Among the digitized functions of Professionals, there was a leaderboard.
This included the speedrun leaderboard for basic dungeons.
Those who made it onto the leaderboard would leave their names along with a custom declaration.
Obviously, this place was a major disaster zone for advertisements.
It couldn't be helped; the traffic was simply too massive.
Moreover, it was extremely beneficial for guilds recruiting members, family factions wooing talents, and the like.
After Zhao Can finished his instructions, he spoke to Ma Feng.
"Once you reach Level 10, you will replace the physical DPS in this party, equip his gear, and continue to push for the leaderboard.
I brought you here today so you could familiarize yourself with their playstyle in advance.
You have an S-Rank class, and the Zhao family has high hopes for you.
If we can find a few more rookies of your caliber, we might just be able to break the record for Red-Eyed Monkey Mountain!"
Ma Feng bowed and nodded obsequiously to Zhao Can.
"Young Master Can flatters me. I will definitely watch closely and learn well!"
Hua Xiangrong, who was looking around, saw Song Gua slowly walking over. Her expression shifted slightly, revealing three parts disgust and seven parts arrogance.
As if recalling something, she used the information inspection function to check Song Gua's current level.
Upon seeing it, she was dumbfounded once again.
"Level 10?! You're Level 10?!"
Hearing this, Zhao Can and Ma Feng turned to look at Song Gua.
Both of their eyes widened in unison.
"Young Master Can, you're only Level 6. How is he Level 10?"
Thinking about how he was only Level 4 himself, Ma Feng found it even more baffling.
Ma Feng hadn't looked for power-levelers, nor had Zhao Can arranged any for him. He had merely formed a party with a few classmates and farmed some wild monsters in the Level 1 grinding zone.
He thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of being worshipped by the classmates he partied with throughout the entire process.
Possessing an S-Rank class indeed made one dazzling wherever they went.
Especially when it was something like the Gale Blademaster, an existence with incredibly elegant and agile class skills.
Zhao Can's eyes flickered.
His suspicion that Song Gua had an experience-boosting item on him grew a bit firmer.
The commotion here attracted the attention of other nearby Professionals.
"What's so strange about being Level 10?"
"I think he's a fresh graduate who just changed classes the day before yesterday."
"Holy shit! That's amazing! How did he do it?"
"Heh, what can't money do? Just hire a few teams of power-levelers to take turns paying tribute, or even wear experience-boosting equipment, or use experience-boosting scrolls. Wouldn't that do it?"
"But the equipment on this rich guy looks like basic white-tier items."
"This youngster looks quite familiar. Isn't he that Song Gua with the 2.0 growth rate?"
"Yes! That's him. I heard he was doing time in prison not too long ago. Didn't he awaken the Linker class?"
"Isn't that a trash class? Especially for someone like him with no background, how is he supposed to develop?"
Song Gua did not display his personal information.
Others couldn't see his equipment even if they wanted to; they could only judge by appearances.
Song Gua ignored the surrounding voices and walked straight to the entrance of the Red-Eyed Monkey Mountain dungeon.
"Are you guys going in or not? If not, move your asses. I want to go in."
Zhao Can looked behind Song Gua.
"You want to go in? By yourself?"
Song Gua thought about it seriously.
"Strictly speaking, yes, by myself."
Beside them, Ma Feng burst out laughing.
"Soloing a dungeon? You think just because you're Level 10, you can solo a Level 5 dungeon? Right, you little punk spent three months in jail. You must have completely forgotten all the basic Professional knowledge you learned in class, haven't you?"
Song Gua gave him a puzzled look.
"None of your damn business."
"You... Do you still think you're that genius surrounded by an entourage? What are you acting so cocky for!"
"None of your damn business."
Ma Feng's face turned green from the retorts. Gripping the Level 1 katana in his hand, he was about to step forward and duke it out with Song Gua.
Zhao Can stopped him.
"With such a huge level gap, are you asking for a beating?"
