Four Split Personalities

As everyone knows, unlike most online games, the death penalty in The Realm of Innocence is extremely severe.

No matter which player, as long as they are defined as "dead", no matter how long they have played, how much effort they have spent, or how much they have invested, they will truly lose everything. Their profession will be reset to zero, their race will be randomized again, and the levels they painstakingly trained, the reputation they built, and the equipment they acquired will disappear in an instant, leaving only their name and faction behind.

Simply put, it’s almost like having your account deleted.

Other than having a chance to start over with their memories and gaming experience, it is almost no different from actual death.

Of course, this process is not absolute, and there might indeed be some epic or legendary items that can prevent death or exempt players from the penalty to some extent, like the already discovered epic item—"Soul Casket", which allows players to keep their pre-death race, one-third of the levels of any profession, one specialization level and all their reputation after death.

There are also ’Soul Binding’ items that can still be kept when recreating a character, like Motan’s (Orderly Good) Knight’s Manual and Jiawen’s unique legendary "Face of Thousand Faces".

But the problem is, as of now, ninety-nine percent of the players in this game have nothing to do with the above content, and even if they wanted a death-immune artifact or a Soul Binding item, they have no opportunity to acquire them, so for them, death is death, a complete extermination of their current character.

As for Cordova’s current flopping and revival methods, since they are too non-mainstream, they are not worth discussing for now.

In short, none of the people in front of Motan were unaware of how great the price of death was.

With conservative estimates of an eighty to ninety percent death rate, it barely missed being certain death by a fingernail’s breadth.

Even if everyone is not afraid of death, it doesn’t mean everyone is willing to ’suicide’.

Even the bravest person would feel a chill in their heart at the first mention...

Anyway, everyone among the three hundred players in this open space felt that chill...

"I understand everyone’s dilemma very well,"

Motan smiled slightly and spread his hands, "After all, I have also played as hard as all of you for a long time, and because of something... well, in your words, because I ended up flirting with Saint Wang Yu, I almost maxed out my reputation with the Church of the Dawn, and of course, I really, really don’t want to die. You have to understand, living off others is a big dream of mine."

Many people couldn’t help but laugh, feeling that they had closed the gap with this fellow player bigshot quite a bit.

Yu Chen also accidentally laughed out loud, only to kick Motan surreptitiously with the tip of her shoe when she suddenly realized she was that ’meal ticket.’

"So this is neither a command nor a request, but a suggestion,"

Motan, without any air of superiority, scratched his head and spoke in a conversational tone, "Because of the situation, we need a suicide squad of about two hundred people with a very high death rate. Given my current position, I am suggesting this to you all on rational and tactical grounds. If we don’t have enough people, I will also propose the same thing to those Intermediate Professionals and Holy Knights, also recruiting volunteers from a cost-benefit perspective, so you don’t need to feel pressured. If you want to volunteer, volunteer; if not, there are other tasks for you."

A young man in the crowd chuckled dryly, "Hei Fan, are you sure it’s okay to just outright say ’suicide’?"

"No problem, because, barring any surprises, we are indeed going there to die, and even if we successfully reduce the number of Mutants to a certain extent, the first few hundred who face the initial onslaught will hardly survive,"

Motan nodded decisively and then rolled his eyes, "Of course, I could also come up with seventeen or eighteen reasons on the spot, even for a suicide squad, that there is a great chance of survival, just to cheerfully send you all off to your deaths, as long as you don’t go around tarnishing my reputation afterwards."

The half-beast Shamam Tirio Wind Rage laughed heartily, "Hei Fan, little bro, you’re thinking too much. My childhood buddy is in the media, and if you play it like that, I’ll definitely have him get a few hundred trolls to spend half a year slamming you."

The big-bearded Dwarf Priest Stone Music nodded, "I’m that childhood buddy."

Grape gritted her teeth as she looked at her husband and her husband’s good buddy, and said word by word, "Can you two f*cking stop messing around?"

Everyone, including Hei Fan, laughed.

"Cough cough, okay, let’s take a break,"

After the laughter, Motan waved at everyone and shrugged, "In short, that’s the situation, that’s what’s going on, two hundred and sixty slots available. If you’re interested, stick around; if not, you can report to the main forces with Feather Song in a bit. You have five minutes to decide."

After finishing, he suddenly slapped his forehead, "Oh right, although I’ve already mentioned this to everyone before, I’ll mention it here again, the City Lords of Misha County and the Holy Church Union have provided a generous pension for everyone. It’s already set up in the Gold Coin Commerce Association. If anyone dies and recreates a character, you can add Feather Song as a friend to get the account and authentication code, each person gets about five hundred gold coins.