Sacrifice's Rise: I Became Invincible After Entering Godslayer Temple

Chapter 103 Chapter 102-The Arrival of Taylor Group（1st update, Cheer me with Power Stones!）

For John's request to bring an extra person to explore the Twin Volcano in Sunset Mountain, Adam agreed almost immediately without any hesitation.

After all, he only hoped that John could help find the whereabouts of the Lv4 Guild Establishment Order.

As long as his needs were met, he would agree to any conditions put forward by John.

"Of course, there's no problem. I didn't expect Galewind to be such a gallant man, looking out for the fairer sex. That young girl is indeed fortunate," Adam teased with a laugh.

Blue Sea joined in the banter, "Since we've agreed, shouldn't we invite those two beautiful ladies back in? And find a beauty to accompany Galewind? It's a pity to enjoy such fine wine without a fair lady by one's side."

Adam was all for it, raising both hands in agreement.

But John shook his head, declining the dubious generosity of these two lusty old men.

He was always cautious when it came to women of the Enchantress class.

In the history of Godslayer Continent, many forces bred such classs with no good intentions.

Most were used to win over powerful figures for ulterior motives.

John wondered what the Northern Myst Empire royal family intended to do with such a large group of Enchantresses.

Seeing Adam and Blue Sea having a blast with the enchantresses, John could only shake his head in resignation.

These two men, who came from illustrious families in real life and had seen all kinds of women, were resorting to finding NPC companions in the game.

It was quite ludicrous.

John found it amusing that such behaviors even existed in the game world.

It just went to show that no matter the world, indulgence after satisfying basic needs was unavoidable.

John spent a rather pleasant and relaxed time at Silver Manor.

Although he didn't interact much with the enchantresses, the elegant environment, delicious food, and the expensive wine on the table were all to his satisfaction.

After the gathering ended and the date for the exploration of the Sunset Mountain was set, John chose to log off.

The silver chamber opened and John sat up abruptly.

He had been online for quite a long time this session.

He moved his stiff muscles, which hadn't seen action for a long time, producing a series of popping noises.

John closed his eyes, feeling the slow flow of energy within his body.

A pleasant curve tugged at the corners of John's lips.

He was growing more confident that with his continuous exploration in the game, the powers that belonged to him within the game world would ultimately manifest in real life.

For instance, at this very moment, the energy within him seemed to have increased a tad.

The unknown energy roaming throughout his body was quietly transforming him.

John stretched out a hand and spread his palm flat, then quickly clenched it into a fist.

Astonishingly, there was a faint crackling sound in the air, the sound of the airflow being split apart.

With a casual swing of his fist, the swishing sound became even more frantic.

Although John hadn't run any systematic tests, he could feel that the power of his punch could easily puncture a wall.

However, he found it odd that, so far, he was the only one who had discovered these energies.

If the powers from the game could truly be projected into real life, with the numerous players in Godslayer, someone should have pierced this veil of secrecy by now.

John stroked his chin, pondering for a moment.

The only explanation he could think of was that others hadn't reached a high enough level.

After all, his current level was almost immeasurable by conventional standards.

Perhaps when other players reached a certain level, this kind of power would gradually seep into reality.

John's gaze landed on the enormous logo on the Chamber.

That was the logo of the company that developed Godslayer.

Even till this day, no one had been able to uncover the company's secrets.

Despite it being a global phenomenon of a game, the developers behind it remained incredibly elusive.

This hinted at many things.

John stretched languidly, his body slowly recovering from a long rest.

Just as he was about to find something to eat in the kitchen, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"What's going on? Could it be that Emma is back so soon?" John opened the door, only to find two unfamiliar men in suits standing outside.

John, wearing a puzzled expression, asked, "Who are you looking for?"

The older of the two men, all smiles and exceedingly friendly, inquired, "May I ask if you are Mr. Foster?"

Now John was even more confused.

These visitors knew his identity, yet he had never seen them before.

"Yes, that's me. Who are you?"

The man's eyes lit up even brighter, and he said excitedly, "Oh my God, we've finally found you! We've used nearly all our company's resources looking for you over the past few days, we even involved law enforcement multiple times."

John scratched his head, asking softly, "Hold on, who are you two exactly and why are you looking for me?"

