Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

It takes about 10 minutes to walk from here to the church square. Zhou Ning simply took a peek at the forum while he was on his way. He was also very concerned about the first professional league.

After all, the time of the strong is squeezed out.

For the first time, the popularity of the "First Apocalypse Professional League" overshadowed the term "Wayne Stewell" and swept the entire gaming circle at an astonishing speed. Nine out of ten posts in the forum were related to the professional league. Live streamers of all sizes, major teams, and professional players all put their best efforts to prepare for the competition. They had waited so long for this moment.

The registration portal in the Apocalypse Forum saw the number of people signing up for the individual competition auditions exceed 120 million in a short period of time, with the average registration level being 27.8. Due to the large population base, the proportion of the roaming gunner profession has decreased.

According to statistics, 9% of those who registered were roaming gunslingers, 21% were mages, 25% were warriors, 14% were meteorologists, 13% were knights/priests, 8% were thieves, and 10% were others.

The new profession he created on a whim actually has more characters than thieves, and it's the profession with the most girls... Zhou Ning himself couldn't believe it. Moreover, if he wasn't only hanging around Darkland at this stage, the Wandering Gunner would 100% become the most popular profession in the game.

Not only that, in the professional lineups of the team competition, 5 roaming gunners, or 3 roamers, 1 warrior, and 1 mage have become the most popular lineups, which is simply crazy.

Zhou Ning read the forum homepage at a glance, and saw in a hot post that XB, Haicheng and Qingbaiyejiu contacted two anchor friends to form a "playful" team to participate in the competition, hoping to swim out of the auditions. However, from Zhou Ning's point of view, with their coordination and fighting power, it was no surprise that these three brothers were definitely playing for fun, and would cry and go home to their mother after the third round at most.

Meanwhile, all members of the Wolfhound Squad have signed up for the individual competition. Zhou Ning's observations suggest that, with the possible exception of XB, Jinse, Underwater Sinking Star, and Wind-Chasing Thunder Fury all have a chance of advancing to the preliminary rounds, or even winning. After all, everyone knows these players have triggered a hidden plot involving them, and from Zhou Ning's perspective, he's hopeful they'll win.

If we ignore the cost and simply rely on dungeon raiding to gain experience, it would only take a few days for Jinse to reach level 40. And these few days should be the most intense time of the arms race. It's a pity that I'm too busy to handle it! Zhou Ning couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

Today is December 12th, the birthday of the Sun Goddess. When Zhou Ning arrived at the Witsel Church Square, he saw a scene that was even more lively than yesterday.

Stalls selling offerings and food were everywhere, and flocks of sunbirds flew in the sky.

A statue of the sun goddess, about 12 meters high, was erected in the center of the church square. In front of the statue was an altar, more than four meters high, filled with bouquets of flowers and offerings. Not far away, many stages were being built.

According to past traditions, an opera performance with the Sun Goddess will be performed on the stage. Last year, a magic ball performance was also held, with Braxton's top magic ball star Hudgens performing.

The director of this year's Christmas parade is a nobleman wearing red clothes and having sideburns. He is presiding over the parade ceremony. In the coming week, the director of the parade will be in charge of the ceremony.

Just by looking at the statue, Zhou Ning felt a strong divine light gathering on it, which was completely different from the faint divinity he had felt from the elf goddess statue before.

Zhou Ning keenly noticed that in the crowd near the church, the young men in aristocratic costumes he saw last night were still standing there, looking at him viciously with bloodshot eyes.

Could this group of people be guarding Sparky at the church door the entire time? This madness and persistence made Zhou Ning feel a little cold in his heart.

He bought some food for the sunchasers from a stall nearby, casually threw it on the ground, and watched them fall in groups and fly up in groups. After stopping to watch for a moment, Zhou Ning deliberately restrained his gaze, not looking at the young people, and walked straight into the church.

In the large prayer hall before, Zhou Ning saw Spark Lambert sitting in the middle of a row of benches, praying in a low voice.

Compared to yesterday, he looked better, but still haggard. When he saw Zhou Ning, he immediately stood up and pulled his sleeve, his eyes a little dazed:

"Wayne, I thought you weren't coming. How are they? Are they still at the church door?"

It seemed that Spark Lambert had most likely gone out before and met his former companions at the door. Zhou Ning understood and nodded calmly, "Yes, he's still there. But don't worry. Are you ready? If so, we'll leave here now."

"I'm ready. Alas. Until now, I still don't know why it suddenly turned out like this." Spark sighed heavily, then stood up and followed Zhou Ning.

After walking out of the church, Zhou Ning immediately noticed the gazes of those noble young men. They also began to move and followed Zhou Ning and others from a distance.

Zhou Ning could clearly feel Spark trembling slightly beside him. He reached out and patted his shoulder, comforting him, "It's okay, they can't hurt you. Where are you going to see your father next?"

"Northwest Naval Port. My father just returned from a visit to Ruines and will definitely get off the ship at the naval port." Spark said in a low voice.

A naval port? Zhou Ning suddenly remembered the huge black ship that was suspected to be Pluto's ship left behind by the Pirate King. Perhaps this time he could observe it up close and see if there was a chance to control it with the Sword of Triton.

The two of them walked around the altar and headed out of the square. Next to them was a large stage that was still under construction, but just as they passed the stage, the entire steel frame inexplicably collapsed, countless steel bars fell down, and the scene was in chaos.

With his Observation Haki, Zhou Ning foresaw this half a second in advance, and calmly dodged by pulling Spark's collar, and even had time to pick up a little girl who couldn't dodge in time.

"Be careful." Zhou Ning put the frightened little girl down, touched her head and said with a smile.

However, this seemingly unexpected situation was not an accident.

In just a few hundred meters from the church square, Zhou Ning encountered several accidents in succession. One time, the gas stove of a vendor next to him exploded. Another time, a dispute broke out in the parade queue, blocking the road for nearly five minutes... After finally getting around, he encountered another accident. The seemingly stable stage collapsed in front of him again.

These continuous accidents made Zhou Ning doubt whether he had accidentally used the lucky clover. This kind of continuous bad luck could easily make people feel irritable.

After walking out of the church square, Zhou Ning noticed that the young nobles were still following him from a distance, with no intention of getting closer or moving away.

The accidents continued one after another. When the two found a carriage, the tire first had a flat tire, and then it skidded and hit a building nearby. They had no choice but to get out of the car. If Zhou Ning had not reacted quickly, he would have been covered in dust and in a mess.

Even Spark felt something was wrong, and his face gradually turned pale:

"Wayne, are we being targeted by something?"

"It should be." Zhou Ning's expression also became heavy.

It is said that coincidences don't happen one after another. The biggest possibility now is that I have once again been targeted by that little book belonging to Robbins.

Their purpose should be to prevent him from meeting Spark's father, Brown Lambert, the greatest leader of the conservative faction in Braxton and also a nobleman with the family motto of "Pride".