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

"Aren't you going to help your fiancé up?"

"Get back here!"

All eyes were on Vicky. Uncle Joseph's words were like sharp spikes, viciously stabbing into her heart.

Her heart bled!

However, she was helpless. Uncle Joseph ruled the Smith family, she didn't even have the right to resist. A sense of despair from deep within her heart completely filled her.

"I'm sorry, Irving..." Vicky's eyes filled with glistening tears as she turned towards the man next to her. "I have to go back. There probably won't be any opportunity for me to accompany you in the game anymore."

She understood Dennis better than anyone else. He frequented various clubs and played around with women all day. If she ended up marrying him, she would likely be treated well at first, but it wouldn't be long before she was reduced to a mere tool.

And she had no other choice!

With these thoughts in mind, Vicky's tears became uncontrollable. With a heavy heart, she accepted the path arranged for her by Uncle Joseph, and started walking towards Dennis.

At this moment, even Irving was moved, despite his heart had been hardened by his experiences in his previous life.

"Irving..." James, noticing something, quickly grabbed Irving, gently shaking his head at him. "Even if you help her this time, you can't help her for a lifetime. Do you want to see her expelled from the family? The Taylor familys influence is too vast, it's not something you can provoke right now."

"Forget it..." James sighed uncontrollably. Even he couldn't intervene in this matter. But the next moment, he felt Irving violently pull his hand away.

"Irving!" James was shocked and wanted to stop him, but it was too late.

Even if he could have stopped Irving, it would have been futile. Irving's deep, determined eyes were resolute.

In fact, even if he could stop Irving, it would be of no use. At this moment, Irving's deep eyes are shining with a resolute light.

Vicky's sense of helplessness in facing reality vaguely reminded Irving of the shadow of his own past when he was harmed by his closest and dearest ones.

Not only did he want to help Vicky escape from the control of the family, but he also wanted to help his past self to completely break free from these shackles.

Expelled from the family? Retaliation from the Smith family?

Those were all trivial!

The dark dominion was about to engulf the blue star, the great cataclysm of the end times was imminent. Many people didn't even have the chance to survive. The law of survival of the fittest was eternal. Who would consider these useless restrictions then? Vicky would regret it sooner or later.

In the post-apocalyptic world, as long as you have enough strength, you could smash all the shackles with one punch!

On the other side, as Vicky took step by step towards Dennis, her heart completely died. She felt like she was stepping into an abyss. But at this moment, a force suddenly pulled her back.

"Irving." Vicky was completely stunned. She stared blankly at the man behind her.

"I won't allow you to go back." Irving said.

When these words reached Vicky's ears, her body trembled uncontrollably. She was thrilled - Irving was like a ray of dawn in a dark abyss. She was worried - she didn't want this man to be implicated because of her. And she was also scared... scared of being expelled from the family, scared that her uncle and the Smith family would retaliate crazily.

"I'm here." Irving looked at her intently. "All you need to do now is to follow your heart. If you want to go, I won't stop you. If you don't want to, no one can take you away!"

The entire banquet hall fell into silence.

The air was as if it had solidified, and everyone dared not even breathe as they silently awaited Vicky's final decision.

The next moment, without a hint of hesitation, Vicky threw herself into Irving's arms. She knew this was her only chance to change her fate.

"Bastard!" Dennis gritted his teeth, his eyes filled with bloodshot rage, as the man in front of him ruined his good fortune.

"You little beast..." Even Gary was completely enraged.

Joseph, standing beside, was shaking with anger at the sight: "Alright, Vicky, you dare to defy my command. From today on, you are no longer part of the Smith family!"

It was as if a bomb had gone off in the banquet hall, with everyone discussing in hushed voices. They all looked at Irving, some with a hint of approval in their eyes, some with regret, but most of them had sympathy. They knew the consequences of crossing the Taylor family were unthinkable.

"Bring him in!" Gary bellowed, and then a dozen men in suits stormed in from the outside of the hotel. These were the bodyguards he always had with him. "Take this little beast down. Nobody has ever dared to compete with our family. Today, I'll teach you what death means!"

His grandson got hit, and the marriage arrangement got destroyed. Gary did not care about the people present. He had made up his mind to make Irving pay a painful price!

Otherwise, who would be afraid of the Taylor family in the future? Their prestige would take a hit.

He wanted to tear Irving to pieces and let everyone know the consequence of offending the Taylor family.

This is not only revenge but also a show of power!

Facing the menacing bodyguards, Irving did not show any fear. Instead, he shielded Vicky behind him.

Nobody noticed that he had produced a wand in his hand as black as charred wood.

"Irving, no!" James, standing behind, saw everything clearly. His face suddenly turned pale as he immediately realized that Irving was going to cast a[Fireball Spell].

He had witnessed it before in the park. Even the assassins sent by the Dark Night Group couldn't resist, let alone these bodyguards...

But if Irving really killed all these bodyguards publically, the situation would become more severe. The apocalypse had not yet arrived, and by then, it wouldn't just be the Gary family. He would be crossing the line with the authorities, and nobody could protect him then.

"I dare any of you to touch him today!" James suddenly stepped forward, his face extremely cold as he stared at the closing-in bodyguards. "I don't care who you are, if you dare to touch him, you'll be making an enemy of me, the Brown family, and the Green Ivy Group!"

The sound echoed through the banquet hall, and everyone's heart quivered. The bodyguards, who had been about to step towards Irving, all stopped in their tracks. They looked at each other and saw fear in each other's eyes.

Both the Green Ivy Group from the Brown family and the Sunrich Group from the Taylor family were among the top in the capital city, and their strengths were evenly matched.

"Did you not hear what I said?" Gary's booming voice came again, "He's not yet the head of the Brown family. So what if he seeks revenge later? Do you really think our Sunrich Group will be afraid of you? Today I must tear this little beast into pieces, and no one can stop me!"

"Go on! If anything happens, I'll bear it!" Gary commanded.

At this moment, the bodyguards no longer hesitated. They sidestepped James and charged directly at Irving.

"You..." James looked on with a gloomy face, his heart sinking.

He wanted to protect Irving, but Gary seemed to have gone mad. Even the mention of the Green Ivy Group was useless. He was determined to see Irving dead.

James couldn't help but sigh, watching the bodyguards, who seemed oblivious to their impending doom, charge at Irving. He could already envision the scene of these men being consumed by fire.

Irving had made up his mind. His energy was rapidly concentrating on his wand, and a dazzling light began to shimmer at the tip of the wand.

Just as the[Fireball Spell]was about to be launched from the wand…

Suddenly, a large group of people barged into the banquet hall from outside.

These people were all dressed in white uniforms, with badges on their sleeves. The distance was too great to see clearly, but the person leading the group was seen sprinting towards them.

"Stop!"

"Everyone, stop!"

A shouted command was heard.

As the distance closed, Irving was surprised to see who was leading the group.

It was Anna, followed by Aron, and those dressed in white uniforms were likely from the Angel Corps.

"The Angel Corps! How come they are here?" The crowd exclaimed.

Many of the families present had established guilds in the game, and all these guilds were under the supervision of the Angel Corps.

From another perspective, the Angel Corps organization was just another form of official presence in the game.

"Irving is the chief advisor of the Angel Corps! You dare to lay hands on someone under official protection! Are you openly rebelling?" As Aron's rough reprimand came, everyone felt as if the ground was trembling with it.

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