Heroes' Prison

Chapter 510 - 500: A Thrilling 12 Hours

Now, everyone was waiting for the awards ceremony that evening, when Huang Yi would inevitably reappear before the eyes of the masses, and then he would certainly suffer the curses and questioning of viewers around the globe.

These twelve hours would be twelve anxious hours that countless people were awaiting.

...

Gradually, night fell, and Huang Yi calmly logged off to have dinner, and then he went to look at the forums.

"The Biggest Scam in History! God of Slaughter admits defeat in the solo competition, exposing a plot to amass wealth, defrauding two hundred million players in the Hero Guild of countless Gold Coins, becoming the largest fraud case since the opening of The Second World!"

"Sensational news around the globe! Traitor God of Slaughter admits defeat in the solo competition! Leading a group of guild executives, he flees with the funds from the Hero Guild! The Hero Guild becomes a shell organization, its stock price plummeting 90%, market value remaining only two hundred billion US Dollars; Martial Arts Guild’s stock price surges 100%! Market value exceeds two trillion US Dollars, becoming the world’s highest-valued guild!"

"Miyamoto Musashi crowned the world’s top contender without a doubt! Champion in both individual and team competitions, claiming the titles Martial Emperor and Martial Saint in one fell swoop!"

"Numerous top players around the world express shock over God of Slaughter’s embezzlement and escape! The Russian leader Giant Bear, Brazil’s top player Ronald, the Egyptian Guardian Pharaoh have all openly expressed their regret!"

...

The top ten posts on the forum were all about the news from that morning, and within just half a day, this incident had swept across the world, becoming the undoubtedly number one topic of discussion.

Huang Yi glanced over them and suddenly locked his eyes on the eleventh post—

"[#Kill#] A fan’s tearful question—God of Slaughter, do you deserve those who supported you?"

This post had a certain prefix added to it, a format Huang Yi had seen countless times, meaning it was specially used by his fans to post, but at this moment, it was unbearably jarring. Just by looking at this title, one could feel the sadness and rage of the post’s author.

Huang Yi immediately clicked to take a closer look!

The author of the post was a member of the Hero Guild, who had originally adored Huang Yi and was one of his fervent fans. But with the events of that morning, like everyone else, he was shocked for a long time before finally accepting the reality in immense sorrow.

The post narrated memories from past to present, listing every great deed Huang Yi had accomplished, from killing the level 250 Hydra, to annihilating the Respawn Point in a fury at Wind Forest Stronghold, to breaking the Tower of Pantheons world record, to saving Dragon City, to claiming the world-first kill of the Zombie King, to receiving the Best Newcomer award...

The author remembered every significant event that Huang Yi had done, filled with pride in every word. But when it came to today’s admission of defeat by Huang Yi, the author’s emotions finally exploded! The rest was full of sorrowful questioning from a fan, and these interrogative sounds seemed as if they truly had a voice, echoing in Huang Yi’s mind and sending out ripples that would not dissipate.

Furthermore, in the comments below, people from countries around the world, speaking various languages, all denounced Huang Yi. Those fans who once adored him were either silent or had turned against him, their curses and questions piercing into Huang Yi’s heart!

Now, Huang Yi had become the World’s Enemy, criticized by thousands, and even his most ardent fans were cursing him. If he were to walk onto the streets outside, he might even be attacked by some agitated individuals.

Facing this overwhelming pressure from all over the world, Huang Yi’s heart did not waver. He had long since come to terms with misunderstandings. He had also faced the world’s curses when he assassinated the Chairman of the World Federation, and he was misunderstood by the people. He had grown accustomed to this.

"Even if criticized by thousands, I shall remain steadfast!" Huang Yi told himself silently, then exited and continued reading the posts that followed.

Suddenly, his gaze fixed on a newly created post, written by a familiar author—Ruoshui.

A tide of memories flooded his mind at that moment. It had been a very long time since he had heard that name. Back when Huang Yi promised Dao Feng to compete for the world-first kill of the Zombie King for the Yanhuang Legion, Ruoshui was his exclusive healer, a girl as gentle as water.

After he claimed the first kill and was about to leave the next day, Ruoshui logged on specially to pray for his journey in the grasslands at dawn. At that time, the ground was covered with sparkling dew, and the warm morning light shone on her long eyelashes, once causing Huang Yi to experience a moment of breathlessness.

When Huang Yi saw her again, she had taken him to the church in Xuanyuan City, where she and some other priests chanted a Hymn for him. The pure and ethereal sound echoed in the church, making him feel as if he could forget time.

It had been a long, long time, and now at such a special moment, amidst the sea of posts, he saw her post, which perhaps was a destined connection.

