like him in our organization.”

“They’re that strong?! Are you guys from the Eternal Life Palace?”

“No! The Eternal Life Palace is no match for us! Our organization has significant growth potential!”

“Then who are you…”

“Infant…”

Ling Mo immediately stopped the chubby one: “Ahem, let’s first go check on that Yellow Hair’s condition.”

He had to retain a bit of face.

The others nodded in agreement, under the leadership of Xia Xinyan, they proceeded towards Yellow Hair’s location, leaving only the chubby one and Bai Yu behind, with the chubby one still attempting to sway the two bystanders—oh, and he also tried to fool the three who were previously with the hedgehog head.

Ling Mo increasingly felt that the chubby one had a knack for pyramid schemes.

On the other side, Xia Xinyan was the first to reach Yellow Hair, using her tail to pick up the Cupid’s Bow that had fallen on the ground, inspecting it in her hands.

In the game, to prevent players from maliciously trading items, all props had completely transparent records visible, including usage and transaction counts, etc.—and this bow had traded 14 times up to now.

Suddenly, she found it a bit amusing.

The description of this bow indeed seemed worthy of an artifact, but one rule that all props shared that wasn’t mentioned severely limited its ability—the effect of the bow weakened the greater the gap in power between the user and the target; moreover, setting aside relative effects, the bow itself dealt weaker effects to stronger beings. Otherwise, this thing could be used to date gods.

Most importantly, the bow inherently had no damage.

If this thing could still be of use in the early game, now that players’ strengths have increased, it had become more of a toy, really only useful for some pranks; otherwise, it was absolutely useless.

She understood why there were so many transactions for this item.