44: Chapter 44 The Ingenious Use of False Information

"It's right here! The southwest corner of the city wall! The defense is weakest!"

Qin Weiwei lay on the city wall, pointing excitedly below. What she held in her hand was the fake defense map she had drawn herself.

The Thousand-Faced Sect Leader stood behind the army formation, his eyes flashing with greedy light beneath his mask. He personally led thirty thousand elites to charge straight at this "weak point."

"All troops, charge! The first one to scale the wall will be rewarded with a hundred thousand nether talismans!"

Driven by the heavy reward, the enemy army pounced toward the southwest corner like mad dogs. Leading the charge was a three-meter-tall Rock Giant, which swung its fist and smashed it hard against the city wall—

"BOOM!!!"

Before its fist even touched the bricks, its entire arm exploded into rubble.

The Rock Giant froze in place, staring at its missing right arm. Before it could react, its left arm also exploded with a "bang."

"What's going on?!" the Thousand-Faced Sect Leader barked sharply.

No one could answer him.

Because something even more terrifying happened.

That section of the city wall suddenly "came alive."

The bricks opened and closed like teeth, making a tooth-grinding friction sound. Viscous black liquid seeped from the gaps, dripping onto the ground and corroding deep pits.

A Thousand-Faced Cultist accidentally touched the black liquid, and his entire leg instantly turned to bone.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" the Thousand-Faced Sect Leader shouted at the top of his lungs.

But it was already too late.

Countless agonized human faces emerged on the surface of the city wall. They opened their mouths and emitted ear-splitting shrieks. The sound waves were like physical blades, slicing the front row of the enemy army into pieces.

"This isn't a weak point!" an elder cried out in terror. "It's a trap!"

On the city wall, Lin Chen was watching the live broadcast on a tablet.

"The effect is pretty good." He nodded with satisfaction. "This 'Living Wall' module cost me five hundred thousand nether talismans. It was worth it."

Zhang Hao gulped as he watched from the side. "Master, this is a bit too ruthless..."

"Ruthless?" Lin Chen raised an eyebrow. "There's even more ruthless stuff coming."

He swiped his finger across the tablet a few times.

Instantly, dozens of automatic turrets rose from beneath the city wall. These turrets didn't fire bullets; instead, they specifically sprayed out various fee notices:

[Triggered "Noise Pollution Fee": 100 nether talismans fine per person]

[Triggered "Ground Cleaning Fee": 200 nether talismans fine per person]

[Triggered "Mental Distress Fee": 500 nether talismans fine per person]

While dodging the sound wave attacks, the enemy troops also had to scan codes to pay fines. The scene was extremely chaotic.

"I'll pay! I'll pay! Don't kill me!" A Thousand-Faced Cultist cried while scanning the code, only to find:

[Insufficient balance. Installment plan recommended, 100% annual interest rate]

His vision went dark, and he fainted on the spot.

The Thousand-Faced Sect Leader trembled with rage and snatched the defense map Qin Weiwei had drawn, tearing it to shreds:

"Bitch! How dare you deceive me!"

He suddenly looked up, staring fixedly at Qin Weiwei on the city wall:

"Once I catch you, I will tear you into ten thousand pieces!"

Qin Weiwei's legs went weak under his gaze, and she almost fell off the wall. She forced herself to stay calm and said to Lin Chen:

"Brother, he... he seems to have found out..."

Lin Chen put his arm around her shoulder and said with a smile, "What are you afraid of? The good show has only just begun."

He snapped his fingers.

The turrets on the city wall suddenly turned around. Instead of attacking the enemy, they began to airdrop... flyers.

[Limited Time Special Offer: Surrender now and all debts will be cleared!]

[Join us and enjoy the five insurances and one fund!]

[Prisoner Promotion Channel is now open. Perform well to become management!]

Seeing the recruitment flyers flying everywhere, the Thousand-Faced Sect Leader almost coughed up blood from anger.

What devastated him even more was that many soldiers were actually moved.

