Online Game: My Decay Drives the Entire Server Crazy

Chapter 33 dungeon bosses are all dead, and the supply of materials to the Heavenly Temple is cut off.Qin Wentian’s capital chain had broken, but he didn’t admit defeat. He still had one last card—the dungeon hunting teams.

Heavenly Temple had monopolized the material drops from all high-difficulty dungeons in the main city for some time now. Over a dozen hunting teams, each with twenty people, worked in twenty-four-hour shifts to farm dungeons, producing materials worth millions of gold coins every day. This was Heavenly Temple’s final cash flow and Qin Wentian’s only hope for a comeback.

”As long as we hold the dungeons, the materials will remain in our hands,” Qin Wentian said to Po Jun, ”that Lin Ye’s hidden mine will eventually run dry. Once he finishes mining, the market will be ours again.”

Po Jun hesitated for a moment: ”But that Lin Ye’s Talent...”

”No matter how strong his Talent is, can he clear all the dungeons by himself?” Qin Wentian sneered. ”There are twelve high-difficulty dungeons in the main city, scattered across different maps. How many can he guard alone?”

Po Jun thought that made sense, nodded, and went to arrange the hunting teams.

But what he didn’t know was that Lin Ye didn’t need to guard anything—he only needed to cause destruction.

That afternoon, Lin Ye, accompanied by Su Qinghan and Fatty Wang, appeared at the entrance of the main city’s first high-difficulty dungeon—[Abyssal Mine].

This dungeon was one of the most important material sources for the main city, producing large amounts of iron ore, copper ore, and rare gems. Heavenly Temple’s Hunting Team One was stationed here, led by a level 25 warrior with the ID ”Heavenly Temple - Iron Fist,” who was ranked in the top two hundred server-wide.

Iron Fist’s expression changed when he saw Lin Ye: ”What are you doing here?”

Lin Ye smiled: ”Farming the dungeon. What, not allowed in?”

Iron Fist gritted his teeth, wanting to stop him but not daring to. The shadow of being wiped out last time still lingered, and his underlings behind him all shrank back, none daring to step forward.

”Let him in,” Iron Fist waved his hand. ”What can a rookie in his 20s even farm?”

Lin Ye led Su Qinghan and Fatty Wang into the dungeon. Ten minutes later, they came out.

Iron Fist went up to take a look and was stunned—Lin Ye’s level had risen from 32 to 33, and his backpack was bulging, clearly filled with quite a few items.

”You... you finished farming?” Iron Fist asked, stuttering.

Lin Ye shrugged: ”Otherwise? Sleeping inside?”

He left, leaving Iron Fist alone, stunned on the spot. Iron Fist hurriedly led his people to rush into the dungeon—the scene before him left him completely dumbfounded.

All the BOSSes in the dungeon had turned into stationary targets. Motionless stationary targets.

They weren’t dead; they were alive but couldn’t move. Their attack power had been reduced to 1, defense reduced to 1, and movement speed, attack speed, and skill effects had all been reduced to 1. They stood in place like sculptures, not even blinking their eyes.

”What... what is this situation?!” Iron Fist went crazy. ”How did the BOSSes become like this?”

He tried to slash the BOSS once—the damage number popped up, only 1. The BOSS’s health bar didn’t budge. He slashed again, still 1. After hacking for ten minutes, the BOSS’s health bar had only dropped by one percent.

”Damn it! That Lin Ye put a debuff on the BOSS! All attributes were reduced to 1!”

The underlings all panicked: ”Then how are we supposed to farm materials? If the BOSS doesn’t drop anything, didn’t we come for nothing?”

Iron Fist’s face turned livid, and he quickly sent a message to Qin Wentian—

[Private Message] Heavenly Temple - Iron Fist: Guild Leader, something happened! That Lin Ye ruined all the BOSSes in [Abyssal Mine]! All their attributes became 1, we can’t fight them at all, and they aren’t dropping materials!

Qin Wentian received the message, his expression changing: ”What?!”

Before he could react, a second message arrived—

[Private Message] Temple of Gods - Berserker: Guild Leader! The BOSS in [Blazing Canyon] has also been ruined! They’ve all turned into stationary targets!

The third one—

[Private Message] Heavenly Temple - Ying Ren: Guild Leader! The BOSS in [Frost Cave] is ruined too! All three BOSSes have turned into stationary targets!

