37: Chapter 37 Someone's not going to be able to sleep tonight.

The game "three generals kill" used a so-called rolling server model, opening a new server every day, and over time, the surrounding servers would merge.

Also, every cross-server event divided a certain number of surrounding servers into a group, so naturally, it wasn't a true server-wide ranking.

The production team knew the difference between earning the price of one bowl of rice and the price of a hundred bowls.

Therefore, as long as you played long enough, the few guilds that usually competed in cross-server events would eventually end up on the same server.

After a server had been open for a while, the stabilized player base would be left with two or three hundred people, which was the scale of six or seven guilds (40 people per guild).

In this kind of cross-server competition, the total number of participants was about a thousand, and when it wasn't intense, you could reach the top by spending seventy or eighty thousand.

Today was the last day of the celebration event, and it was a big day for the Brotherhood.

Today was the day they would reach the top under the gaze of everyone.

After ten o'clock tonight, that top line of the leaderboard would bear the name of their guild.

Every one of them believed this firmly.

After all, with a total of 110 packs of 648, plus the free materials from full activity, how could they lose?

"There shouldn't be any accidents tonight, right?"

"Impossible. I created alt accounts in the nearby servers to check, and there aren't any big spenders."

"Don't let someone steal the win. Isn't there someone who's been going against our guild lately? They seem to have spent a lot of money too."

"Don't kid yourself. That person used to be a small free-to-play player who just spent a few thousand on a whim. They're just a nobody."

"When we dump our 110 packs of 648 at the end, it'll be like Mount Tai crushing down. It won't matter who comes along!"

At this moment, with five minutes left until settlement, the Brotherhood group chat was exceptionally lively.

Every person in the guild had cleared this time slot early and was staring intently at their phones.

The moment of reaching the top would be the most wonderful, and the system's cross-server announcement and the limited-time cross-server chat would be the best celebration for them.

Some of them also aroused the dissatisfaction and curiosity of their families.

"Play, play, play! You're such a grown man, still playing mobile games. Even your son is more promising than you!"

Jiang Qin glanced at the "tigress" at home and didn't dare to retort.

But the "tigress" didn't seem to want to let him off easily. "You're spending thousands on a crappy game. Everything on the internet is virtual. What do you think you can get out of it?"

"I get happiness! Our guild is going to reach the top tonight. The feeling of having thousands of people from several surrounding servers under our feet—isn't that satisfying?"

"Thousands of people? What kind of thing is that? Let me see."

The scene at Jiang Qin's house was like a microcosm of what was happening in many other Brotherhood members' homes.

They held the materials they had already exchanged, had Weixun voice chat open, and were just waiting for the guild leader's command at the last moment to dump all their materials together.

If they acted too early, they would alert the enemy, and other guilds might get carried away and drive the total amount up indefinitely.

Only by striking at the very last moment, delivering a thunderous blow to seal the deal, was it the most cost-effective and secure way.

Time inched toward the final moment, and the Brotherhood's group voice chat fell silent at the guild leader's request.

Zhao Xiaoshuai opened the celebration event interface.

The Moyu Society was just a laid-back guild; everyone else was free-to-play, only contributing free materials obtained through activity.

This way, they could barely stay within the guaranteed ranking to get the most basic rewards.

There were very few people online at this moment because this was an event that had nothing to do with them; only a few people who liked to watch the commotion were online.

[Buddy, are you coming online to watch the show?]

Only Recharging a Billion Points a Day: [Coming online to take first place for fun.]

[Good! I was originally going to make a move, but since you're going for it, brother, I'll leave this opportunity to you!]

Another bystander also joked: [I just love how you guys talk nonsense with such a straight face.]

Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhao Xiaoshuai stopped getting distracted.

As an old player, this wasn't his first time with such an event; the game would hold something similar during every major holiday.

This time it was a cake, next time it would be hot pot, and the time after that, it would be something else.

So, he was very familiar with the mechanism of continuously stacking material quantities.

To enhance the sense of participation, the act of adding event materials wasn't the type where you clicked once, entered a number, and threw them all out at once.

Instead, you clicked to throw one, and if you held it down, the quantity would gradually accumulate—one, ten, a hundred, a thousand... continuously stacking with larger and larger quantities.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaoshuai held down the long string of paid materials he had already bought and didn't let go.

At this time, there were occasional small changes on the event leaderboard, and some guilds that were gradually unable to restrain themselves began to make their moves one after another.

However, the top three hadn't changed; the first place was a guild that had upgraded their cake to level eight, and the second place was only at level seven.

With three seconds left until the end of the event, the first-place guild, for the sake of security and under the leadership of their big brother, upgraded the cake to level nine.

Sure enough, the guild that was in second place just now had also secretly upgraded their cake to level eight, wanting to overtake them at the last moment.

"I expected as much. It should be stable now."

In the very next second that the first-place guild relaxed their vigilance, the Brotherhood rose abruptly, charging all the way from outside the top ten.

Level six, level seven, level eight, level nine... level ten!

The first level-ten cake of the cross-server celebration was born!

The Brotherhood had completed a beautiful counterattack!

There was only one second left; the original first-place guild, having been outsmarted, couldn't make up for it even if they wanted to.

They could only spend the rest of the night in frustration.

The Brotherhood's group voice chat had already erupted in excited celebration, and some of the impatient ones had already started typing in the cross-server chat box.

Meanwhile, on the cross-server individual contribution leaderboard, the name Taowu was at the top, and after settlement, they would receive generous rewards such as the limited-edition avatar frame [One Throw to Rule the World].

The person wearing that title would be the coolest kid in the cross-server chat.

"Wife, look! We are the champions!"

The "tigress" at Jiang Qin's house glanced at it. "Your guild is called Moyu? That sounds silly."

Jiang Qin was stunned. "You don't even recognize the characters? Our guild is clearly called Brotherhood..."

He widened his eyes, looking at the leaderboard after the event ended in disbelief.

"What the f***, how is this possible!!"

At this moment, the first place on the final leaderboard was the Moyu Society.

Second place was their Brotherhood.

And on the individual contribution leaderboard, the name Taowu had fallen to second place, and the first-place name was Only Recharging a Billion Points a Day.

Moreover, his contribution value was more than double that of Taowu.

The Brotherhood's group voice chat was silent.

Even though they had taken second place in the cross-server event, they couldn't be happy at all.

The rewards for first place were nearly double that of second, along with the exclusive limited-edition avatar frame and title, and the glory enjoyed solely by the first place in the cross-server chat.

All of this had nothing to do with them anymore.

The greater the expectation, the greater the disappointment.

Furthermore, many people had left their guilds to try and mooch off the so-called first-place rewards.

They had lost all face.

What was even more embarrassing was that several fast-handed people had already sent the text they had prepared into the cross-server chat.

[I will reach the top of the peak, and view all the mountains as small. Today, my Brotherhood reaches the top. Who agrees, who opposes?]

Now, that brother had already used a name change card in a hurry and logged out of the game.

In the guild group chat, which was usually bustling with activity, it remained silent for a full ten minutes before someone broke the atmosphere.

Taowu: "My party hasn't ended yet; I just came out to catch my breath. Brothers, has your party started yet?"