Chapter 59 Qin Wentian completely quits the game, and the Heavenly God Palace is officially disbanded.

On the night the speedrun finals ended, Qin Wentian did not log off. He stood alone in a corner of the Main City Square, staring at the seven-colored glow of the space-time judgment in Lin Ye's hand for a full hour. People came and went across the square; casual players were laughing, playing, and rushing to buy cheap materials. No one noticed him. The former guild leader of the server's top guild stood there like a ghost, without a single person even greeting him.

He opened his character panel. Level 35, a full set of Epic gear, a Legendary weapon, and over three million gold coins left in his bag. Judging by the data, he was still a top-tier player ranked in the top fifty of the server. But he knew this data was meaningless. He couldn't beat Lin Ye—it wasn't just a small gap; they were in different dimensions.

He opened the guild channel. It was empty. The last message was sent three days ago by Po Jun: "Guild Leader, take care." He hadn't replied. He didn't know what to say. Say sorry? He'd said it too many times. Say he was wrong? Even if he was wrong, he couldn't fix it now. Say he missed them? He didn't have the face to say that.

Qin Wentian closed the guild channel and opened his friends list. There were hundreds of names, but most of the avatars were gray. Some had already quit the game, some had deleted him, and some were online but didn't want to talk to him. He scrolled down one by one. When he reached Po Jun's name, he stopped. Po Jun was online, chatting with his brothers in the Dawn Guild's channel. Qin Wentian clicked on Po Jun's private messages, typed a line, then deleted it. Typed again, deleted again. After repeating this a dozen times, he ultimately sent nothing.

He closed his friends list and opened the forum. The forum was filled with posts about the speedrun finals. The top trending post was a video of Lin Ye clearing the dungeon in one minute and one second, which had already surpassed ten million views. The second trending post was a screenshot of the space-time judgment's attributes, with the comment section flooded with "Brother Ye is awesome." The third trending post was: "Qin Wentian spent ten million real-world currency on gear, only to finish dead last." He clicked on that post and looked at the comments below.

Floor 1: Hahaha, ten million for last place. Kai the Leek is officially confirmed.

Floor 2: Not just a leek, he's an idiot. Better to have donated that money to Project Hope.

Floor 3: Stop bashing him, he's miserable enough. Guild's gone, brothers are gone, money's gone.

Floor 4: Miserable? When he was monopolizing materials, why didn't he think about how miserable the casual players were?

Floor 5: Exactly. He deserves it. He brought this on himself.

After reading these comments, Qin Wentian wasn't angry, nor was he sad. Because he knew they were telling the truth. He did deserve it, and he really had brought it on himself.

He closed the forum, logged out of the game, and took off his helmet. The rental room was very dark, with only the indicator lights of the gaming pods flickering. He sat in his chair, looking at the row of gaming pods. Twenty pods, twenty slips of paper, twenty names. Po Jun, Ling Tian, Kuang Zhan, Ying Ren, Mage, Priest, Archer, Assassin, Knight, Summoner... He looked at them one by one, reciting each name aloud.

He remembered when they first founded the guild three years ago; there were only five of them. Five people squatting in the Novice Village square without even a proper guild territory. Back then, Po Jun said: "Guild Leader, one day, we're going to make the Heavenly Temple the number one guild in the server." Ling Tian said: "Guild Leader, I'm sticking with you." Kuang Zhan said: "Guild Leader, I'll hit wherever you point." Ying Ren said: "Guild Leader, you're the only person I'll ever respect in this life."

Back then, he felt like he owned the world. But now he realized that all he owned was data. Money was data, gear was data, and the guild was data. The only things that weren't data were those brothers. But he had turned his brothers into data as well.

Qin Wentian stood up and walked to the first gaming pod. A slip of paper labeled "Po Jun" was stuck to the lid. He reached out, tore the paper off, and crumpled it in his palm. Then he walked to the second pod and tore off "Ling Tian." The third, "Kuang Zhan." The fourth, "Ying Ren." He tore them off one by one until all twenty slips of paper were clenched in his hand.

Then, he opened the server-wide channel and sent a message.

[Server-Wide Channel][Heavenly Temple Qin Wentian]: I, Qin Wentian, am officially quitting gods domain: origin today. The Heavenly Temple is disbanded effective immediately. Thank you to all my brothers for your companionship. The world is vast; may we meet again.

