Chapter 117: Title (1)
The administrator of the community ascended, having gained the power of the [Demon King].
In the wake of this shocking news, the continent was stunned as the Demon King performed a grand miracle.
This was more than just a mere title.
Titles bestowed by the GM carried profound meanings, granting powers befitting their names.
Albus, finding it absurd, initially dismissed the rumors, yet the strange tale began to spread rapidly, gaining momentum as an undeniable truth.
If the [Demon King] possessed such power, how strong would titles like [God of War] or [Hero] be?
The newfound anticipation grew intense, directed toward acquiring new means of ascension, and people began gathering in hopes of obtaining a title and becoming like the [Demon King].
“Hey, there’s nothing!”
“Why?”
However, unlike before, all the limited titles available in Rudera Pang had vanished.
It was because Albus had removed the source, concerned about the feverish obsession taking over Rudera Pang.
***
- Announcement Regarding Titles
Around this time, the [Demon King] posted a message in the community.
The post claimed that the GM’s will had bestowed titles across Rudera, allowing only those deemed worthy to obtain them.
“If you discover a title first, you can become the GM’s chosen champion!”
Eyes across the continent turned toward Rudera.
“Has the situation calmed down…?”
After reading the post that Demon King Diana had uploaded and observing players’ reactions, Albus sighed in relief.
As an unintended resolution for deceiving the Demon King, Alia, a wise senior god, advised him to act as if the belief was true.
If he felt that his lie had sullied a follower, as the master, he should transform that lie into reality.
The moment he heard it, Albus felt clarity washing over him.
If the Demon King had built an irreversible foundation of divinity based on a mistaken belief, then he simply needed to make it real.
The Demon King’s misunderstanding—that the GM had personally granted her a title and entrusted her with a mission to use it carefully—was indeed grave.
And the GM’s title represented [Qualification], symbolizing the GM’s agents.
In that case, why not turn the titles into content?
Players were already fixated on the concept.
What if he made the titles like a hidden class, a treasure that players had to search for?
A trial would be conducted, directly led by the GM, to select those who would serve as the GM’s agents.
The Demon King’s misunderstanding would become the truth, and instead of merely gathering capable pawns, he could recruit true subordinates for Rudera.
Thanking Alia, Albus parted ways with her and relayed his will directly to the Demon King, prompting her to post an announcement.
“Those who possess [Qualification] shall find it if they seek. Search well. Everything in this world exists there.”
As Albus had intended, the [Demon King] took comfort in the belief that the GM was taking decisive action, and the players reacted with overwhelming enthusiasm.
The fever that had overheated Rudera Pang began to cool, with those engrossed in the same pursuit now returning to Rudera.
“A treasure hunt, huh. How should I go about hiding it?”
With excitement brewing in his heart over how to engage the players, Albus smiled.
Little did he realize then that this title system would escalate into something much greater.
***
Outside of Rudera
Tap tap tap.
Inside a hastily constructed black shack that mimicked a Rudera space, Empress Lea typed furiously on a black keyboard.
“This time… it will succeed.”
Under the banner of overthrowing the GM, she had gathered [Liberators].
With the power of her skilled allies, they had managed to find a means to partially infiltrate the Rudera system, which allowed them to covertly access Rudera’s messaging system from outside.
If they could seize this system, which could broadcast messages across the entire continent, they could expose the GM’s wickedness and dismantle the unyielding fortress of misguided faith surrounding him.
Driven by such thoughts, the Liberators exhausted every available resource to breach the messaging system’s security.
For the first time, the Empress who had led the Empire to its zenith awakened to the power of love, a strength so overwhelming that it succeeded in cracking the Ludera Guard, the security system directly created by the Guide.
They had gained access to the GM’s great power—the messaging system, unrestricted by location!
At that point, the Liberators were hopeful that it wouldn’t take long to reveal the GM’s wickedness.
But then…
Ding!
[Rudera Pang]
!@#$!@#$ has invited you! Check it out now!
-> View Details
[Rudera Pang]
!@#$!@#$ has invited you! Check it out now!
-> View Details
[Rudera Pang]
!@#$!@#$ has invited you! Check it out now!
-> View Details
The message system, usually empty enough to enter without issue, was now flooded with strange messages.
“What the hell is this?!”
“There are too many messages! We can’t even approach it!”
Even the god who managed the world had to run around frantically, trying to cool down the overheating system and maintain the world’s capacity.
For mere mortals, there was nothing to be done.
All they could do was wait and hope that this storm of messages, this calamity, would pass.
“Has it… stopped?”
After a long while, as [the Demon Lord] displayed a miracle on the community and posted a notice, the Liberators confirmed that the message system had finally quieted down.
Now, they could finally enter!
This was why Empress Lea, pouring all her transcendent magic into it, began hacking into Rudera’s system with all her might.
Tat-tat-tat.
After a long stretch of typing furiously on the enchanted hacking tool keyboard she created—
“It… it worked…!”
Lea successfully penetrated Rudera’s message system, gaining partial access to it.
She couldn’t fully manipulate the system at will, but she could at least send a broadcast message to everyone.
“That’s more than enough.”
It was all the access she needed to achieve her goal.
“It’s been a long time… a time of endless humiliation.”
Using up all the resources she’d gathered, she finally carved out a path.
But that path had been blocked by the overflowing messages, wasting both time and resources.
But—
She couldn’t afford to waste this precious moment while the GM lay dormant, unable to interfere freely.
With all her effort and persistence, she finally succeeded.
“Now that we have the GM’s propaganda tool in our hands, the entire continent will know the GM’s true nature.”
Lea intended to reveal, in the form of messages, how the evil god GM had ravaged the continent.
To break down and dismantle the GM’s religion.
And then…
She would reclaim her beloved, whom the GM had imprisoned.
Vrrr…
Lea’s access to the system came to life.
The malicious pamphlets she had meticulously crafted about the GM were converted into messages and began to spread.
In this world, there was no awareness of fake news or false information.
No matter how blatantly false these documents were, most people across the continent were in a state to believe or at least consider them.
Ding.
“What’s this? Another invitation message? Ugh, I’m so sick of this.”
Blocked.
Ding.
“It’s from someone I don’t know… Well, there’s no reason to keep playing Rudera Pang.”
Blocked.
Ding.
“A message? How annoying! I need to earn the GM’s title!”
Blocked.
Messages sent by Lea, filled with hope, were quickly blocked before they could have any impact.
“…Huh?”
There wasn’t even a ripple.
Amazingly, no one paid attention at all.
The players, strangely hostile, didn’t even read the messages.
Most of them just blocked Lea’s account.
“No, this can’t be…!”
The access she had fought so hard to obtain only allowed her to send mass messages.
If her account was blocked, there was nothing more she could do.
“I’ll… I’ll send it again!”
Ding.
“Stop bothering me.”
Blocked.
Ding.
“Why do you keep sending these?”
Blocked.
Even the few players who hadn’t yet blocked her account grew irritated at the repeated notifications and hit the block button.
“…I failed.”
Lea collapsed, utterly drained.
She hadn’t considered that players were already fed up with the flood of invitation messages from Rudera-Pang and wouldn’t even bother to read any messages.
“I failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed, failed…”
This wasn’t just a simple failure.
It was a critical defeat, the failure of an operation that had consumed significant resources—a fortress in the war to reclaim her darling.
Grit.
This wouldn’t do.
It seemed…
It wasn’t the time to be picky about methods.
Lea leaned back in her chair, reading the report from Akuyuham, who had infiltrated among the Liberators.
Sip.
Taking a slow sip of the coffee in her cup.