Ma Feng gritted his teeth and shut his mouth.
With a slight smile, Zhao Can took a few steps toward Song Gua.
"Last night, Vice Guild Leader Wang Xing went back to look for you. He thought it was unsafe for you to be alone out in the wilderness, so he was planning to bring you into our party to keep each other company. Did you see him?"
"Wang Xing? Who is Wang Xing?"
"He's the younger brother of Wang Ye, the Guild Leader of the Tyrant Guild. He's not very old, but thanks to his brother's connections, he managed to get a nominal Vice Guild Leader title. The Tyrant Guild is considered one of the developing guilds invested in by our Zhao family. When I came out to level up this time, I hired them to help power-level me."
Tyrant Guild?
That did match up with that commission letter.
Song Gua's expression remained unchanged as he said, "Tyrant Guild? Never heard of them. After you guys left last night, I left too. I didn't run into anyone."
Zhao Can was somewhat disappointed that Song Gua didn't fall for the trap.
He kept mentioning Wang Xing, the Tyrant Guild, and so on, without directly pointing out the physical characteristics of the person who went back to look for him.
He was just waiting for Song Gua to say, "I didn't see that bald guy," or mention any of Wang Xing's distinguishing features.
As long as Song Gua said that, Zhao Can would be certain that Wang Xing's death was definitely related to Song Gua.
But now, it could only remain a suspicion.
"Are you sure you want to solo a Level 5 dungeon?"
"What, do I need the Zhao family's permission to enter a dungeon now?"
"Heh, of course not. It's just that soloing a dungeon is quite dangerous. I can sponsor you a set of Level 5 Excellent-quality equipment. If you get any material drops in the dungeon, just share a little with me."
Seeing that Zhao Can seemed to be trying to rope in Song Gua, Ma Feng was unhappy and furrowed his brows.
He had lived in Song Gua's shadow for the past three years.
Now that he had sought refuge with the Zhao family, he didn't want to have to see Song Gua all the time again.
"Young Master Can, this guy has a trash class. He's not worth investing in!"
Zhao Can said indifferently, "We're all friends here. What's this about a trash class? With a 2.0 growth rate sitting right there, I don't think Song Gua's future combat power will be weak."
"But..."
At this time, Song Gua pushed aside the Level 10 party blocking the dungeon entrance. "There's no need, Young Master Noob. I'm not the type to accept favors."
With that said, Song Gua stepped into the vortex and entered the dungeon.
Zhao Can's face turned ashen. "My name is Zhao Can, not Zhao Noob..."
Hua Xiangrong burst into laughter beside him. Zhao Can glared at her, and she immediately shut her mouth.
Zhao Can vented his anger on that leaderboard-pushing party.
"What are you still standing around for?! Even the solo player has gone in, and you guys still need to mentally prepare yourselves here?!"
"Yes, yes, yes, we're going right now, right now..."
Right at this moment, the crowd saw the word "Hell" flashing above the Red-Eyed Monkey Mountain dungeon.
Dungeons had five selectable difficulties.
Easy, Enhanced, Hard, Nightmare, and Hell.
The higher the difficulty, the stronger the monsters, the greater the drops and experience, and the higher the probability of yielding high-quality items.
The flashing text above the dungeon indicated the difficulty chosen by the person who had just entered.
Ma Feng was astonished. "He's soloing and he chose Hell? Is he crazy? Did he go in to commit suicide?"
Hua Xiangrong sneered. "I bet he didn't pay attention in class and thinks he can just teleport out if he dies in the dungeon. He thinks this is a game!"
Zhao Can frowned deeply. He could tell that while Song Gua seemed casual, he was actually quite shrewd. He shouldn't be overestimating his capabilities to this extent.
What exactly was he relying on?
Was it related to how fast he leveled up?
Unfortunately, Song Gua had not started a livestream from inside the dungeon. Those standing outside had no idea what was happening within and could only make wild guesses.
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?!
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!
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.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