Once the message was sent, the entire server went silent for a moment. Then, it exploded.

[world channel]

[Player "Wocao Wuqing": Qin Wentian quit the game? For real?]

[Player "Brick-Moving Expert": The announcement is out, how could it be fake? The Heavenly Temple is really gone now.]

[Player "Invincible Sword God": Wasn't it already gone? The Heavenly Temple disbanded days ago.]

[Player "Yes Little Follower": It's different. Before, the guild was disbanded, but the person was still here. Now, the person has quit too.]

[Player "Milk Tea Without Sugar": Although Qin Wentian was overbearing in the past, it's a bit bittersweet to see him quit. After all, he was a Legendary figure on the server.]

Qin Wentian looked at the world channel messages but didn't reply. He opened the guild management interface and clicked "Disband Guild." A system prompt popped up—[Are you sure you want to disband the guild [Heavenly Temple]? This operation is irreversible; guild territory, warehouse, and assets will all be cleared.] He clicked "Confirm."

[System Prompt: Guild [Heavenly Temple] has been disbanded. Guild territory has been reclaimed by the system, and guild assets have been cleared. Thank you for your support of gods domain: origin.]

Qin Wentian looked at the prompt and took a deep breath. He stood up, placed the twenty slips of paper one by one back onto the gaming pods, and then turned to walk out of the rental room. He didn't look back, nor did he look at those gaming pods again. Because he knew he wouldn't be coming back.

Meanwhile, Lin Ye was sitting by the third-floor window of the Commoner Supermarket, watching the world channel messages. Su Qinghan stood beside him, also looking at the quit announcement.

"He really quit," Su Qinghan said.

Lin Ye nodded. "He quit."

"Don't you think it's a pity? He actually could have stayed and worked for you."

Lin Ye shook his head. "He couldn't stay. His pride wouldn't allow him to bow his head. He can bow once, but he can't bow for a lifetime. Better to leave than to suffer here. It's better for him, and for us."

Su Qinghan looked at him, silent for a few seconds, then asked, "Do you hate him?"

Lin Ye thought for a moment. "I don't hate him. He just took the wrong path. He's different from Zhao Kai. Zhao Kai is malicious; Qin Wentian is stupid. Malicious people need to be dealt with; stupid people can be taught. But he doesn't want to be taught, so forget it."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked toward the direction of the Heavenly Temple territory. It had already turned into ruins; the system had reclaimed the land, leaving only a few pillars standing. Its former glory had vanished like smoke.

"Fatty," Lin Ye called out.

Fatty Wang ran up from downstairs. "Brother, what's up?"

"Take over the old site of the Heavenly Temple. Open a new material supermarket there."

Fatty Wang was stunned. "Take it over? That place is a ruin now, the system reclaimed it. Can we take it?"

"We can. Find GM Xiao Zhou and have him help with the application. Just say we're doing a business expansion and need that plot of land."

Fatty Wang nodded and ran off to contact GM Xiao Zhou.

Su Qinghan looked at Lin Ye and couldn't help but smile. "You really are something, not even letting Qin Wentian's territory go."

Lin Ye shrugged. "It's professional. He's gone, and the land is just sitting empty. Might as well let me use it to create value for the casual players."

Su Qinghan shook her head with a smile. This man, while claiming to be professional, actually wanted to leave a memento for Qin Wentian. Taking over the old Heavenly Temple site to open a material supermarket wasn't for the money; it was to tell Qin Wentian—your territory is still here. Your people are still here. As long as you come back, there will always be a place for you.

But she didn't say it aloud. Because she knew Lin Ye didn't like being seen through.

The news of Qin Wentian quitting continued to ferment on the forums for several days. Some mocked, some lamented, and some didn't care. But more people were discussing another matter—the Cross-Server Tournament.

[Forum Trending Post]

OP: Qin Wentian has quit, but the Cross-Server Tournament is about to start. The Goryeo War God Temple was shouting in the cross-server channel last time about dealing with Brother Ye. They're definitely going to cause trouble this time.

Floor 1: What's there to fear? Brother Ye has the space-time judgment; his debuff effects are boosted by 50%. Who can beat him?

