Chapter 518 - Old Wei (1/2)

“Ha, I need more time to study your silver weapon. How is it? Do you have a plan for future upgrades? Ye Xiu asked casually.

“If you’re not going to log off, then you’d better store it somewhere safe for this senior!” Wei Chen shouted out of rage.

“Relax, relax. Hey, do you have any extra materials?” Ye Xiu asked.

“F*ck off, I don’t even have enough for myself.” Wei Chen said.

“What do you need materials for? You don’t even have a silver weapon anymore.” Ye Xiu said.

“F*ck you, f*ck your mom, f*ck your dad!” Wei Chen cursed furiously

“To be honest, you’re only playing the game, so you don’t really need high-end equipment! Keeping it is just a burden for you. You have to worry about it all the time. Why don’t you let this brother help you sell it? We can split the money. You can easily get a set of weapons and equipment good enough for you to play like a king and I can upgrade my silver weapon. I need to hurry up and continue upgrading my Silver weapon. This is something that truly needs to be done urgently.” Ye Xiu said with ease and sincerity.

“Screw you… Mine is also a priority. Do you know how much effort I put into this just to upgrade it to level 60?” Wei Chen roared.

“Do you have the plans for future upgrades? If you do, we can increase the starting price.” Ye Xiu was considering the value of Death’s Hand to himself as if he did not see Wei Chen’s message.

“What price?! That’s my life and blood! It’s priceless!” Wei Chen said.

“Your life and blood work is quite different from the one you had before!”

“Dark Element strengthen, magic critical attack, Casting speed, cast distance…” Ye Xiu went over the additional attributes as he typed, “These are all strengthening personal attributes!

The style is very different from Swoksaar’s Curse of Destruction.”

“The style of my weapon is none of your f*cking business.” Wei Chen cursed.

“You must be very lonely, Old Wei?” Ye Xiu asked all of a sudden.

“What are you talking about? I don’t even understand what you’re saying.” Wei Chen frowned.

“Why didn’t you stay in Blue Rain? I heard that Blue Rain tried to keep you as a coach.” Ye Xiu said.

“This senior isn’t interested in that sort of thing.” Wei Chen said.

“You’d rather stand on stage!” Ye Xiu replied.

Wei Chen suddenly fell into silence. His hands were on the keyboard, but he didn’t know what to say.

“Can you find that feeling in the game? Ye Xiu asked.

“Do you really need me to tell you? ” Wei Chen replied faintly.

“Have you ever thought about returning?” Ye Xiu asked.

“Returning? Me? Don’t joke with me, G.o.d!” Wei Chen laughed bitterly.

“Don’t tell me you’re satisfied?” Ye Xiu said.

“Even if I’m not, so what?” Wei Chen asked.

“You can try again!” Ye Xiu said.

“Try again? Like this, at level 70, using a level 60 high-end silver weapon? Taking 19 brothers who follow me every day, but failed to handle two level 50s like you guys? Go back like this? Go back and do what?” Wei Chen’s words were mixed with pain. The helplessness brought by time had left a deep scar on him long time ago.

Ye Xiu asked him if he was satisfied.

He could answer without thinking.

Of course not!

He too carried hopes and dreams when he entered the pro scene, but his career had only lasted two short years.

Within two years, the Alliance grew rapidly from inexperienced to mature, but as for him, he was constantly on the decline. He desperately tried to prolong his career, trying to stay for even a single moment longer in the growing Alliance, but all of his efforts were useless. He could clearly feel his deterioration. Game after game, he soon reached the point where his ability fell short of his ambition.

What if I were born a few years later!

Wei Chen had imagined it countless times before.

But regretfully, there were no what if’s in reality. He could only admire and envy those lively youngsters. He had tried to lay his dreams and ambitions on these young people so that maybe he wouldn’t feel so lonely. He failed. He realized that he yearned for a chance to stand on the stage again. The feeling of existence that he wanted couldn’t be satisfied by entrusting his hopes to someone else.

When Blue Rain tactfully asked him to take on the role of a coach for the next season, he immediately knew that everything had come to an end.

He thanked them, but rejected the invitation. He also rejected invitations from other clubs, even though some were invitations for him to be a player.

He had dreams. He had hopes. He didn’t want to be like a piece of seaweed spread on the beach, getting beaten by waves over and over again. Therefore, that season, the second season of the Pro Alliance, he decisively announced his retirement. He ignored all the persuasions for him to stay and cleanly left the professional  scene.

For a time, he wanted to give up Glory as well, but he couldn’t let it go. Thus, Windward Formation was created. He even developed a silver weapon for himself. There were countless times that he dreamed that he went back with Windward Formation and his silver weapon Death’s Hand, to the time when the Alliance had just begun. He too was like these youngsters, full of energy. He could play for two years, three years, five years, eight years, forever…

Wei Chen was laden with grief as these thoughts rushed through until he suddenly realized that all his friends around him were looking at him as if he were mad. He quickly pulled himself back together, and become his ruffian self again. He looked at the screen, Ye Xiu had already replied: “If you truly wish for it, there is no such thing as impossible.”