Realm of Myths and Legends

The first things that jumped out at Champion were several healing and mana potions.

The majority of the potions were Medium-Grade. More surprisingly, there were even a couple of High-Grade potions, which could cost up to one gold coin each.

Just the potions alone were worth a small handful of gold coins, but that was not all the bag included.

"This is...!" Champion's jaw dropped in disbelief when his eyes landed on the two items at the bottom of the bag.

Pills—there were actually pills inside the reward bag they received!

Not just any ordinary grade one pills, but a grade-two and a grade-three pill!

The combined cost of those pills easily tripled that of the potions' overall value.

Champion did not know the exact amount, but based on some information he heard passed around, it was probably close to 50 gold coins. And that was considered a rather conservative price point.

Regardless, at minimum, the bag was worth anywhere between 60 to 100 gold coins.

Even if one used the bare minimum of 60 gold coins, with the current conversation rate, the cost was approximately 10,500 RMB!

With 39 players present, assuming everyone received the same bag, the cost 2,340 gold coins.

This meant that the person in front of him just casually handed out 416,520 RMB like it was nothing. This was not something the average player, whose entire in-game net worth was only around 10 to 20 gold coins, could afford.

"He said his name was Izroth, right? Why does it sound like I've heard that name somewhere before?" Champion thought to himself with furrowed brows.

For some reason, Izroth's name seemed familiar to him; however, he could not remember where he heard it from.

Despite his fame among the top guilds and high-level players, Izroth's name was still fairly unknown in RML.

The vast majority were not like the top guilds. They did not pay much mind to the world announcements. And, even if they did in that moment, they had no reason to remember the names that appeared.

Therefore, in many regards, Izroth was still fairly unknown despite his several breathtaking achievements. That being said, his name had already started to reach and stick to more players after the bounty he set on players from the Headhunter Syndicate.

As Champion was lost in his excitement and thoughts, the others players who joined the 9th Division were having similar reactions.

"Hey, is this for real...?" One of the players muttered in disbelief.

"If this is just considered a welcome gift, I wonder what we'll get for standing out."

"I didn't want to say anything, but I was a bit suspicious of their intentions. After this, even if they ask me to lead the charge, I won't hesitate."

"Huh? When did I get a new war objective?"

"Eh? You received one as well?"

As the players spoke among one another, they wasted no time consuming the pills.

A few of them feared Izroth might suddenly change his mind after realizing the value of what he had just given away. However, if Izroth knew they had such thoughts, he would only shake his head. Was he so cheap as to take back something he had handed out? More importantly, it was only a few hundred thousand RMB. If he made a fuss over something like that, wouldn't he be too shameless?

After seeing other players consume the pills, others began to mimic their actions.

Once they consumed the pills, a refreshing aura washed over them. In addition, the world around them became increasingly vivid. Small details that previously went unnoticed suddenly entered their sense of perception.

Also, the fatigue they built up after enduring Izroth's Soul Pressure was no longer anywhere to be found. It was as though they had obtained a new second wind on life itself.

"Amazing... Was this place always so full of life?" One of the players said to themselves.

"Just a moment ago, it was tiring just standing up straight. Now, I feel like I can suddenly run a marathon."

"I wasn't so sure of it at first, but... Can he be that Izroth?" One of the more informed players commented.

"I also didn't want to say anything; however, it's a little hard to ignore, right? If he is, one thing's for sure. We may have just hit the jackpot."

Forget the reward bag. As long as they left a good impression and formed close ties with Izroth, they could potentially earn enough to make the stuff in the reward bag look like trash on the side of a road!

...

A few minutes later, once the players' initial excitement died down, most of them realized that the moment they joined the 9th Division, a new war objective had appeared for them.

The strange thing about this war objective was that it did not give them the chance to accept or decline. But, the majority of them simply wrote it off as something typical. After all, many of those present had not received that many war objectives due to being members of the General Support Unit.

Regardless, compared to the previous war objectives they've done, this one provided a lot more contribution points and rewards.

Since the war objective was for all those under his command and could not be declined, Izroth knew that there would be some questions. That's why so that there were no misunderstandings, Izroth decided to explain the situation to those present.

He did not go into details about the representative meeting but instead focused on their main goal and plans concerning the upcoming battle.

By the time Izroth finished going over everything, the new members of the 9th Division were left speechless.

They were just a small division of fewer than fifty players, yet such an important task was left in their hands.

It was no wonder this person had that test and rewarded everyone so well. If he could pull this off, the amount of contribution points and recognition he would receive outside of the war objective would be astronomical!

However, could they truly pull something so insane?

They were not guild members who were used to fighting with each other. Their division had also just been formed without any kind of teamwork, which created an air of uncertainty.

Not to mention, each life in the event was precious, seeing as how they were limited. Would they even survive under the conditions he mentioned?

Izroth could sense the uneasiness and anxiousness within the group of players. But, he did not blame them.

What he was intending to achieve was something even a well-trained division with all its members would have a near impossible time accomplishing. And, even if they were successful, the chances of that division being wiped out were infinitely close to 100%.

Nevertheless, Izroth was confident in Niflheim and Menerva's abilities to manage the players under them. And, of course, Izroth was confident in his own strength.

"If there are any other questions, you can direct them to the Lieutenant you've been assigned to," Izroth announced.

He paused for a moment and then continued, "I know that some of you may have a few reservations about what we plan to do. I also know that these plans are coming from those you've just met today. However, I will make a promise to all of you right now. While I cannot guarantee your survival with absolute certainty, no matter what happens, we will do everything in our power to make sure that each and every one of you survives until the very end. All we ask for in return is that you follow the orders we give without fault."

"Just so you understand my sincerity, if there is anyone among you who wishes to leave the 9th Division now, I won't try to stop you, nor will I hold it against you. You may even keep the rewards you've received. But, if you do choose to leave, you will one day come to regret it. I intend to make the 9th Division the strongest division in not just the General Support Unit but among all the war branches. The only question is, who wants to reach that place with us?" Izroth declared as he swept his gaze out across the crowd of players.

At first, there was a lingering silence. But, not a single person moved from where they stood.

Then, a few seconds later, a voice roared from the group of players and said, "I will follow the 9th Division!"

The person who spoke up just now was none other than Champion.

At the moment, there was a serious expression on Champion's face with a look of fearsome determination in his eyes.

For some reason, Champion believed that Izroth was not joking when he said he planned to make them the strongest division among the war branches.

It was not just the items he obtained as a reward that convinced him of this but rather Izroth himself as well as those who already followed him.

Champion had not seen Menerva in action; however, he did catch a glimpse of Niflheim's skills when they first met.

If such a person was willing to follow someone else, then perhaps... Just maybe, what he said was genuine.

Not long after Champion spoke, another voice echoed from the group of players.

"I'll follow the 9th Division!"

Soon enough, a series of chants rang throughout the surroundings as the crowd of players became caught up in the moment as the entire atmosphere shifted.

"I'll follow the 9th Division!"

"I'll follow the 9th Division!"