The Shelter Game: Me, Starting with a Tenfold Drop Rate

"Irving!" Sophia gasped in astonishment.

Suddenly, several thick vines appeared out of nowhere, instantly wrapping around Irving. The tips of the vines, sharp as spears, began to tighten rapidly.

The onlookers hiding in the corner were left in utter disbelief at what they were witnessing. Their mouths hung open, and it seemed as if even their breathing had stopped for that moment.

"Holy shit! Did you see that? What is it?"

"Am I seeing things, or am I hallucinating...? How could so many vines suddenly appear out of thin air? And those fireballs earlier, where did they come from?"

"Is this some kind of movie shoot? It's way too realistic."

"Quick, get this on your phone!"

Although spots for the Other World Game were gradually opening up, most people had not yet received an invitation. To them, what had just happened seemed like a dream.

Seeing the vines tightly encircle Irving, the leader of the masked men let out a sinister grin. "Kid, no one has ever escaped my [Thorn Bound]."

The [Thorn Bound] was his most powerful skill. Any creature ensnared by it couldn't resist the spear-like attacks of the vines.

"Is that so?" Irving replied with a calm smile. Then, the staff in his hand glowed with a dazzling light, and a massive fireball began to form.

Irving's [FireBall] had long since reached the intermediate level, and with the amplification from the [Evil Source Wand], its power was formidable.

The masked man sneered, "You really don't know what's good for you. Even at this point, you think you can kill me? You should be worrying about how to save your own skin!"

To him, Irving's actions seemed like nothing more than a futile struggle, and the smile on his face grew increasingly smug.

But in the next moment...

As the brilliant fireball continued to burn, the vines around Irving began to retreat bit by bit. The spear-like vine tips tried several times to pierce Irving, but each time they came into contact with the flames, they withered away.

Fire-based skills have a natural advantage over wood-based skills!

"How is this possible..." The smile vanished from the masked man's face.

The fireball had already injured him. He had thought that his fully unleashed [Thorn Vine] would deliver a fatal blow to Irving, but it was neutralized so effortlessly.

Watching Irving step closer and closer, the masked man started to panic. He felt an unprecedented sense of oppression emanating from this young man.

"What is your connection to the Night Blades?" Irving asked coldly.

Last time, the Night Blades had sent people to kill unarmed game players in the park and had infiltrated several families. Now, this newly emerged Brotherhood of Night Blades was aggressively taking over various guilds in the game...

These events seemed interconnected, as if these people were brewing some conspiracy.

At that moment, the sound of police sirens echoed from the surrounding streets.

Given the commotion in the city center, the local security bureau was immediately alerted. Surveillance cameras at the scene had captured the incident, prompting the authorities to notify the Angel Guild right away.

The primary purpose of the Angel Guild was to maintain order and security.

Within minutes, a dozen black armored vehicles had surrounded the area, and dozens of heavily armed police officers got out of the cars.

"Stop! Drop your weapons immediately!" A stern voice barked from the loudspeaker, followed by the sound of guns being cocked.

"This is your final warning! Otherwise, we will open fire!" The senior superintendent standing in front of the police officers stared intently in Irving's direction.

The masked man in black fell to the ground like a deflated balloon, his face ashen. The meticulously planned operation had been utterly disrupted by this sudden appearance of a young man.

Sophia, who had been hiding behind an overturned van, stood up with a look of sheer relief.

If it hadn't been for the chance encounter with Irving, her fate at the hands of The Brotherhood of Night Blades would have been far worse than a swift death here...

"Irving..." Sophia began to speak, but just then, the police saw that the situation was under control and quickly moved in to surround them.

Seeing the cavalry had arrived, Irving let out a sigh of relief. But in that moment, he suddenly felt a sharp impact on his back and was forcibly tackled to the ground.

Snap!

The sound of handcuffs clicking shut echoed, and one of the officers shouted, "The suspect has been apprehended!"

Suspect?

Irving was stunned, and so was Sophia. The police, however, gave them no chance to explain.

