Game of Thrones: Summoning the Fourth Calamity

Chapter 36 Go to the West and invite the rednecks!

"Okay, we are starting to upgrade the official website and build the game forum for the host."

As the little fireman darted back into his mind, Viserys began to ponder:

First, a forum is a must. He will compile the game's background stories, plot, and players' experiences into videos and post them on the official website.

Initial player screening is conducted.

He refused to be subservient to anyone, and didn't want to end up playing games with a king on his head, as long as he expressed his opinion on the forum.

Viserys will receive the message immediately, refuse to correct it, and then block the user.

As I said before, it's a 100% realistic virtual game. On average, it gives you more than ten hours a day, and how much more time a year? Whether you're a player looking to join, a casual player, or someone trying to achieve immortality through the game, there are plenty of people out there.

At first, no one noticed Viserys's game, but now that it has three thousand players, he can indeed select players slowly instead of recruiting them all at once.

This phenomenon will continue until a game company on Earth creates a second 100% realistic virtual game. Once there are other options, players will naturally stop indulging your bad habits.

But given Earth's technological level, there's no need to worry about them being able to build it by the time Viserys dies of old age.

However, we can't put too much pressure on the players, so Viserys can bring out the feudal system that has existed in the West since ancient times.

That is, the class he prepared for players from the very beginning: Lord.

Viserys could easily distribute the conquered territories among individual players, making a piece of land the personal property of a player.

So, at this point, would he damage what belongs to him? If outsiders steal chickens and dogs, kick old men and seduce old women, would he just sit idly by?

This was the second solution Viserys came up with: instead of relying on the player community to benefit himself alone, he would gradually turn the players and himself into a community of shared interests.

Players, you must believe me. I'm not ordering you to conquer the world for me, but rather for us to conquer it together, and then we'll all rule it together in the end!

Think about it, what's wrong with the illusionary world... no, the game world? In reality, you're a beast of burden, but online you're a noble lord!

Of course, if a player were to appear as Invoker at that time and put on a "I want to be emperor" act for him, then Viserys would have no choice but to call upon his titled ancestor.

This is terrible, everyone should stop playing.

"Hey? Little Fireman, could you possibly promote the game to a specific group? Like, foreigners?"

Viserys, with his ever-expanding mind, is coming up with more and more clever ideas. His fellow villagers have had the idea since ancient times that "nobles and generals are born with special privileges," which is ingrained in their bones. Although in reality, cattle and horses are honest and obedient, in the game, it is difficult to fool them.

But in the real world, there is a group of people who genuinely value chivalry and the proper order of things.

"This promotion cost Kingdom Coins..."

Blue Star.

In a university dormitory, Leonardo, an exchange student from Switzerland, had just returned from the communal bathroom after taking a shower. While drying his hair, he noticed that his computer was still on.

"Zhang, did you use my computer?" Leonardo, assuming his roommate had borrowed it, looked at his roommate, the only one still in the dorm across the bunk.

"No." My roommate, who was scrolling through videos on her phone, looked puzzled.

Leonardo didn't think much of it and naturally sat down at the computer desk.

"Hmm, what's this?"

Leonardo tried to close the pop-up GG app with the mouse, but it unexpectedly redirected him to the website introducing GG.

"Is there not a single true knight among you?"

Upon entering the website, a video automatically plays, showing a tall, strong knight standing atop his warhorse, with countless people cheering his name: "Tall" Sir Duncan.

"Even with one hand supporting a bird, Sir Arthur Dayne could easily deal with those second-rate men standing beside His Majesty."

Sir Arthur Dayne, wielding two swords, used his astonishing strength to force several opponents to retreat.

Leonardo became interested, scrolling through the videos until he discovered that it was actually a virtual game that claimed to be 100% realistic.

Should he give it a try?

The scene freezes on the knight, whom people call "Fearless," rescuing his king from a heavy encirclement.

This scene touched Leonardo, and he prepared to fill in his mailing information.

His father told him that the most glorious moment for their family was when their ancestor Leonardo was at a time when all of France had betrayed the Bourbon dynasty and everyone was shouting to overthrow King Louis XVI.

Five hundred Swiss mercenaries, including their ancestor Leonardo, fought for the king to the last moment.

His father named him Leonardo in the hope that he would be like their ancestors.

For Leonardo, for this young man who grew up immersed in various chivalric songs and biographies.

The honor of a knight, loyalty to the true king, and standing up for the king in times of crisis—this was exactly what he wanted!

Unlike those players who registered out of a desire to expose the lies, Leonardo silently prayed:

Almighty Lord, please make all of this come true.

After praying, Leonardo picked up the phone again and called his uncle, who had recently come to visit him under the guise of a trip.

His uncle was a huge fan of the Teutonic Knights' chivalry. His father once joked that even if the Teutonic Knights were resurrected, they wouldn't be as focused on humility, honor, and sacrifice as his uncle, and no one would fantasize about having a king to serve.

In the eyes of his other relatives, especially his mother, his uncle was not a normal person, but a mental patient. In the 21st century, they found it hard to imagine that anyone would miss feudal kings and outdated chivalry.

But his uncle was that kind of person, and he had always influenced him.

His uncle once organized a parade of up to seventy people in his hometown, which made the local news.

It's hard for someone like that not to be interested in this game.

Meanwhile, at a farm in the United States, farmer Rick dismounted from his horse, wiped his sweat, and returned to his cabin. He handed his clothes to his wife, and his gaze inadvertently fell on the interface his eight-year-old son had accidentally opened on his computer.

In Rome, a 67-year-old man, dressed in Roman legion armor, boasts to his 23-year-old son how he looks like he's run a marathon in such attire.

His son, Luca, walked by with a faint smile and a tray, but for some reason his gaze suddenly drifted to the computer, where a strange website seemed to be drawing him in.