Chapter 18 Blood Raven's Game tushumi.cc

After hearing the information her husband brought back, Lisa found the Blood Raven Dark Web in one minute and cracked various identity verifications in two minutes, hacking into the website.

The website is filled with a large number of obscene and violent images, all of which are uncensored, and some well-known public figures can also be seen.

As Billis put it, this is an entertainment club for wealthy gentlemen and ladies, where Blood Raven's games offer all sorts of unexpected thrills, from casinos to brawls.

One of the images shows a weathered, burly man being defeated by a little boy with flaxen hair, with odds as high as 10,000 gold coins.

The boy who won the match was clearly not a reincarnated being, but not a human; he was a hybrid orc belonging to the Berserker Raiders, and his two blood-stained axes were their signature weapons.

At this moment, drum music plays on the website, and a dynamic mini-game pops up in the lower right corner, showing a red crow perched on a milk bucket, drinking from it.

The milk bucket didn't contain milk, it contained blood.

This is a wicked little game: the more visits the website receives, the higher the health level in the milk bucket becomes.

"This is very much in line with the style of Blood Raven games."

As Lisa spoke, she cracked another set of identity verifications, and then a row of characters that Earthlings could hardly understand appeared. It was the ancient Fa'an language.

There is nothing she cannot decipher.

Lisa quickly translated the text; it turned out to be the program for new members to participate in the Blood Raven Game. The program prominently displayed the words: "Close your eyes, open your eyes, blood pays homage to you, and endless joy will be brought here."

The Blood Raven website changes every three days, and the game location keeps changing, from taverns to casinos to shooting ranges. In order to avoid the pursuit of the provisional government, they even used dimensional magic, which randomly creates a dimensional space that does not belong to Fa'an. Earthlings usually call it a dungeon.

The Blood Raven game takes place in constantly changing instances, completely undisturbed by external factors.

In addition, members must abide by three major rules.

New members need to be referred by three existing members to participate in the game, and the monthly referral quota is very limited; half of the time it takes to participate in the game...

Reincarnated individuals are not allowed to use substitutes; female members must wear butterfly eye patches, and male members must wear retro masks.

“It seems they’ve taken the most thorough precautions against each member who participates in the game,” Lisa said. “Through the old club…”

A member's recommendation will earn you a game invitation from Blood Raven, which is essentially your ticket to the game.

"Can you replicate these tickets?"

"No, we have no idea what the tickets look like, and there's no information about them on the website."

"In other words, the only way is to steal."

"Let's first go over the whole operation. The Blood Raven Game will be held somewhere in Sawtooth Town, and the entry points are constantly changing."

"The changes require obtaining invitations and masks. The invitations should specify the correct address for the game; the address is a dungeon, and my portal cannot enter it. Participants are not allowed to use substitutes, so the level of danger is self-evident..."

“I know what you want to say, darling, but I won’t let you take that risk.” Billy gently grasped Lisa’s hand.

He raised his arm and said, "This is something a man should do."

“However, this operation is very dangerous for semi-reincarnated individuals. Once we enter that instance, I may not be able to contact you.”

Billy embraced his wife and gave her a warm, loud kiss.

“We are both agents, madam. I know what I’m doing, and you should know what you can’t do. Let’s stick to the old ways, with a clear division of labor. I’ll be in charge of the front lines, and you’ll be in charge of the back office.”

"You really want to bring it back, don't you?"

"After all, that's something I brought back from prison, and a man has to take responsibility for it."

"This is the kind of man I admire."

Lisa bit Billis's lip, and just as Billis was about to hug her tighter, Lisa turned around to prepare other things.

She quickly prepared a pair of contact lenses for Billy, which were not ordinary lenses for nearsightedness, but miniature cameras that allowed users to transmit what they saw on the spot to a computer screen and even have conversations through them.

The second piece of equipment is a set of super-invisible protective armor, which increases both physical and magical resistance.

The third piece of equipment is a magic grenade similar to a black hole bomb, which can destroy dimensional dungeons in emergencies and is specifically designed for escape.

When Billis saw his wife bustling around for him, she suddenly looked rather pitiful.

It was a very conflicted feeling. Billis knew that the lady and that thing would have a repulsive reaction, but even so, he had to bring it back.

