novelraw Chapter 199: Gratitude towards Alexander
Chapter 199: Gratitude towards Alexander
Without further ado, Alexander clenched his fist tightly. A ghost bead swiftly appeared, spinning in the center of his palm.
If the approaching figure was indeed of the pseudo-emperor rank and hostile, they would undoubtedly have an overwhelming advantage due to their sheer power.
At the very least, even if they couldn’t kill Alexander, they could easily eliminate the top brass of the Fierce Ghost Association.
Soon, the rapidly approaching figure became clear.
It was a woman, standing at least 1.9 meters tall.
She wore a muted gold armor, had a beautiful face with her long hair coiled up behind her, and a golden long knife hung around her waist. The scabbard of the knife was adorned with dragon patterns, giving off the impression of echoing dragon roars when looked upon.
As Alexander watched her every move, prepared to send an invitation to Dolly at any moment, Edward, Terence, and Asfur stepped forward in unison, bowing respectfully and saying, "Greetings, Dragon Roar Emperor!"
Dragon Roar Emperor?
Although Alexander was slightly puzzled, he let out a sigh of relief. It seemed she was not an enemy.
"Is she the Dragon Roar Emperor? The leader of the city lord’s guards! I’ve heard rumors that the Dragon Roar Emperor is a beauty, and seeing her now, she truly is exceptional," whispered the ghost known as Hello Kitty standing next to Alexander.
The leader of the city lord’s guards is a pseudo-emperor?
In astonishment, Alexander thought: Isn’t the captain of the city lord’s guards Charles’s sister? So, this is Seraphina, the last member of the legendary Charles family?
Seemingly sensing Alexander’s intrigued gaze, Seraphina in the sky glanced their way before speaking, "With the end of the Ghost Street contest, is the president of the Fierce Ghost Association, Tony, present?"
"I’m here," Tony stepped forward, looking slightly awkward. "How may I assist you?"
"President Tony," Seraphina waved her hand, sending a thumb-sized black crystal flying towards him.
"This is the Abyssal Ghost Shadow, from the Misty Abyss. By order of Louis! From today, the order of Fierce Ghost Street will be co-managed with the help of the Fierce Ghost Association.
Absorb this object, and it will help you achieve the rank of Ghost King! Tonight, Louis will host a feast on the rooftop of the Ghost Apartment. Mr. Alexander and Tony are invited."
After speaking, Seraphina was enveloped in a golden light and decisively turned and left.
No one paid any mind to Seraphina’s departure.
Despite her near-emperor strength, everyone’s attention, whether chosen or ghosts, was fixated on one thing: the black crystal in Tony’s hand.
Achieve the rank of Ghost King!
Could a being of this rank, with just this crystal, bypass the prince rank and become a Ghost King directly?
Everyone’s eyes were filled with envy, including Edward’s.
That’s the Ghost King rank!
Under the envious stares of countless individuals, Tony, feeling a bit awkward, hurriedly popped the black crystal into his mouth.
In an instant, a terrifying and ghastly aura erupted from Tony.
Immediately, a dark mist began to envelop him.
"Red-haired ghost and purple-haired ghost, the rest is up to you!"
Tony’s face turned red with effort, he shouted, then addressed Alexander, "Alexander, I’m going to absorb the ghostly energy first. We’ll meet on the rooftop tonight for the banquet!"
With that, a faint white light enveloped him, clearly signaling his teleportation through a ghost bead.
"He’s become a ghost king, just like that!"
Edward, Sam, Terrence, and Asfur all looked at Alexander, their respect and admiration for him surging.
The others might not understand why Tony was chosen, but they knew the reasons all too well. Without Alexander, the Fierce Ghost Association would be no match for the Evil Ghost Association.
Due to the improved favorability of these ghosts.
Alexander was indeed pleased to gain another reward: a top-tier ghost weapon called the Ghost Head Blade, an item that could boost morale and stabilize troops, and his ghost energy increased by several hundred points.
It wasn’t much, but it was still an upgrade in power.
The purple-haired ghost and red-haired ghost began to clean up the aftermath under Tony’s command, leading their forces to the Evil Ghost Association’s territory.
"Mr. Alexander!" Henry and others approached with gratitude, saying, "We owe you big time. If not for you, a hundred thousand of us would’ve been lost. That would’ve been a devastating blow for us Earthlings!"
"General, you’re too kind. I’m also from Earth. I might not be a saint, but I wouldn’t stand by and watch our people get bullied in this horror world," Alexander replied with a smile.
"You’re jesting, Mr. Alexander! You saved a hundred thousand of us, and our ranks and power have increased because of you. This isn’t about being good or bad anymore," Henry said earnestly, "You’re a hero. Earth’s hero."
Alexander didn’t dispute the claim, nor did he want to engage in further pleasantries.
His gaze shifted to the crowd, asking, "Aren’t you choosing to return? Your families must be waiting, right?"
"Of course we’ll return, but we felt the need to thank you first," Gao Lin added from the side.
"Yeah! This was a major event. Without you, how many of us would’ve made it back alive?"
"I’d say none of us. Don’t you remember the last instance event where everyone perished? Only one person survived because of a tool. Mr. Alexander, thank you!"
"I don’t care about others, but I must express my gratitude. Alexander, thank you for everything!"
...
Thank yous echoed one after the other. Among the hundred thousand, not a single person left.
Moved by the genuine gratitude, Alexander’s eyes glistened, and he nodded solemnly, "Alright! I accept your thanks. Since you’ve chosen to stay, let’s not waste these ten hours. I’m hosting a celebration banquet at the Fierce Ghost Association. I hope you won’t refuse."
The chonse ones were eager to attend.
After all, being chosen one meant living in the horror world with many restrictions. This was an opportunity they hadn’t experienced before.
Since they’d chosen to stay, attending this celebration was a given.
Dining with a host of ghost soldiers and even ghost generls would definitely be a story to tell upon their return to the real world.
However, what no one had anticipated was that the ten-hour delay would lead to a huge blunder upon their return.
In the real world, everyone was steeped in sorrow.
The hundred thousand chosen ones had been selected for their superior talents and strengths to go in and risk their lives.
Coincidentally, wherever these participants had disappeared, large crowds gathered.
They came to mourn these heroes who had gone to meet their deaths.
Yet, the formal memorial hadn’t immediately commenced. Everyone still held onto a sliver of hope, perhaps someone might return alive!
The progress of the instance was easy to monitor. The moment the battle mission started, all missions in Ghost Street were locked, and were constantly watched.
As soon as the lock was restored, it meant the instance had ended.
"It’s over! The lock is back!"
With this exclamation, everyone’s heart raced.
However, one minute, ten minutes, and a whole hour passed, yet there was no sign.
Outside a church, in the hall where General Henry was last seen, an elderly general with white hair, eyes filled with tears, retrieved the portraits of General Henry and the other military chosen ones, placing them one by one in the prepared memorial hall.
Bundles of flowers were brought out, starting the arrangement for the memorial service.
One hour, two hours, three hours...
By early evening, the official memorial preparations had concluded, and the ceremony formally began.