Outside the castle at this moment, over two hundred people had gathered. Most of them were well-equipped, and they stood in positions divided according to their roles.
"Our guild should be the first to clear this place. The hidden boss of the beginner zone, the Decayed Lord Roder, is a level 20 boss," said the bald man at the front, speaking to the girl beside him.
"Miss Su Qiao, those solo players have already been wiped out by us. They don’t dare come in here, so there’s no need to worry about other players stealing our rewards."
Hearing this, the girl merely scoffed. "A bunch of poor losers don’t deserve to play with us. Next time they dare get close, our Sky Eagle Guild will issue endless kill orders on them until they quit the game for good."
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"Let’s go! Take down this hidden boss’s first clear. I, Su Qiao, will become the number one on the leaderboards!"
"Move out! We’re starting the dungeon raid now! If we get good gear, I’ll send a 100,000-yuan red packet in the group chat!"
"Yes, Guild Leader!"
Hundreds of players marched into the castle in a grand formation. The warriors and tanks led the way, drawing aggro, while healers in the middle focused on keeping the frontline fighters alive. The mages and archers in the backline handled the damage output.
A few rogues were also scattered among them, scouting for threats.
But with so many guild members, there was no need for careful exploration—they could just bulldoze their way through.
Clack, clack, clack.
As soon as the hundreds of players entered, the monsters inside the castle awakened. Skeletons wielding weapons charged forward, but against an army of hundreds, their numbers—merely a few dozen—were pitiful.
"Skeletons are weak to magic! Attack now!"
Before the skeletons could even get close, they were obliterated by the mages’ relentless bombardment.
Though they were just basic fireball spells, with dozens of mages continuously chugging mana potions, the attacks never let up.
"Pathetic. So pathetic. For a hidden boss, these mobs are ridiculously weak," Su Qiao sneered as she watched the skeletons get wiped out without even putting up a fight.
"At this rate, the boss probably won’t even survive one round of spells."
Other players recorded the process—after all, clearing a hidden boss like this would only boost their guild’s reputation.
"Miss Su Qiao, the hidden boss seems to be a mage-type enemy. And since hidden bosses always drop rare gear five levels above the current cap, you’ll definitely become the top player in the game."
"Eh, it’s whatever," Su Qiao said, though the slight curl of her lips betrayed her satisfaction.
Just then, one of the frontline warriors suddenly shouted, "Guild Leader, there’s an elite mob ahead!"
An elite mob?
Elite mobs weren’t unusual—they were just one tier below bosses, usually with higher stats. But when the bald man saw that there was only a single massive skeleton standing in the distance, he remained unfazed.
"Just one? With our numbers, we’ll crush it instantly."
The mages in the backline immediately raised their staffs and, once in range, unleashed another volley of spells.
Dozens of fireballs streaked through the air like meteors, crashing down onto the skeletal guardian.
But contrary to expectations, there was no explosion. The spells struck the skeleton’s body—only to be eerily absorbed by a dark energy swirling around it, vanishing without a trace.
The skeletal guardian remained motionless, silently standing its ground, a massive shield held firmly as it guarded the passage behind it.
"Magic doesn’t work?" The bald man was stunned. Skeletons were supposed to have low magic resistance—there was no way the attacks should’ve done nothing.
"All mages, prepare another volley!"
The guild’s mages obeyed, gathering mana for another assault.
This time, even more fireballs were launched, but they sank into the skeletal guardian like pebbles into the ocean, not even eliciting a reaction.
"What’s going on?" Su Qiao frowned. "Why aren’t the mages’ attacks doing anything?"
The bald man seemed to realize something. "I get it, Miss Su Qiao. This elite mob must have a special mechanic—maybe only physical attacks work or something. It is the hidden boss’s minion, after all."
"Then have the archers attack," Su Qiao waved her hand impatiently, signaling him to hurry.
"Archers!" Archers weren’t the best against skeletons, but with magic ineffective, arrows were the next best option.
A rain of arrows descended upon the skeletal guardian, some embedding into its shield, others piercing its body.
Soon, its form was riddled with arrows.
Yet it still didn’t move.
"The attacks are landing, but why isn’t it reacting?" the bald man muttered in confusion.
"Maybe it’s just a decoration, not an actual mob?" Su Qiao snapped. "Hurry up. If another guild finds out and comes to steal our kill, we’ll lose our chance."
"Maybe it really isn’t a mob," the bald man agreed and ordered the warriors to advance.
The frontline fighters relaxed and moved forward—but the moment they stepped within a certain range, the skeletal guardian’s eyes suddenly ignited with ghostly flames!
"It moved! Guild Leader, it’s reacting!"
"So you have to get close to activate it?"
"Warriors, go in and pull aggro!"
The warriors and tanks rushed forward, raising their shields and using taunt skills to draw the monster’s attention.
"ROOOOOAR!!!!!"
But the skeletal guardian let out an earth-shaking roar, the sheer force of its voice sending the frontline fighters flying backward!
"What the—?!"
Clack, clack, clack.
The skeletal guardian raised its shield and charged straight into the guild’s formation.
Like a freight truck plowing through ants, it instantly shattered their ranks.
The warriors at the front barely got grazed—yet their health bars were instantly emptied, the damage numbers flashing on-screen leaving them stunned.
"What the hell?! I got one-shot?!"
"Someone heal me! I got clipped by its fingernail and I’m almost dead!"
"What kind of elite mob is this?!"
"Attack now!" Seeing this, the bald man immediately rallied the guild for an all-out assault. No matter how high its damage was, its HP had to be low by now!
"ROOOOOAR!!!!!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
