Black Tech Internet Cafe System

”Yes, My Lord!” Peable said loudly, ”I think the so-called Origins Internet Club and the mystical realm named World of Warcraft have affected people’s normal life and work like poison. People even secretly watched the Spiritual Spell Visual Projection during work time right under the nose of their superiors. It’s horrible! Besides, its influence even extended to the aristocrats in the distant Orc Kingdom.”

”We can take use of it and ask the owners of the workshops, union presidents, kings, and leaders to ban everything about this mystical realm.

”Otherwise, the workshops will go bankrupt, and the kingdoms will decline and go corrupt sooner or later!

”Of course, I don’t think it’s proper for us to interfere, but with such solid evidence against the shop, we can ask the empires to issue new policies together and make it hard for the customers of the Origins Internet Club to continue their visits to the shop. Before long, no one will take such huge risks and enter the shop run by these damn people from the East Continent.”

”Of course, when they lose their jobs, I don’t think they can afford to enter that place,” Peable laughed while saying.

”Eh-hum…” St. Dulan nodded and said, ”Do as you see fit. If you have questions, I’m always here for you.”

”Don’t worry, My Lord,” Peable sneered, ”I’m not a clown like Luther.”

…

”Ah… Achoo!” Mr. Fang exited from the game and did a big stretch before sneezing for no reason.

”Lately, I have a feeling that some people are talking about me…” Mr. Fang rubbed his nose and thought for a moment. Then, he gave up this futile effort after being unable to come up with an explanation. ”Maybe some pretty girls miss my handsome face even though I seldom go out…”

The System was at a loss for words, but it wanted to strongly detest what the ordinary-looking Mr. Fang had said. It seemed like he had no idea of what was going on.

Obviously, without any acute senses, the players in the shop didn’t realize that danger was getting close to them.

As time went on, many players had passed all the instances of Scarlet Monastery.

Even Commander Elven, who had probably joined a party due to some friendly deals, had luckily got the much-coveted Deadman’s Hand, one of the few purple epic items in World of Warcraft.

”I’ve graduated from Scarlet Monastery…” Lounging in his computer chair, Commander Elven looked idle.

”Commander…” At this moment, a paladin of the Golden Griffin Knight Legion got close to him and said, ”Now that you’ve gotten such good equipment, should we go to Southshore and kill the despicable Horde people who keep ambushing our Alliance people who are doing quests?”

”Good idea!” Commander Elven’s eyes lit up.