A Corpse Monster picked up a flyer and whispered to its companion, "five insurances and one fund... does it include room and board?"

Another Vengeful Spirit drifted over: "I heard their cafeteria has chicken legs every week."

"I... I want to surrender..." A Werewolf weakly raised its hand. "I get beaten every day here, but I could be an official over there..."

The Thousand-Faced Sect Leader was furious and sliced the werewolf in half with one sword strike:

"Who dares to surrender, this is the consequence!"

However, it was too late.

The idea of surrendering spread through the army like a plague. The soldiers looked at the words "Prisoner Promotion Channel" on the flyers, their eyes growing brighter and brighter.

Just then, Lin Chen used his trump card.

He shouted through a megaphone:

"Those who surrender now will receive an additional one thousand nether talismans as a Relocation Fee!"

"Surrender with weapons, and you'll get double compensation based on the equipment's value!"

"Bring a companion to surrender together, and enjoy a team commission!"

These words were like the final straw that broke the camel's back for the enemy's psychological defense.

"I surrender!"

"I surrender too!"

"Wait for me! I brought three people!"

Clatter—

Waves of soldiers threw down their weapons and ran frantically toward the city wall. Some shouted as they ran:

"I brought a magic sword! It's worth two thousand nether talismans!"

"I brought five brothers! How do we calculate the commission?"

"Is the Relocation Fee paid on the spot?"

The Thousand-Faced Sect Leader watched helplessly as his army collapsed. In the blink of an eye, half of his thirty thousand elites had run away.

Those who remained didn't stay because they didn't want to run, but because they couldn't—they were all pinned down by the fee traps.

"Sect Leader, should we... should we also surrender?" an elder suggested in a trembling voice.

"Bullshit!" The Thousand-Faced Sect Leader cut him down with his sword, his mask twisting with rage. "Even if I die, I will never bow to that bastard!"

He raised his staff, preparing to cast a forbidden spell to take everyone down with him.

However, just as he raised the staff halfway, it suddenly became as heavy as a thousand pounds.

[High-risk behavior detected. Levying "Death-Seeking Tax": 1,000,000 nether talismans]

[Insufficient balance. Spell disabled]

Thousand-Faced Sect Leader: "..."

Unwilling to give up, he tried a smaller spell.

["Defiance Tax": 500,000 nether talismans]

[Insufficient balance. Spell disabled]

He tried again.

["Death Struggle Tax": 200,000 nether talismans]

[Insufficient balance. Spell disabled]

The Thousand-Faced Sect Leader tried every single spell he knew, only to find that even the cheapest "Illumination Spell" required a 5,000 nether talisman "Basic Energy Fee."

And he didn't have a single cent.

This once-dominant Thousand-Faced Sect Leader finally understood what it meant for "a single penny to stump a hero."

On the city wall, Lin Chen said to Qin Weiwei:

"See? This is what happens when you have no money."

"So remember, never get into debt."

Looking at the collapsed Sect Leader below, Qin Weiwei suddenly felt that being an undercover agent was very difficult.

Especially when your opponent is a pervert who even charges you for rebelling.

She stole a glance at Lin Chen's profile, and for the first time, a doubt arose:

Maybe... being a good person isn't so bad?

At least she wouldn't have to worry about being charged fees every day.

At that moment, Zhang Hao ran over excitedly to report:

"Master! We've collected another thirty thousand laborers from this wave!"

"And we've seized a huge amount of equipment!"

"We're rich!"

Lin Chen nodded with satisfaction and shouted down:

"Thousand-Faced Sect Leader, have you made up your mind?"

"Will you work to pay off your debt, or should I turn you into a specimen?"

The Thousand-Faced Sect Leader looked at the few subordinates left around him, then at the tiger-like ghost soldiers, and finally...

He threw down his staff and fell to his knees with a thud:

"I... I choose to work."

His voice was filled with despair.

Watching this scene, Qin Weiwei suddenly really wanted to know: what was the hourly wage for a Sect Leader?