"Don't go up there. If you give up, we'll be on the same side, right?"

"Brother, try a Stinky Tofu Sandwich. The flavor is one of a kind! Give up, and you can eat it."

Hearing their words, The Heavens are Dead and his companions were dumbfounded. What's going on? We came here with good intentions to join you, so why is Boss Dung Beetle trying to persuade us to give up? If we give up, what will we do? How are we supposed to play this game? We barely managed to get a game slot; are we supposed to just throw it away like this?

"Damn it! Giving up means forfeiting our game slots! These bastards are doing this to screw with us!" Suddenly, a player named Stopping to Admire the Maple Forest at Dusk cursed loudly.

Many players who had been thinking of giving up were also stunned. Is this intentional? Are these damn Veteran Players trying to trick us into quitting?

"I get it! The Newbie Task is ours, but they must have a Task too. It has to be that Damn Game Designer who made them try to convince us to quit!" a female player named Drinking Milk Every Night said, her expression turning sour with realization as she glared at a Veteran Player beside her. It's deliberate! They just want to drive away New Players so they can get the Task Reward! That Damn Game Designer! Using such a disgusting tactic!

"Damn it, let go of me! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

A furious shout erupted. Old Mo was descending from near the hundredth step, carrying one of the leading players on his shoulder as he ran down at incredible speed. Amidst the player's furious curses, Old Mo tossed him down at the foot of the mountain.

Although they had become Ordinary people, their physical bodies had long surpassed those of typical humans. This was especially true for Old Mo, who specialized in hardcore physical conditioning and didn't care a whit about so-called gravity.

"Are you even human? Is this how you play the game?" that player yelled. "I worked so hard to climb up, and you just carried me back down! Are you out of your goddamn mind?"

But Old Mo paid him no mind. He rushed back up to the hundredth step, grabbed another player, and carried them down.

The other players witnessing this outrageous scene couldn't help but feel their lips twitch.

"Are you nuts, Old Mo? Have you lost your mind?"

"This is too much! Doesn't your Lingxiao Hall have enough Contribution Points? Are you desperate because you're broke?"

"Disgusting! Despicable! I've never hated someone this much before!"

"Turtle! Old Mo, that's a great idea! Brothers, let's get to it!"

The New Players cursed furiously, while the Veteran Players started to follow Old Mo's example. However, their physical conditioning clearly couldn't compare to Old Mo's. Just lifting one player put immense strain on them.

That lunatic! They looked at Dung Beetle, who appeared completely at ease, and couldn't help but curse inwardly. Is the difference between people really this vast? Can players who've mastered the Eight Gates Escape Armor possess such physical prowess even without Realm or Power?

Before long, Dung Beetle had carried down all the players destined to join the War Alliance. He then sat quietly at the hundredth step, observing.

So ruthless! Why would anyone be like this?

"Hey, Old Mo, aren't you tired?" Dung Beetle called out, panting as he sat on the steps and stared at him.

Old Mo shook his head. "Not tired. I feel like my physical strength has increased again. These steps also improve my physique. I won't have to worry next time I use the Eight Gates Escape Armor."

Upon hearing this, many players rolled their eyes. Now they finally understood why Old Mo was the only player who had managed to train to the point of Opening the Eighth Gate. Truly, comparisons are odious.

"Wanwan, aren't you going to rein in your man?" the Top Archer in the National Server said, wiping his sweat. "If he keeps training like this, your delicate frame won't be able to handle his... impacts."

Hearing this, Wanwan's face flushed bright red. Many of the lecherous old-timers nearby, catching the implication, started snickering at Wanwan. But some of them found themselves crying as they laughed. Once upon a time, Wanwan was their goddess. And now? The goddess was actually with Old Mo, that muscle-bound brute who only knew how to work out, and she even had to endure his powerful... thrusts. Our hearts ache for the goddess!

"Old Mo, promise me you'll be gentler with my goddess!"

"I'm begging you! My goddess is human too. Don't be so rough with her! Old Mo, you have to treat her well!"

"Damn, have you simps completely lost it?"

"By the way, when you guys say that, do you ever consider your own Daoist Companions?"

"Daoist Companion? Broke up. Just this morning when I logged in. She grinds her teeth, snores, and farts in her sleep. I just couldn't take it anymore."

While the Veteran Players were joking and chatting, the New Players hadn't given up. One by one, they pushed onward, completely ignoring the attempts by the nearby Veteran Players to distract them. Before long, they climbed up and saw Old Mo ahead of them, standing like a formidable guardian.

The players who had made it this far exchanged glances. Before them, Old Mo seemed like the ultimate Boss blocking their path.

Old Mo looked at them and smiled. "Give up. From this point onward, the gravity doubles. Your frail bodies won't be able to take it."

Upon hearing this, a player named Underground Boxing King slowly raised his head. "I've been a boxer my entire life. I've already reached the physical peak of our profession. Now, I just want to challenge new limits!"

Underground Boxing King's eyes shone with determination. He took a step forward, landing squarely on the hundredth step. The doubled gravity slammed down, and his entire expression faltered.

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