Chapter 11: The Godspeak Squad Forms! Slaying Five Instantly!

Selling goods in towns across the Infinite Continent is incredibly flexible—just don’t block the roads. Even selling weapons at bargain prices outside an arms store won’t get you kicked out. Truth be told, early-game gear is chronically scarce in local shops. While drop rates on the Infinite Continent are abysmally low, wealthy players bypass this by shelling out real-world cash—100perEternalCoin.TakethoserichfolksfromGreatXia:they’llbuymultipleluxurycarsworthmillionseach,sport10K designer outfits, drop six figures on girlfriends’ handbags, lavish even more on mistresses, or spend tens of thousands per night on escorts. So why balk at paying top dollar for Eternal Coins to buy weapons that fast-track their path to ascension? Not pricey at all!

"Holy shit, what’s going on? Someone’s selling Black Iron weapons? At 5% off store prices?"

"Four Black Iron longswords? I can’t even scrounge up a basic weapon, and dude’s unloading four?"

"Hey handsome~ Where’d you get these? Tell your little sister, I can repay you~"

Before Wang Shikong had even finished setting up his stall, gasps erupted around him. A heavily made-up woman flashing cleavage knelt to question him. His eyes swept past the crowd without acknowledgment as he focused on the Godspeak Tome in his hands. Channeling his spirit into it let him grind skill proficiency.

"Deaf and mute on top of crippled?" The woman raised her voice, offended by his silence.

"Cash okay, brother? I’ll wire you 1.1 million, real-time," offered a serious buyer. Still no response. What use was earthly currency? He—no, more accurately, his wife—had money to burn where it mattered. Besides, within a year, fiat currencies would implode entirely in favor of Eternal Coins.

As Wang kept ignoring them, onlookers dispersed reluctantly after ogling the wares. Stealing? Inside city walls, penalties for murder, theft, or assault were brutal—either execution or years-long imprisonment that’d cripple your progress.

"Two Black Iron longswords. Name your price."

Minutes later, a group of sharply dressed youths approached brandishing proper weapons—two even carried ornate shields and staves. Clearly not off-world garbage.

"Deal," Wang replied, looking up.

"Discount for bulk? Say 10% off? Friends?" grinned the leader. "Zhang Zihao, heir to Azure Cloud Conglomerate and founder of Azure Cloud Guild."

"No." Wang’s refusal was absolute. Filthy scum couldn’t shake a discount from me.

Zhang’s smile hardened as he fished Eternal Coins from his spatial ring. "9,500 each, right? Here’s 19,000."

Wang counted them. "Good." He handed over the blades.

"Where’d you score these, brother? Guild-backed?" another youth chimed in, sharp eyes studying him.

"Drops."

"Drops? You?" Their disbelieving stares crawled over his wheelchair-bound frame.

"Join our guild?" Zhang extended the offer.

Wang shook his head, already setting down two more Black Iron longswords. His attention dropped back to the tome.

Zhang frowned at the dismissal, then paled as two additional swords materialized. More stock?! The news of discount Black Iron gear spread through Tianqing Town like wildfire. Wealthy players stampeded toward him—500 saved Coins per weapon wasn’t trivial. The blades vanished swiftly.

"Got any left?" panted a middle-aged man as Wang packed up.

"Out."

"Damn, late again..." The man sighed. "Interested in selling Eternal Coins?"

"No."

"Contacts then?" He pulled out a communicator. "Hit me up if you liquidate Coins or gear later."

"Don’t own one." Wang eyed the device—retail price: 500 Coins.

"Here—take a fresh unit. Friends?" The man waved off payment, handing it over. "Call me Old Hu."

Intrigued, Wang shook his hand. "Sure. Contacts."

He powered on the device and set his ID as "Time-Space." [Friend request accepted: Tiger_Vanguard]

Wang adjusted his glasses. Old Hu? Tiger_Vanguard? The future leader of Sky Tiger Guild, one of Great Xia’s top ten super-guilds? Huh. Same starter town. That savvy generosity sure explained his guild’s meteoric rise.

"Later."

"Hit me first for gear sales."

After parting with Tiger_Vanguard, Wang scanned his over 14,000 Coins and wheeled toward Tianqing’s Ascendants’ Guildhall. You could handle everything there—guild creation included. He paid 1,000 Coins to register a squad. For the name? Simple: ​​Godspeak​​.

[Congratulations! Godspeak Squad established! Rank: Common. Upgrade squad for bonus auras!]

(Squad tiers: Common→Elite→Silver→Gold→Monarch→Legend)

"Your membership badges, sir," the attendant passed him ten emblems. (Max squad size: 10)

Squad formed, Wang mentally mapped Tianqing’s second hidden quest... but chose to prioritize leveling. Top players now hit Lv.4–5. He needed to climb.

"Hey, heard about the Decayed Manor dungeon near Graveridge?"

"Trial dungeon? What’s that?"

"Heavenly Trial Dungeons! Grind monsters inside with zero permadeath! Perfect for XP farming! Three daily entries max though. Beat it for rewards—but no one’s cleared it yet."

"No permadeath? Let’s GO!"

Wang’s head snapped toward the chatter. "Decayed Manor? Open already?" Heavenly Trial Dungeons were welfare systems—safe combat practice plus bonus EXP. But what he really remembered: ​​first clear rewards included bonus Spirit and Stamina​​.

"Clearing that first." Wang made the call. His past paraplegic life had barred him from such content—hence the memory lapse. But now? Foundational boosts like this weren’t optional. Plus, a first clear would inflate squad rep.

He messaged Tiger_Vanguard instantly: Hu—Decayed Manor. Bring 3 others. I’ll carry us to first clear.

A 5-man dungeon. With Tiger’s charisma, filling slots would be smooth.

Can you pull it off? came the swift reply.

Guaranteed.

I’m at the dungeon portal. Come now.

ETA 40 min. Wang replied, then sped toward the town gates.

He’d barely cleared town limits when a familiar sensation prickled his senses. Greed breeds predators. Calmly, he slowed his pace.

Five minutes later, steel hissed against his throat.

"Pfft. Just a cripple. We shadowed this trash for nothing." Sneering laughter followed. Four more figures—Zhang Zihao’s crew—emerged grinning.

"Guess we’ll ‘befriend’ you this way, huh?" Zhang stalked forward, sneering. "How’s a legless freak sitting on Black Iron stockpiles? Spill how you farmed them, and maybe you die painlessly."

"Strip his spatial ring first, Hao! 14K Eternal Coins? That’s over 10 mil in cash!" One crony drooled toward Wang. With a blade at his throat and useless legs, they saw a helpless victim.

"Butchering the impure." Wang’s voice stayed tranquil as he opened the Godspeak Tome.

Light coalesced into an arrow behind him—faster than cognition.

Thwack.

The crony gaped, adrenaline numbing his pierced throat as hands flew up. Stunned silence fell as Zhang’s crew watched him crumple.

Then—lightning manifested. Four radiant swords materialized before the ‘cripple,’ forged in barely a second. A silent flick of Wang’s wrist sent them streaking like meteors.

"RUN!" Zhang screamed.

Th-th-th-thud. Four corpses hit the dirt.

With +50% damage from the Tome and stats rivaling Lv.10 players? Effortless extermination.