"Bastard! Causing trouble in the capital, with so many dead! Even if we executed you ten times, it wouldn't be enough!" The senior superintendent approached with a chilling tone.

Around the intersection, more than a dozen bodies lay scattered, the pavement pocked with craters from fireballs, the air thick with the stench of burning flesh.

The arriving police swiftly secured the area.

"Take him away and interrogate him thoroughly!" the senior superintendent ordered.

"Yes, sir!" Two officers roughly yanked Irving up from the ground and began to lead him away.

Irving quickly realized that the police mistook him for the criminal. Meanwhile, the injured masked man was being carried away on a stretcher.

Not just the police, but the onlookers who had gathered couldn't tell who the real culprit was. Irving's earlier overwhelming show of force made him appear more like the villain.

"You've got it wrong. He's the one you should be arresting. I was just helping." Irving tried to explain.

The officers ignored him, shoving him into the armored vehicle. "Still trying to argue? Look at the state you left that guy in, and you say he's the criminal? Can't even lie properly."

"Take him away!"

Irving was at a loss for words.

Causing such a commotion in the heart of the capital was bound to have severe repercussions. Being taken to the police station for interrogation would surely mean facing harsh treatment.

"Stop! What are you doing?" Just as Irving was about to be pushed into the armored car, two more vehicles sped over from a distance.

A man and a woman quickly got out--it was the belated arrival of Anna and Aron.

"Aron?" The senior superintendent approached them, his stern face showing a hint of respect as he reported, "Aron, Anna, we have secured the scene, and the suspect is in custody..."

Aron cut him off, stating firmly, "Release him!"

"What?" The senior superintendent couldn't believe his ears. "That bastard killed so many people on the street. After the interrogation, we should execute him immediately. How can we let him go?"

"I order you! Release him!" Aron's expression turned grim.

At this moment, all the police officers present turned their gaze towards this scene. The hatred in their eyes towards Irving deepened; none of them had anticipated that the criminal would have such powerful backing.

"This is absolutely against the rules. He is a criminal who has killed over a dozen people." The senior superintendent roared in anger. "Aron, you have to think carefully about the consequences of your actions..."

The atmosphere immediately grew tense, almost at a breaking point.

Although Aron held a higher rank than the senior superintendent, in such a matter of right and wrong, there was no way he would back down.

"You really have the wrong person." Anna hurriedly stepped forward, continuing, "He is the chief consultant of the Angel Guild. There's no way he would randomly kill people on the street."

"What? Chief consultant?" The senior superintendent was stunned, looking incredulously at Irving, who was being detained beside him. "Anna, you must be kidding me, right?"

He couldn't believe it, as Irving looked way too young...

"You can call your superior to verify this. When it comes to appointments within the Angel Guild, he should be more aware than anyone," Anna's tone also turned firm.

After the first wave of cataclysms, the thousand pieces of equipment Irving had provided significantly boosted the overall strength of the Angel Guild.

Now, it wasn't just Anna, Even some high-ranking officials were aware of Irving, this extraordinarily talented player, and had repeatedly instructed Anna that if they couldn't get him to join the Angel Guild, they must at least try their utmost to draw him into the official camp.

Regardless of whether this attack had anything to do with Irving or not, even if he were truly a criminal... those high-ranking officials would most likely find ways to protect him.

"He is my friend." Sophia stepped forward at this moment, explaining, "Those masked men were after me. Without him, I would have been dead."

"You've really wronged him." Sophia continued, pointing directly at the severely injured masked man on the stretcher, "He is the real criminal!"

Upon hearing this explanation, the senior superintendent frowned and quickly had the surveillance footage from the intersection brought up. After seeing the content of the video, he was completely dumbfounded.

When the Public Security Bureau received the emergency call, they arrived promptly but had no idea what had transpired. They only saw Irving appearing to threaten the masked man, and naturally assumed he was the criminal.

The senior superintendent felt utterly embarrassed, realizing they had indeed arrested the wrong person...