Sirin looked at the three girls, a faint smile appearing on her pretty little face. She then looked up at the sky and silently used a skill: Summon Mount.
The next moment, a massive dragon roar echoed out of nowhere. A giant red dragon abruptly appeared ten meters above her head, its wingspan making it look like a moving mountain.
This red dragon mount had been hatched from a dragon egg Sirin had obtained, and it had accompanied her step by step to where she was today.
As for how she got such a super-rare dragon egg, one that hadn't seen a second of its kind appear to this day?
Emmm...
Sirin jumped onto the red dragon's head, then looked down at Asuna and the other two girls, smiling and giving a gentle nod.
"Come on up, we can't let Eriri and Kaguya steal all the spotlight."
After she spoke and saw the three girls jump onto the dragon's back, she commanded the red dragon to dive toward the bosses in the sky.
...
Compared to Eriri and the other girls who had various anti-air methods, the rest of the players, aside from Rikka, could only chase after the bosses and wait for them to land.
This included Anshera and the demons.
But since it was an event, the bosses would eventually lower their flight altitude after scattering to various locations.
Therefore, it wasn't long before basically all the players who participated in the event started reaping rewards.
However, the players who had gained some loot suddenly realized that the number of bosses wasn't decreasing from their slaughter; instead, they were becoming more and more numerous.
Even when these bosses landed, they didn't attack the players. Instead, they silently marched in a specific direction. If a boss heading in a certain direction died, a new boss would appear to continue their path.
The players were thrilled about this. Aside from not feeling the massive amount of experience promised by the event and wondering if the boss drop rate was a bit too low, almost everyone obtained varying amounts of Christmas points.
Time flew by, and soon the event reached its end.
Players who had harvested a large number of Christmas points happily went home with their companions.
Some of them were still living in inns.
Some rented lower-floor rooms with their friends.
Others lived in grand mansions, enjoying a quality of life they could never experience in the real world.
On the fifty-fourth floor, Sirin and the other five girls, having finished the event, chatted and discussed with each other in extremely cheerful tones.
"Hey, hey, everyone, did any of you get any special reward drops?"
Chika Fujiwara looked at the group with a face full of anticipation, only to see them all shake their heads.
"Eh?! I thought I was the only one with bad luck. You mean none of you got any reward drops? Isn't the drop rate for this event way too terrible?"
Hearing this, Sirin nodded with an expression of utmost agreement.
"I told you guys a long time ago, the mastermind behind this game is a stingy, grudge-holding bad guy! You should believe me now, right?!"
"Yeah! This is way too stingy!"
"I wonder if anyone else in the guild got any high-tier rewards."
Eriri: "..."
Looking at Kaguya and the other three nodding in agreement, Eriri silently apologized to Chen Changsheng in her heart, though she also started to feel a bit of resentment herself.
Never mind the others, she had just killed thousands of bosses! Aside from a slight increase in experience, she hadn't received a single reward. Brother Changsheng really was being a bit stingy.
Despite their verbal complaints, the girls were actually quite satisfied in their hearts. After all, they had obtained a lot of points this time. The Christmas gift box redeemed with points surely wouldn't be empty, right?
Plus, with so many points, they might even open a grand prize.
"Everyone, I'm going back to rest first. You all should rest early too. Tomorrow we can go find the Christmas tree together and see who has the best luck, how about that?"
"Hehe, when it comes to drawing prizes, I, Chika Fujiwara, hold absolute authority!"
"..."
After the girls made their agreement, they used their teleport crystals to return to their respective homes.
Sirin watched the fading silhouettes of the girls before teleporting back to her own home as well.
Upon returning to her room, she casually operated the game interface. The equipment on her body transformed into ordinary, casual pajamas. They were very cute, black-and-white panda pajamas with fluffy ears on the hood.
These pajamas were actually hand-made for her by Ai Hayasaka. They were incredibly comfortable to wear, and lately, she had gotten used to falling asleep in them.
After casually washing up, Sirin went to her bedside. Her gaze then caught sight of the large, snow-white stocking that had appeared at the head of her bed when the Christmas event notification first started.
Compared to how it looked initially, the stocking was now bulging, as if something had been stuffed inside.
Seeing this, Sirin opened the stocking with some curiosity and found a Christmas gift box with a note attached.
She picked up the note and read it.
"Wishing the lovely Miss Sirin a Merry Christmas, make sure to be happy every day O(∩_∩)O — Miss Sirin's exclusive Santa Claus 297 (*^_^*)"
"A Christmas present? What is it?"
Sirin subconsciously opened the gift box. Immediately, the box transformed into three streaks of light: one white and two gold. The white light was the box automatically dissipating, while the two gold lights were two rare items that entered her inventory. All that was left in her hand was the blessing note with the two cute emoticons.
Looking at the sign-off and that strange numerical designation on the note, Sirin couldn't help but feel that something was a bit weird.
...
The next day, a giant, interactive Christmas tree appeared in the main towns of every floor, set to exist in reality for just one day.
By the time Sirin arrived in front of the Christmas tree, many guild players had already gathered there.
"Sachi, did you receive a gift from Santa Claus? He actually gave me a pink-grade weapon selection box! Too bad it's bound to me, so I can't trade it to anyone else."
"I received one too. My gift is a level-up ticket that can only be used today; it can raise my level by one. But it's so weird, why did the note on my gift say 'Miss Sachi's exclusive Santa Claus 471'? Isn't this number way too strange? Silica, did your Santa have a number?"
"Ah! Now that you mention it, I remember my note had a special number too. I think it was 621."
Sirin had heard quite a few conversations like this since leaving the guild.
And when she walked under the Christmas tree in the fifty-fourth floor's town, she noticed that the surrounding players were all looking at her with strange expressions.
Some of the players even looked like they were furious but dared not speak out upon seeing her.
What happened?
Sirin looked at everyone's strange expressions in confusion. After all, the fifty-fourth floor was their guild's headquarters. More than half of the players here belonged to their guild, and the other half were basically casual players who had no intention of fiercely competing, peacefully waiting for the game to be cleared.
These players had always gotten along so well with their Number One Guild in the World, so why did it feel like everyone suddenly had a huge problem with her?
It wasn't until she walked up to the Christmas tree and chose to interact with it that she finally understood why everyone was giving her such weird looks.
Floor 45 Santa Claus Kill Leaderboard.
NO.1: Sirin — Kills: 4396!
NO.2: Eriri — Kills: 1479!
NO.3: Kaguya Shinomiya — Kills: 1319!
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NO.10: Kirito — Kills: 67!
Looking at her own name sitting in the first-place spot on the kill leaderboard, with a kill count higher than the next nine people combined, and then recalling the conversations she had overheard from other players earlier, Sirin suddenly had a very bad feeling.
And when she saw the Christmas tree's exchange list—where the only redeemable item, a Christmas gift box limited to one purchase per person, required zero Christmas points to exchange—that bad feeling in her heart grew even stronger.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