The fourth, fifth, sixth...

In just one short hour, Lin Ye, with Su Qinghan and Fatty Wang, swept through all twelve high-difficulty dungeons in the main city. Every BOSS in every dungeon had been debuffed 500 times by him, their attributes reduced to 1, turning them into stationary targets that could only stand still. Furthermore, he had set ”Directional Material Looting”—all materials dropped by the BOSS could only be picked up by Lin Ye; others couldn’t even see them.

Qin Wentian looked at the messages one by one, his face growing darker. The hunting teams he had spent hundreds of millions of gold coins to build were all useless. Twelve dungeons, not one left.

”That Lin Ye...” he said through gritted teeth, ”is cutting off my roots.”

The underling behind him asked cautiously: ”Guild Leader, should we send people to guard the dungeons? He can’t farm all the dungeons by himself, right?”

Qin Wentian was silent for a few seconds, then sighed: ”It’s useless. The debuff he put on the BOSSes is permanent. Unless it’s cleared, the BOSSes will be stationary targets forever.”

”Then... what about our materials?”

Qin Wentian didn’t speak. He didn’t know what to do either. The materials were gone, the hunting teams were ruined, and the guild members’ wages couldn’t be paid. Heavenly Temple was truly finished.

Meanwhile, Lin Ye was sitting on the third floor of the Commoner Supermarket, counting today’s ”spoils.”

The BOSSes from the twelve dungeons had each dropped a pile of rare materials and top-tier equipment. Over thirty purple items, over a dozen epic items, and even a few golden artifacts. The materials were countless—iron ore, copper ore, silver ore, gold ore, mithril ore, refined gold ore, filling the entire warehouse.

”Brother, we’re rich!” Fatty Wang’s voice changed from excitement. ”These things are worth at least tens of millions of gold coins!”

Lin Ye smiled: ”More than that. Think about it, Heavenly Temple’s hunting teams are ruined, and the material market is empty. We are now the only material supplier. We decide the prices.”

Su Qinghan smiled too: ”You really... calculated everything.”

Lin Ye shrugged: ”It’s not that I calculated it, it’s that Qin Wentian is too stupid. He wanted to monopolize materials, so I let him monopolize them. Once he finished monopolizing, I smashed his monopoly. Now the market is mine.”

Fatty Wang was confused, but he understood one thing— ”Brother, are you going to cause trouble again?”

Lin Ye stood up, walked to the window, and looked towards the direction of the Heavenly Temple headquarters in the distance, his mouth curling into a wicked smile: ”It’s not causing trouble, it’s finishing the job. Qin Wentian’s Heavenly Temple won’t last a few more days.”

Meanwhile, at the Heavenly Temple headquarters, Qin Wentian was slumped in his chair, his eyes unfocused. On the screen in front of him, the number of online guild members was displayed—it had dropped from thousands to hundreds, and now only a little over a hundred remained.

”Guild Leader, another thirty-something brothers have left the guild,” Po Jun said in a low voice. ”They said... said the guild has no future, and they don’t want to waste time.”

Qin Wentian didn’t speak. What else could he say? The materials were gone, the money was gone, and the people were gone. Heavenly Temple was truly finished.

”Guild Leader, why don’t we talk to that Lin Ye?” Po Jun tentatively said. ”Since he can destroy us, he can definitely help us. We can cooperate with him...”

”Cooperate?” Qin Wentian gave a bitter laugh. ”Do you think he will cooperate with me? I banned him, hunted him down, monopolized materials to mess with him, and you think he will cooperate with me?”

Po Jun was silent.

Qin Wentian stood up, walked to the window, and looked towards the Commoner Supermarket in the distance, his eyes complex. He remembered what Lin Ye had said before— ”Guild Leader Qin, let me give you a piece of advice. Whether doing business or playing games, don’t be too greedy. If you’re too greedy, you’re likely to get yourself in.”

”I was wrong,” he said in a low voice. ”I was truly wrong.”

He opened his private messages and sent a message to Lin Ye—

[Private Message] Heavenly Temple Qin Wentian: Ye, let’s talk.

Lin Ye replied instantly—

[Private Message] Ye: Talk about what?

[Private Message] Heavenly Temple Qin Wentian: How do you want to cooperate?

