Building My Empire in the Frozen Apocalypse (Riley Carter) novel Chapter 242

Chapter 242 The Channeling

“Did the Master go out on a solo run without telling me?”

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WildBlade narrowed his eyes in thought. The Master did have a private bike he cherished, but that was just one. Where did the second one come from?

“Maybe those punks betrayed us? Are they trying to snag the Platinum and go rogue?”

He didn’t dare say it out loud. The whole server was currently praising WarWolf’s dominance, if he admitted their bikes were stolen, the guild’s reputation would be trashed.

While he hesitated, the Sanctuary leadership came knocking on his digital door.

“Sanctuary_Paladin (Master): @WarWolf_WildBlade, what’s the play here? You really think two junker bikes give you the right to stomp across the wastes?”

“Sanctuary_Paladin: That Platinum Chest belongs to Sanctuary. Give us some face and back off before things get ugly.”

Being called out publicly made WildBlade’s blood boil.

Usually, WarWolf was the one doing the bullying; when had they ever taken this kind of talk?

But he couldn’t admit those weren’t his men. If it really was the Master, he’d be ruining the surprise; if he denied it, he’d look weak

in front of the whole server.

The tension in the channel was at a breaking point.

Normally, he’d just tell them to get lost, but he technically hadn’t/sent anyone.

So, he posted a deliberately vague reply.

“WarWolf WildBlade: Heh. Everything in the wastes belongs to the strong. If you’re scared, tuck your tail and go home. Stop whining over a bit of news.”

That message was the spark that lit the powder keg.

“Sanctuary_Paladin: Fine! You want it the hard way?! Everyone, double time! If you see a WarWolf player, pil on sight! No mercy!”

The channel erupted in a flame war.

Sanctuary wasn’t as powerful as WarWolf overall, but they were a tier above the Drifters. Given the distance, WarWolf couldn’t easily reinforce a fight that far out, so Sanctuary wasn’t intimidated.

The lackeys of both guilds began trading insults and death threats. Meanwhile, the main Sanctuary force pushed themselves to the limit, racing toward the Platinum signal.

Riley and PineappleBeer, focused entirely on the drive, had no idea they had framed WarWalf for a crime and triggered a guild war.

Their eyes were fixed solely on the approaching pillar of light.

10:21 am

Chapter 242 The Channeling.

“There it is! Right ahead!”

PineappleBeer shouted with glee

On a wide, flat expanse of snow, a massive beam of platinum–gold light shot into the heavens. At its base, an ancient, ornate chest embedded with shimmering gems floated quietly in the air.

Platinum Chest (Unique)

“Brakes!”

Riley performed a flawless power–slide, bringing her snowmobile to a stop exactly thirty feet from the chest.

They hopped off, stowed the vehicles into their inventories, and drew their weapons as they rushed forward.

However, the moment Riley touched the chest, she froze.

“System: Opening Platinum Chest…”

“Progress: 0%… 1%…”

“Warning: This is a Special Reward. Opening requires 20 minutes of continuous interaction. The opener cannot move or attack during this period. Interruption resets progress to zero.”

“Warning: This chest cannot be stored. It must be opened in place.”

“Are you kidding me?!”

PineappleBeer cursed under her breath. “Twenty minutes? A stationary channel? The system is literally begging someone to kill

us!”

On a tundra full of hungry eyes, standing still for twenty minutes was suicide. The massive light pillar was a literal beacon screaming: “Come kill me! I’m busy!”

Riley’s brow furrowed.

She scanned the surroundings. It was an open field with almost no cover except for a few large boulders.

“No other choice.”

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