This was the first time he felt he had done something to betray his wife.

"Madam, I know you may not like that thing, but I still want to bring it back. Will you forgive me?"

As Lisa typed on the keyboard, she said slowly, "You haven't done anything to wrong me. When you came back from prison with Cocoon in your arms, I knew you already considered her our child."

Billis wanted to cry, and choked out, "Madam, thank God I met you."

"You are my pure love warrior, go, go and bring our child back."

Billis's voice suddenly rose, and he saluted the lady: "Yes, madam!"

The gates of hell opened, and Lisa teleported Billis to Sawtooth Town.

The teleportation point happened to fall between a cowshed and a milking parlor. A goblin with droopy ears was startled, dropped the scale in his hand, and ran away.

Another goblin was stirring a large bowl of cornmeal mixed with skim milk. He smiled at Billy, his breath reeking of alcohol.

You can't find anything quiet in this small town.

Every now and then, a man who's completely drunk will appear.

The women's giggling laughter made the kitchen ceiling tremble.

The children, left unattended, were playing around in the muddy streets as if undergoing training. Stones, branches, and brooms flew through the air as they picked up whatever they could and threw it away, since there was always an endless amount of trash on the ground.

Good night, gentlemen!

"You're doing it wrong, it should be 'Good Morning!'"

"You're all wrong! It's noon now, you should say 'Good afternoon!'"

Three wild children, all under six years old, believed they could best imitate adults. Their game was simple: the one who couldn't imitate well would become the mount of the one who imitated best. It turned out that the one who couldn't imitate well was the son of an orc chieftain. At six years old, he had the weight and height of an adult human, and he would beat anyone who dared to ride him.

"Don't be so lawless and ill-mannered! I'll send you all back to school next year! Let's teach you a lesson!"

As soon as they heard they were going to be sent to school, all the wild children ran away.

This is a stern father with a terrifying face covered in paint, and a fighter totem with old nails and machine parts hanging on it behind him. He must belong to the orc fighters.

Billis planned to spend some time getting acquainted with the town first, and soon discovered that two-thirds of the townspeople were orcs, including goblins, centaurs, fighters, shamans, raiders, and chieftains.

They all liked to dig their houses underground and enjoyed drinking, so every house had a very deep cellar.

The town's perimeter used to be marked by sharp wooden stakes, but those have all been removed, and gas streetlights have been installed in the empty moat.

Orcs don't seem to care much about cleanliness; perhaps what they consider cleanliness is wildness. The town is filled with broken farm machinery, tattered horse harnesses, old trucks, broken tractors, and rotten logs.

Male orcs have no concept of clothing and casually go out wearing only their underwear; they don't expect any outsiders to visit their town.

Such an uncivilized place hides things that the wealthy are passionate about, and they are hidden very well.

A big, clumsy guy noticed the suspicious-looking Billy and immediately followed him, asking, "What do you want to play?"

Why would he ask that? Either he's not very bright, or the big idiot knows he's here to find Blood Raven.

Billis thought for a moment and said, "I want to find a tavern with lots of outsiders, a lively place."

"Oh, speaking of a lot of outsiders, you should definitely go to the Blood Raven Tavern."

"What?" Billis pretended to be stunned for a moment.

"You must try the goat milk wine at the Blood Raven Tavern."

What is goat milk wine?

"We feed sheep wine, and the milk they send out has a wine flavor, so we call it sheep milk wine."

"Are there any other special services there?"

"kindness?"

“I mean, special services, any kind, you know what I mean.” Billis winked at the big, dumb guy.

The big, clumsy guy suddenly realized what was going on. Drooling, he pinched Billy's relatively small buttocks hard, blushing as he asked, "You mean that kind of service?"

Billy was startled: "Hey! Don't get me wrong, I'm not talking about that kind of entertainment! I'm talking about the entertainment of the rich!"

"Then let's go to the White Bear Club."

Which way to go?

"Huh? Isn't it right behind you?"

Beris turned around and looked behind him. Behind him was a deserted, low house with its door always half open. The hinges were broken and it could no longer be turned. The orcs probably didn't intend to fix it and just left it open, ready to welcome customers at any time.