When Huang Yi saw the title of the post, his heart trembled suddenly—

"Instakill, even if the whole world doesn’t believe in you, I still do. You will always be my entire world."

These words hidden amidst endless jeers stood out like a clear stream in murky water, instantly pouring into Huang Yi’s heart and nourishing his soul.

His heart was as hard as rock, able to exempt him from the world’s slander and misunderstanding, but it was also as soft as a sponge, whereby a mere droplet could infiltrate the gates of his heart.

It turned out that even when everyone disbelieved in him, there were still a very, very few who foolishly believed in him, and no matter what happened, their hearts would not change.

Huang Yi opened the post and his gaze swept across each tender word, the post at this moment lacked any replies, submerged in the endless sea of threads, as if Ruoshui were whispering to him without anyone else’s interference.

After reading Ruoshui’s heartfelt words, Huang Yi sat on the post’s ’sofa’ for the first time, leaving an anonymous reply afterward—

"Thank you for believing in me. A long, long time ago, when you prayed for me once, you said that you hoped all swords would grow a pair of kind eyes, capable of avoiding my body. Now, swords from all over the world are stabbing toward me, endlessly. But I always believe that after the truth comes out, these swords will ultimately grow a pair of kind eyes, unable to pierce me."

Having sent this reply, Huang Yi was filled with a surge of motivation and immediately left the forum.

Now, the stage of public opinion had been set up, it was time to implement the next step of the plan.

When he logged on, he still found himself in that dark and damp place, surrounded by mud and water, mixed with a rotting smell. He sent a message to Qin Shiyu, instructing her to notify the organization about starting the next round of cooperation.

...

Minutes later, in the heart of Los Angeles, USA, a Caucasian man in a suit stood before the floor-to-ceiling window of his office, leisurely sipping coffee from a cup.

This man had long hair tied in a ponytail trailing down his back, his appearance handsomely carefree, a faint stubble covering his chin, manifesting a rugged charm. Combined with his electrifying eyes, he radiated a magnetic masculinity.

At this moment, the warm sunrise slowly ascended outside the window, bringing with it a warm hope, shining upon him and making him involuntarily close his eyes.

"Beep!" Just then, a phone on the desk behind him suddenly rang.

The serene air was instantly shattered by the ring of the phone and vanished as quickly as it had appeared, as if it had never been.

Suddenly, the man opened his eyes, the sole of leisureliness leaving without a trace.

He adjusted the black button on his collar and spoke, "I’m Number 5, sell all the Martial Arts Guild stocks you hold and buy into Hero Guild stocks immediately."

His words traveled through the black button, crossing oceans, spreading to every corner of the Earth.

In the next moment, in an ancient city in Egypt, a youth opened a stock trading website...

In Mexico City, an office worker on his way to work suddenly changed direction, walking into a roadside securities exchange...

In a desolate wilderness where no one roamed, a lone traveler took out a handheld photon brain from his bag...

At this moment, in various corners of different countries, countless people were synchronizing to cooperate, all strangers to each other. But from a high-level panoramic perspective, the actions of these individuals, when combined, were enough to shock the entire world.

Ever since Huang Yi surrendered mysteriously and Miyamoto Musashi won the individual championship, the Martial Arts Guild’s stock price had soared by double! But unknown to all, the biggest winner was Huang Yi!

Three days ago, he had the organization sell all the Hero Guild stocks at their peak price, profiting fourteen trillion US dollars, then aggressively bought into the then-cheap Martial Arts Guild stocks!

The Martial Arts Guild’s ownership structure was extremely fragmented, with many small shareholders and no particularly large stakeholders, rendering it easily susceptible to hostile takeovers. The organization behind Huang Yi had bought a 63% stake in the Martial Arts Guild through agencies and individuals scattered across the world. They were, in a strict sense, the new owners of the Martial Arts Guild.

They had spent seven trillion US dollars to buy these 63% of the stocks, and now, the value of those stocks had exceeded thirteen trillion US dollars. In just a few days, they had doubled their profits!

Now, as the Martial Arts Guild’s stock price was in a state of mad ascension, mirroring the bright future of Miyamoto Musashi, Huang Yi knew that this momentum was about to plummet, and the turning point was controlled by them, manipulated by them!

Now that they had pumped the Martial Arts Guild’s stock to its peak, it was time to sell!

Thanks to the efforts of members of the organization spread around the world, in just one hour, they sold off that 63% share of Martial Arts Guild stocks, netting more than twelve trillion US dollars, slightly below the market price! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to provide recommendation tickets and monthly tickets at Starting Point (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)