Chapter 682 The Gentleman's Agreement!

However, some people disagreed, saying, "I absolutely won't! I want to follow the great Xiao Mo!"

Immediately, others chimed in:

"I think so too. It's not easy to meet the great Xiao Mo. I definitely want to observe this divine being up close."

"Exactly! This could be the real great Xiao Mo. Aren't you all curious?"

The other faction shook their heads. While they also wished to behold Xiao Mo's divine appearance, their lives were more important to them.

Since they had already reached their current positions, they would surely have opportunities to meet the great Xiao Mo in the future.

"I think you might be considered an opponent the moment you approach the great Xiao Mo and be killed."

"By then, forget about observing his appearance; you won't even know how you died."

"Damn, you're right. No, I need to contact Jin Xuan again and find out what the great Xiao Mo is actually thinking."

"You don't need to. Jin Xuan has already replied to me. She said the great Xiao Mo won't target us, so we can relax."

The person who spoke was the one who had previously messaged Jin Xuan.

Although he had received news that Xiao Mo was targeting him, his expression didn't improve much.

This was because Jin Xuan's exact words were:

"What are you all afraid of? Your strength is nothing before the Lord of the Immortal-Demon Empire. Why would he kill you?"

"Because you're weak? Because you're ugly?"

The words were too honest, and for a moment, the "big brother" felt a bit hurt.

However, to save face, he didn't voice his true feelings.

Upon hearing this news, everyone present rejoiced and praised, saying:

"Oh my, I knew the great Xiao Mo was handsome and kind-hearted. Yes, he wouldn't target us weaklings!"

"Do you believe that yourself when you say it?"

Xiao Mo being kind-hearted was truly the funniest joke he had ever heard.

The crowd also fell silent for a moment, recalling Xiao Mo's past methods.

"Do you think the reason he won't kill us is because we're too weak and not worth his effort?"

The Lord of this castle seemed to have stumbled upon the truth.

Although he spoke hesitantly, the other Lords felt this was indeed the case.

"I think you don't need to hesitate. This must be the truth."

"Killing a demon or an evil spirit yields a lot of experience and dropped treasures. Killing us..."

He didn't finish the sentence, but everyone understood.

Thinking about their meager possessions and then the abundant wealth of the Immortal-Demon Empire, they felt a wave of sadness.

"It seems the reason he doesn't kill us is truly because he looks down on us."

"So being a noob is also a blessing!"

While the Castle Lords were joking about themselves, they also felt a sense of relief.

Regardless of Xiao Mo's reasons, as long as he didn't kill them,

It meant they would have some room to operate in this "Otherworldly Evil-Slaying Event."

As long as they didn't provoke Xiao Mo, they would gain something even by just lying low.

After all, they couldn't compete with Xiao Mo in the end, so it was better to gain less but stay safe.

There might even be some unexpected gains.

If they were to confront the great Xiao Mo for any reason,

Then it would come down to who could run the fastest. In any case, they absolutely must not anger the great Xiao Mo.

This was now a consensus among everyone present.

"Everyone, although we're not as formidable as the great Xiao Mo, we can have other strategies. If we play it safe, we'll definitely survive till the end."

"Later, do you think the great Xiao Mo might seek alliances?"

"Don't joke. Alliances? What's his status, and what's ours? Even the most powerful person sitting here wouldn't ally with us."

"You should just go to sleep."

"However, we can form an alliance among ourselves and devise a group strategy."

"Perhaps in the end, we can pick up some scraps, encounter a couple of isolated deities, and then absorb them. The path to godhood shouldn't be far off."

"What you said is brilliant! I feel like I'll become a god soon."

"Hahahaha!"

"..."

For a moment, the atmosphere among this group improved, as they found solace in their misery.

Meanwhile, Xiao Mo, who was secretly observing the "World Channel," couldn't stand watching halfway through.

These people were getting more and more outlandish, completely inexplicable.

It seemed that staying in this place for too long had driven these perfectly good lads and lasses mad.

However, their information was quite outdated.

He was already at the peak of the God King level, yet they were still mistakenly guessing he was only at the peak of the God level.

When the time came for the "Otherworldly Evil-Slaying Event," he would put on a good show for them.

...

As the "Otherworldly Evil-Slaying Event" drew closer, the "World Channel" was never quiet.

Many people were discussing this "Otherworldly Evil-Slaying Event," and a sense of tension permeated the air.

Because the "Otherworldly Evil-Slaying Event" was the first game organized by the officials, the rewards inside were bound to be extremely generous.

If they could gain more benefits here, they would surely make great progress.

Perhaps with a little effort, they too could become gods.

To ensure the smooth progress of the "Otherworldly Evil-Slaying Event,"

Some Castle Lords and Rangers had even established several "gentlemen's agreements."

Such as "no fighting between castles," "first come, first served," and "try not to start wars."

Even more absurd was one of the "gentlemen's agreements":

"If you encounter the Immortal-Demon Empire, you must notify others so they can escape."

Now, all the Castle Lords had sensed that something was amiss.

They felt the impending arrival of a divine battle.

At this time, they could not afford internal strife; they must cooperate well.

Only then would they not become cannon fodder and die inexplicably.

Defeating the invaders was the most crucial task now.

Therefore, everyone attached great importance to this pre-battle event.

Xiao Mo, who was watching, saw that the Castle Lords were no longer as arrogant and overbearing as before; they were all amiable and spoke much more gently.

He couldn't help but grin, "How can a bunch of kids get so flustered? Don't they just feel happy because they think they're players?"

Though he said so, in his heart, he fully agreed with their actions.

These Castle Lords and Rangers were finally no longer arrogant and self-important,

Blindly treating everything as a game and the natives as NPCs.