The man suddenly came to his senses, realizing that he had forgotten to introduce himself in his excitement.

He quickly said, "I'm sorry, I got so excited that I forgot to introduce myself. We're from Taylor Group. Mr. Foster, do you remember saving a little girl from drowning in the park a few days ago?"

John tilted his head, thinking.

There was so much going on in the game these past few days that he hadn't given much thought to minor things.

"Seems like I recall something like that. What about it?" John responded.

The man beamed at him, saying, "Mr. Foster, you're unaware. The little girl you saved is the daughter of our chairman at Taylor Group. Our chairman has instructed us to find you at all costs to thank you in person."

John's face showed his surprise.

He never expected that the little girl he casually saved from the river was connected to the leading local enterprise, Taylor Group. Benjamin Taylor, the chairman of Taylor Group, was the richest man in the city, a top billionaire.

This world was indeed full of wonders.

John pondered for a moment, then shook his head.

"There's no need for a personal thank you. It was nothing more than a simple gesture of goodwill. Any righteous person would have jumped in to save someone in that situation."

The man at the door laughed and shook his head.

"It's not the same. I heard the situation at that time was particularly dangerous. You were willing to risk your life to save a stranger, a little girl. It shows your magnanimity. Our chairman admires talents like you. He wants to thank you in person for saving his daughter's life."

John frowned and suddenly asked, "How did you find me?"

The man let out a bitter laugh. "To be honest, you left right after you saved the girl, without leaving any information. We have tried everything to find you these past few days, to no avail. It wasn't until a local TV station aired a report that we learned you are a player of the Godslayer game. We got your contact information from the TV station."

John couldn't help but feel helpless.

Needless to say, it must have been Emma's senior again...

The man continued, "Please, Mr. Foster, accept our chairman's goodwill. In two days, we will be holding a birthday party for our young lady. We would like you to attend. The chairman and his wife will warmly welcome you."

As he spoke, the man handed John a golden invitation.

The address on it was the most famous wealthy neighborhood in the city: Beauty Grove.

Looking at the man's expectant eyes, John hesitated for a moment before finally accepting the invitation.

It was clear that these two men had been ordered by Benjamin Taylor to invite him.

If he didn't go, it would probably be tough for these two to explain back at the office.

Seeing John agree, the man was overjoyed.

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Foster. We'll see you in two days."

John nodded. "Don't worry, I'll be there..."

After seeing the two men into the elevator, John returned home and turned on his computer.

As expected, the local official TV station had a top story: "Positive Energy: The unnamed hero who saved the drowning girl is him?"

John frowned and skimmed through the report from top to bottom.

Thankfully, the content was basically consistent with what was said during the interview.

There was no exaggeration or distortion of John's intentions.

Even John's name was replaced with "a player of Godslayer."

It seemed that Emma's senior, "Smirk," was indeed reliable.

But why did she disclose his real-life information to Taylor Group?

After thinking it over, John came to one explanation.

That is, Taylor Group must have exerted a lot of pressure on the TV station where "Smirk" worked to find him.

This news was also posted on the official forum of the Godslayer game.

Numerous players had commented below.

"Holy cow, is this guy really that awesome?"

"Promoting positivity, we should all do our part."

"Daring to save someone in such turbulent waters, this guy really went all in."

"Come on, it's just saving a little girl. I would've done the same."

"Oh please, you'd only be tapping on your keyboard. Stop blowing your own horn here."

"He walked away without seeking credit, keeping his good deed to himself!"

"Us Godslayer players are fearless, hats off to the guy!"

"Respect!"

...

John smiled to himself.

These players were quite endearing.

As long as the report didn't mention his real name and ID, it wouldn't cause much of an issue.

His initial concern was that if his identity was revealed, his in-game enemies could take revenge in real life.

He wasn't particularly scared for himself, the energy coursing through him was enough to handle any situation.

But he was mainly worried that those seeking revenge would target his friends and family.

Neither the Wolf Guild nor Darklord seemed like the types to play by the rules.

John rubbed his fingers together, quickly weighing the pros and cons.

He had to speed up the purchase of shares in Darklord's father's company.

With this in mind, he sent a message to the broker he was working with, "Keep an eye out for me. See if any of the smaller shareholders in that company are looking to sell their shares..."