Meanwhile, across the game world…
Stormhunter, who had just been revived not long ago, uploaded the video of Miguel solo-killing the Wild Boar King.
He sneered as he watched the upload progress complete, a cold light flickering in his eyes.
"I've always despised cheaters. Let's see what the devs of Godmaking Online have to say when this video goes viral."
Without hesitation, he contacted the Guildmaster of the Godslayer Guild—Reaper.
"Boss, check this out. This video's gonna blow things up. Godmaking Online swore on their mother there'd be no hacks, but look at this guy!"
"Honestly, we should just drop this game. If they allow blatant cheaters like this, it's not even worth our guild's time."
Reaper was out in the field, grinding mobs with other members when the message came through. While slashing down monsters, he casually clicked on the video.
As it played, his expression shifted. That confident, handsome face twisted into shock.
By the end, he had completely stopped moving.
BOOM!
A massive spear of thunder crashed from the sky, slamming toward Reaper like divine judgment.
"Boss, look out!"
"Dodge, boss!"
"Move!"
Shouts echoed around him as his guildmates panicked.
Snapping out of his trance, Reaper's figure blurred with a teleport, reappearing a few meters away, completely unharmed.
"Something urgent came up. I'm logging off. Keep grinding without me—don't stop."
With that, he turned and left, not sparing another word. The rest of the guild stood dumbfounded, exchanging baffled glances.
Back in the main city, Reaper sat in silence, rewatching the video Stormhunter had sent. Every frame, every move—he analyzed it all.
After a long pause, he looked up, staring out the window toward the far horizon.
In reality, Reaper was far more than just the head of a top-tier gaming guild. He had real-world power and influence. He knew something most players didn't:
Godmaking Online wasn't just a game.
It was both an opportunity and a catastrophe—a divine trial for all of humanity.
And because of that, he also knew something else for sure:
No one can hack this game. Not even the developers.
That meant… the player in the video wasn't cheating.
There was only one other explanation: a talent.
A rare, broken talent.
"I awakened the Epic Talent [Spatial Blink]. That's considered top-tier, even overpowered. But compared to what this guy did?"
"His ability… it must be above Epic. Could it be a God-tier Talent?"
Reaper's excitement spiked.
"If I can pull him into our guild… that would be a game-changer. If he truly has a God-tier awakening, he could become a god himself!"
Without hesitation, he sent Stormhunter a video call request.
The screen connected moments later.
"Boss? Something up?" Stormhunter asked, clearly respectful.
Reaper's voice was calm, but his eyes were sharp.
"Stormhunter, I've got a new mission for you. Find the player in that video and recruit him into the Godslayer Guild—no matter what it takes."
Stormhunter blinked in confusion.
"Wait, what? Boss, that guy's clearly a cheater! You're seriously thinking of bringing him into our guild?"
Reaper's face darkened.
"You're the cheater. Your whole damn family are cheaters!" he snapped. "Let me make this very clear—cheats do not exist in this game."
"What you saw was not a hack. It was a talent. And not just any talent—a top-tier, possibly God-tier talent."
Stormhunter's expression twisted into something between disbelief and awe.
Reaper continued with icy determination.
"Get this done. Pull him into the guild, and I'll make you one of our core members. Double salary. No negotiations."
And with that, he ended the call, leaving Stormhunter frozen in place, utterly confused.
At the same time, high-ranking leaders of major guilds across the globe were also receiving the viral video—sent by a player from Newbie Village 10086.
Smaller guilds scoffed, blaming the devs for poor monitoring and accusing the player of cheating.
But those with real-world influence… those who knew what Godmaking Online really was… responded very differently.
They immediately issued private orders to track down and recruit Miguel.
Their words echoed Reaper's:
"He's not a cheater. That's a God-tier Talent."
If they could, they would have gone themselves to recruit him personally.
But the problem was—once players entered the main city, they could no longer return to the starter villages.
And so, this mission—now seen as strategically critical—was handed off to guild subordinates.
Back in Newbie Village 10086, dozens of elite guild members suddenly received the same urgent task:
Recruit Miguel. No matter what it takes.
Friend requests flooded his inbox.
But by that time, Miguel had already disabled the friend system. The moment he killed the Wild Boar King, hundreds of friend requests had swarmed in due to the public kill announcement.
He had no choice but to shut it down.
"He disabled friend requests?" Stormhunter muttered, frowning.
Then his eyes lit up as he glanced at the gradually calming regional chat.
Stormhunter typed quickly into the channel:
@StellarMist — Join the Godslayer Guild!
We're Flame Nation's top-tier gaming guild! We offer full benefits, massive rewards, and even cute girls to game with. What are you waiting for?
Other elite players saw the message and immediately copied the approach.
SwordSoul:
@StellarMist Don't listen to those losers above. Godslayer Guild is trash. Come join Soulblade Guild—real prestige, real power, and a sweet signing bonus!
BaronRage:
Pfft, Soulblade Guild? Please. @StellarMist, come to Overlord Guild—we're the real kings of Flame Nation. Our Guildmaster said you can be a Vice Leader from day one. Ten million annual salary!
The chat exploded.
Miguel narrowed his eyes at the screen.
"Huh… they're all going out of their way to recruit me now? Could it be… they already know the truth behind Godmaking Online?"
Just moments ago, the entire chat had been full of people trashing the devs and accusing him of cheating.
Now? It was a full-on bidding war.
Something's not right.
"These offers… are generous. Insanely generous. If this were my past life, I probably would've groveled just to join them. But now…"
He shook his head, a cold smirk playing at his lips.
"Not interested."