Floor 2: You can't put it like that. Goryeo War God Temple is the top guild in the Korean Server; their strength is very high. Plus, they have numbers, and Brother Ye is just one person.

Floor 3: Brother Ye isn't alone. He has Sister Qinghan, Fatty, and the brothers from the Commoner Supermarket.

Floor 4: Regardless, the Cross-Server Tournament will definitely be exciting. I can't wait.

Lin Ye looked at the forum discussions, a wicked smile hanging on his lips. The Cross-Server Tournament? That was exactly what he was waiting for.

Su Qinghan walked over and handed him a file. "I've found the intel on Goryeo War God Temple. The Guild Leader is Kim Hyun-tae, level 55, class is Berserker, with top-tier server gear. The Vice Leader is Park Min-ho, level 54, class is Holy Priest, known as the number one healer in the Korean Server. There are also over a dozen core members, all top hundred experts in the Korean Server."

Lin Ye took the file, scanned it, and laughed. "Korean Server's number one healer? Stronger than you?"

Su Qinghan said calmly, "I haven't fought him, so I don't know. But my Purification Spell can't clear your debuffs, and neither can his."

Lin Ye nodded. "That's enough then. If he can't out-heal it, I can kill them."

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the distant lights of the Main City. The night was deep and the starlight was dim. But in the deepest part of the night, a faint purple glow could be seen—that was the entrance to the Cross-Server Tournament, and a new battlefield.

"Fatty, sign us up for the Cross-Server Tournament."

Fatty Wang ran up from downstairs. "Brother, already done. The four of us are enough."

Lin Ye nodded. "Good. Then we wait. Let the Goryeo War God Temple people come."

Meanwhile, at the Goryeo War God Temple headquarters in the Korean Server's main city, Kim Hyun-tae was looking at the forum posts with a cold sneer. Behind him stood over a dozen core members, each with gear glowing with golden light.

"The Chinese Server's Ye the Wicked got the space-time judgment," Kim Hyun-tae said. "Interesting. However, a single artifact can't change anything. The Cross-Server Tournament isn't a one-man game."

Vice Leader Park Min-ho nodded. "The Guild Leader is right. We have the numbers and good coordination. No matter how strong he is alone, it's useless."

Kim Hyun-tae stood up and walked to the window, looking at the city lights. "Notify everyone: intensive training begins tomorrow. In the Cross-Server Tournament, I want to show the Chinese Server players what true strength looks like."

He opened the world channel and sent a message—

[Cross-Server Channel][Goryeo War God Temple Kim Hyun-tae]: Ye the Wicked, see you at the Cross-Server Tournament. I'll let you know who the real number one in the server is.

When the message reached the Chinese Server, the whole server exploded again.

[world channel]

[Player "Wocao Wuqing": Goryeo War God Temple is jumping out again! Brother Ye, get 'em!]

[Player "Brick-Moving Expert": Kim Hyun-tae is too arrogant! Brother Ye, don't take this lying down!]

[Player "Invincible Sword God": Brother Ye, crush them in the Cross-Server Tournament! Let them know who their daddy is!]

[Player "Yes Little Follower": Brother Ye, we support you! Wipe out the Goryeo War God Temple!]

Lin Ye looked at the messages in the cross-server channel, a wicked smile curling on his lips. He replied—

[Cross-Server Channel][Lin Ye]: Kim Hyun-tae, see you at the Cross-Server Tournament. But let me give you a piece of advice: don't cry when you lose.

The players across the server went wild with laughter upon seeing this message. Kim Hyun-tae's face turned ashen as he read the reply.

"Ye the Wicked, you just wait."

He closed the cross-server channel and turned to the members behind him. "Intensive training begins. If anyone loses to the Chinese Server, don't bother coming back to see me."

The dozen or so people responded in unison, "Yes!"

Meanwhile, Lin Ye was standing on the rooftop of the Commoner Supermarket, looking at the distant night. Su Qinghan walked up and stood beside him.

"Are you confident about the Cross-Server Tournament?"

Lin Ye smiled. "Confident? It's not about confidence; it's a guaranteed victory."

"Why so sure?"

Lin Ye pulled the space-time judgment out of his bag and weighed it in his hand. "Because of this sword. And because of all of you."