Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

God of Wealth remained motionless, and he didn’t know why.

It wasn’t that he was scared of the NPC who seemed powerful in the promotional video.

Whether the NPC was strong or not had nothing to do with me. If a conflict really ensued, it would just be a matter of life and death.

Meaning he was kneeling before me begging not to die.

But when that young boy looked at him with flickering eyes and curiosity, he felt a twinge of shame for some reason.

It was as if he had just made a very impolite gesture that caught someone’s attention. If he had to describe the scene in his mind right now, it might resemble noticing a girl with a nice figure and snapping a photo of her.

Then the sound of the click drew the girl’s gaze back to him, and you realize she’s someone you know. As she stares at you with wide eyes and tilted head, saying nothing...

For some reason, the face of that female classmate in his mind was gradually blurring, replaced by the face of the boy wagging his tail.

Tsk, what am I feeling embarrassed about?

"Casually using the Divine Arts bestowed upon your subjects by Her Grace is very impolite, you know? If you meet someone with a bad temper, you could really suffer.

And that lady facing away from me, there’s no need to use the secret techniques of the Earth Mother God to communicate, nor worry about how to deal with me. I’m not the type to get upset over such matters."

Upon hearing this, the person turned around and coughed once before standing straight and said, "There’s no helping it. People naturally become more curious towards beautiful things.

It’s just that sometimes, it indeed causes trouble for others. If I have made you uncomfortable, I sincerely apologize!"

Look at that, look at that. That’s what we call eloquence.

This girl really speaks nicely.

Kael chuckled softly, gazing at the group of players, feeling contemplative for a moment.

Players are here, peace reigns in the territory! Players are here, justice has arrived! (Referring to encouraging the new players to venture into the Dungeon to fight monsters)

Of course, that’s not the point.

The system panel is indeed a rather magical thing.

One can tell a lot from the messages prompted in the backend.

For example, when he first saw God of Wealth approaching, he noticed an interesting alert in the system panel.

[Alert: Your perception dominates the "Undead," perception check passed, you have detected traces of the "Scout" Divine Art]

[Alert: Your subjective judgment affects the "Scout" Divine Art, scouting effect nullified, you have discovered the caster "God of Wealth," "Guarantor Human Soul," "Qing Ya through the Cold Pond"]

Kael was pensive.

So the scouting skills of the players are represented by the effects of Divine Arts in the eyes of the local residents?

Even nullifying the effect of a scouting Divine Art just needs one’s personal judgment?

Ha, interesting!

Just by firmly believing that players have used scouting skills on oneself, even if one doesn’t reach the level to nullify the scouting skill or even sense which player has cast the skill, one could still nullify the scouting effect?

The nullification effect brought on by one’s own conviction in scouting is indeed rare.

And as for why he is so convinced that players will use scouting when they meet...

Do we even need to talk about it? When he was a player himself, he did the same thing.

Even virtually every player is used to throwing scouting upon meeting, which has led to the discontent of the local residents and ultimately various disasters.

Hey? If the scouting effect fails, then the players should not get too much additional information apart from my name and identity.

They can’t really think that I am strong enough to nullify scouting skills, can they?

Interesting, too interesting!

As long as I firmly believe that players will scout me upon meeting, and if I maintain a level suppression, wouldn’t I always appear unscoutable in their eyes?

"Understood, from now on, I decidedly believe the players will throw reconnaissance skills at me."

Those who don’t use their skills won’t get feedback from the system, and those who do will have their skills immediately nullified.

Rounding it all up, it’s almost like rendering the player’s skill useless."

As for whether there could be any players whose leveling speed could catch up to mine...pah, are you underestimating Kael, who controls the future direction of development and countless pieces of information, and even has the game panel to support his leveling?

Not to mention, games are games, life is life.

Even if players are addicted to virtual games, constrained by reality, they still spend a significant amount of time in their real lives.

Even professional esports players who earn their livelihood from this can’t devote all their energy to virtual MMOs, as Human Federation policies also wouldn’t allow it.

In this case, why should this group of the fourth calamities use their entertainment to challenge Kael’s life?

It’s just not possible.

As long as the system panel still functions, the gap between Kael and the players will only widen.

Not to mention, he could also use the method of cutting the players’ Leeks to achieve his many goals faster.

Thus, this meeting with the players wasn’t because they used their scouting skills to find him and drew him here, but rather Kael proactively went to contact these players.

The Lord Mansion itself is located at the very core of Titan Town.

Plus, with Titan Town being the base of Lancaster Territory and rangers, the core defense force of the territory, comprising forty percent stationed in Titan Town.

In this town, Kael indeed could have complete access to all information, and if one includes the ordinary sentries who eat around the Lord’s table, the number could double.

Thinking of this, Kael gave the people a slight smile:

"Hello, brave one under the Queen’s grace, do you have a moment? I need help."

God of Wealth, ultimately still thinking like a player, couldn’t help but display a friendly smile upon hearing this standard NPC quest initiation procedure.

"Downworlder’s Gate" doesn’t easily issue tasks.

It neither has a group of NPCs with several quest exclamation marks hovering over their heads like traditional online games, nor will NPCs actively seek out players to hand out tasks.

Even if you were to obtain a commission from an NPC through persistent nagging, it’s difficult to convert it into a task recognized by the system.

More often, players’ tasks come from NPC official powers and many relatively independent powers publicly issuing tasks.

The craziest part is that sometimes these tasks require competing with the natives.

These messages were all previously announced on the official website of "Downworlder’s Gate".

"It would be our honor to be of service to you, Lord," God of Wealth quickly responded, raising his voice slightly.

Among the group present, God of Wealth’s passion for virtual MMOs was definitely top-notch.

If it weren’t for genuine interest, who would be willing to invest so much money to organize a club from scratch?

You have to know, although Strange Power Chaos God Club has entered a popular game’s major league this year, the core function of this club is still to gather a group of like-minded professional players for publically funded gameplay.

After all, there are too many sycophants in real life, and for someone as wealthy as him, many things are accomplished too easily, lacking any challenge.

Only those high-fidelity virtual MMOs with extensive artificial intelligence computations allowed him to enjoy the pleasure of starting from scratch and growing together with the forces he built.

Although the artificial intelligence of NPCs in various games had been very realistic in the past, for some reason, he felt this game was different.

God of Wealth said with a smile, "Just say the word, if we can assist, we will not hesitate to do so, believe me, in helping, we are very professional."

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