Chapter 471: The Starry Sky Organization
On the carriage, Zhou Ning opened the forum, and sure enough, the game section was filled with posts about him. Players from Nathaniell had also begun showing off; just like the players in Darkland, they too had learned all sorts of flashy skills. Before, they could only watch—now they could finally show off themselves.
"Holy crap, I'm so hyped today! I got a close-up photo with Wayne Sturwell! Photo.jpg."
"Check out how smooth and powerful this move looks! Even I can't believe that's me—damn, I look awesome!"
"Friends from other countries, let me see the envy on your faces!"
They recorded all kinds of short battle videos; if they had nothing to show off about players, they showed off fighting monsters instead. They were unbelievably happy, and their snarky taunts made players from surrounding nations like the Byron Republic feel miserable. They were closer to the Bryston Kingdom—so why weren't they the ones having fun?
Zhou Ning could only express that he felt helpless too.
Aside from that, the hottest topic was Sunken Star Beneath the Water spending twenty thousand Vecktas to buy the Phoenix Battle Suit and a firearm.
Even though the cash-to-Vecktas rate had dropped from the peak 1:250 to around 1:200, twenty thousand Vecktas still amounted to roughly four million yuan—simply outrageous.
And this was nothing. In later generations, many weapons would exceed this price. The most expensive one was a staff coveted by every fire mage, capable of increasing all fire spells by two levels. It sold for two hundred thousand Vecktas—ten times the current price.
No matter what, Zhou Ning's appearance this time caused a phenomenon-level sensation. Not only did players in Nathaniell celebrate, but players in other countries were filled with envy and jealousy, and many were planning to head for Nathaniell.
Zhou Ning shook his head with a smile and looked out the carriage window.
Compared with a familiar modern city, if Darkland were the size of Chengdu, then Nathaniell would be roughly the size of Changsha—smaller by one-fourth to one-fifth. And just like Darkland, the city also had four weather-shifting zones, with frequent thunderstorms, hurricanes, and even acid rain.
Because the two cities shared the same origin, Nathaniell also had mine-tunnel subways, though its system and network were even more complete than Darkland's, reaching nearly every part of the city.
After about twenty minutes, Zhou Ning jumped off the carriage in front of the reception center. He adjusted his top hat, confirmed the direction of the Adventurers' Reception Center, and pushed the door open.
In the Bryston Kingdom, the guild's name was written in ancient Falric as c?0?0ligum, meaning the gathering of manpower. But in the more law-oriented West Falric Kingdom, the guild's conservatism, xenophobia, and monopolistic tendencies did not align with the Church's interests, causing guilds to gradually become marginalized. There, they were abbreviated as ?0?0rgrzil, meaning the organization of manpower, commonly referred to simply as an "organization."
Organizations could house far more people, but their permissions were more limited than those of guilds. For example, one had to reach organization level 5 to purchase a base.
Adventurer organizations and guilds were jointly overseen by the Church of the War God and the Austerity Church—independent yet intertwined.
Because the guild region had changed, he needed to come here to re-certify his guild in Nathaniell, converting the guild into an organization. Only then could the Starry Sky Guild operate within the West Falric Kingdom and apply for adventurer missions here.
This was crucial for raising the organization's level and achieving his next goal.
At the entrance, a notice stated that arguing was strictly forbidden—perhaps encouraging people to settle disagreements with fists instead of words. The guild was lively and noisy; compared with the Darkland Adventurer Guild, this one was smaller. Seven or eight tables stood in the center, and various adventurer-looking individuals were exchanging information in low voices.
It looked more like a gathering of scholars than adventurers.
In the relatively quiet atmosphere, Zhou Ning walked toward the central counter.
He pulled out a stool and sat down, tapped the table lightly, looked at the staff member, and said with a smile, "I'm an adventurer from Bryston. I'd like to certify my guild information."
The staff member returned a friendly smile. "Hello, my name is Blake. May I have your name?"
"My name is Wayne Sturwell," Zhou Ning replied with a smile.
As soon as he spoke, several gazes turned toward him. Most people froze for a moment, their eyes lingering on his face for two seconds as if trying to confirm something.
Naturally, the portrait and news from the newspapers of the past few days surfaced in their minds:
Wayne Sturwell—the man who hunted down a god!
Immediately, they withdrew their gazes as though pricked by needles, not daring to look at Zhou Ning again, afraid it would be taken as provocation.
These days, news of Wayne Sturwell's arrival in Nathaniell had spread like wildfire. His appearance, clothing, and legendary exploits had circulated everywhere adventurers, pirates, and church members gathered.
After learning about the great incident in Darkland, many also heard about Wayne Sturwell's legendary feats and abilities. Rumor had it he had a bad temper—so bad that when he got angry, he even killed a king. And the battle between the demigod and the angel in the Motley Archipelago days earlier also seemed related to him.
He sounded like an extremely dangerous man.
Blake swallowed hard and chuckled nervously. "I've heard of you. It's an honor to serve someone as powerful as you. For someone like yourself, unnecessary steps can be skipped. Just provide your identification and the organization's name. It'd be best if you could also show your professional badge—I need to verify your identity."
Another one asking him to prove who he was… Zhou Ning's mouth twitched slightly. He pushed forward his predecessor's identification plate and the Wings of Heaven's Predation professional badge. "The organization is called Starry Sky. The name stays the same."
After checking them, Blake retrieved a form from a drawer behind him. He handed it to Zhou Ning with a sincere smile.
"Welcome, Mr. Sturwell. Please sign here."
Zhou Ning nodded and pushed the completed form back to him. After Blake checked it carefully, he stamped it and handed back the copy. "Congratulations. Your adventurer organization has now been certified. Your adventurer level remains at Level 3. In Nathaniell, your organization currently ranks 123rd."
"Thanks," Zhou Ning replied. Normally, this procedure would take one or two days—but with some face recognition, it only took less than five minutes.
As a man with 8 points of legendary reputation, he often saved effort in faction dealings. This treatment had become normal.
On the game interface, the Starry Sky Guild panel quietly changed:
Starry Sky Organization
Organization Level: 3
Total Capacity: 180/280 (Converting from a guild to an organization increased capacity by 50)
Completed Commissions: 197
Organization Locations: Darkland / Nathaniell
Record: Major missions include Tracking the Lost Traveler and Searching for the Life Core; minor missions omitted for now
Founder: Wayne Sturwell
Founded: February 18, 1452
Evaluation: A mid-sized organization gradually rising to prominence. Its leader is the legendary gunman Wayne Sturwell, and its members include strong figures like Richie Burke and Ignatius Woods. Highly promising.
Done!
Zhou Ning let out a breath, headed for the area on the left, and began checking the adventurer organization's missions.
His current plan was to take on as many high-reward missions as possible—raising the organization's level while seeking advanced specializations and collecting templates and descent cards.
Since he needed to hunt the souls of thirty-six sinners, Zhou Ning paid especially close attention to bounty missions. Even if there were missions with a universally acknowledged 100% fatality rate—like assassinating a pirate general—he would accept them without hesitation.
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