Lin Ye looked at this message, his mouth curling into a wicked smile. He replied—

[Private Message] Ye: Cooperate? Guild Leader Qin, did you get something wrong? It’s you who wants to find me to talk, not me looking for you. I get to set the terms.

The other side was silent.

After a long while, Qin Wentian finally replied—

[Private Message] Heavenly Temple Qin Wentian: What do you want?

[Private Message] Ye: First, Heavenly Temple dissolves. Second, all your assets, including guild territory, shops, and mines, are all transferred to me. Third, you personally become my underling.

The other side was silent for even longer.

[Private Message] Heavenly Temple Qin Wentian: You... you are humiliating me.

[Private Message] Ye: It’s not humiliation, it’s business. If you don’t think it’s worth it, you don’t have to agree. But your guild will be gone tomorrow. You choose.

Qin Wentian looked at this message, his hands trembling. He gritted his teeth, thought for a long time, and finally replied—

[Private Message] Heavenly Temple Qin Wentian: I agree to your terms.

Lin Ye received this message, his mouth curling into a wicked smile. He stood up and said to Su Qinghan and Fatty Wang: ”Let’s go, time to take over Heavenly Temple.”

”Really?” Fatty Wang jumped up in excitement. ”Qin Wentian really agreed to be your underling?”

Lin Ye smiled: ”Not an underling, a worker. His assets, his connections, his experience, are all things we need. With him, our business can grow even bigger.”

Su Qinghan looked at him and couldn’t help but smile: ”You really... turn everything into business.”

Lin Ye shrugged: ”It’s professional.”

The three of them walked out of the Commoner Supermarket and headed towards the Heavenly Temple headquarters. Along the way, casual players saw Lin Ye and cheered—

”Brother Ye is awesome! Heavenly Temple was taken down by you!”

”Brother Ye, you are the savior of casual players!”

”Brother Ye, I’ll follow you from now on!”

Lin Ye smiled and waved at them, like a triumphant general.

When they reached the Heavenly Temple headquarters, Qin Wentian was already waiting at the entrance. Behind him stood the last few dozen core members, all dejected like frost-bitten eggplants.

”You’re here.” Qin Wentian looked at Lin Ye, his eyes complex.

Lin Ye walked up to him and extended his hand: ”Welcome aboard.”

Qin Wentian hesitated for a moment, then shook his hand: ”I lost.”

Lin Ye smiled: ”You didn’t lose, you just picked the right side.”

He turned to look at the casual players behind him and said loudly: ”From today, Heavenly Temple is dissolved. The material market in the main city is now freely traded. Anyone can buy materials at a reasonable price. Anyone can fairly enter dungeons to farm monsters. No one needs to be bullied ever again.”

The casual players erupted in deafening cheers.

Qin Wentian stood to the side, watching this scene, and couldn’t quite describe how he felt. The guild he had spent hundreds of millions to build, months of hard work, was just gone like that. But strangely, he didn’t feel particularly sad. Instead, he felt a sense of relief—no more monopolizing, no more suppressing, no more fighting against that monster.

”Let’s go.” Lin Ye patted his shoulder. ”Let me show you your new office.”

”New office?” Qin Wentian was stunned.

”Fourth floor of the Commoner Supermarket. I saved a room for you.”

Qin Wentian looked at him and couldn’t help but smile: ”You really... planned everything out.”

Lin Ye shrugged: ”It’s professional.”

The two walked side-by-side towards the Commoner Supermarket, followed by Su Qinghan, Fatty Wang, and dozens of former Heavenly Temple core members. The casual players spontaneously followed behind, like a massive procession.

Su Qinghan walked beside Lin Ye and whispered: ”You really... absorbed Qin Wentian.”

Lin Ye smiled: ”Not absorbed, reformed. He was on the wrong path before, now I’m giving him a chance to come back.”

”You really trust him?”

Lin Ye glanced at Qin Wentian walking behind them, his mouth curling into a wicked smile: ”No. That’s why I left a backdoor in him. If he dares to cause trouble, I can ruin him at any time.”

Su Qinghan shook her head speechlessly: ”You really are... wicked to the core.”

Lin Ye smiled and strode towards the Commoner Supermarket.

Meanwhile, Qin Wentian followed behind, looking at Lin Ye’s back, his eyes complex. He didn’t know if his choice was right, but he knew—from today on, this game would no longer be his world.