I Have Two Hundred Power Leveling Accounts

[Name: Song Gua]

[Age: 18]

[Level: 5 (2%)]

[Class: First Advancement - Bonder [A, Combat Type, Command Sequence]]

[Class Talents:

-- Unpretentious: See Chapter 1

-- Power of Unity: See Chapter 1]

[Weapon Mastery: None]

[Armor Mastery: Light Armor (Mastery Activated, Strength Attribute +10%, Agility Attribute +10%)]

[Strength: 55+5.5]

[Constitution: 25]

[Spirit: 25]

[Agility: 55+5.5]

[Growth: 2.0]

[Skills (4/5): See Chapter 1]

[Equipment: Weapon - None, Top - Chainmail (Common, Lv5), Bottom - Scale Armor Leggings (Common, Lv5), Feet - Bronze Boots (Common, Lv5), Head - Black Iron Helmet (Common, Lv5), Ring - None, Necklace - None, Bracelet - None, Cloak - None]

"20 attribute points at Level 1. By leveling up to Level 5, my attributes have all doubled."

Doubled attributes meant that every aspect of Song Gua's body had improved twofold.

The force of his punches, his running speed, his emergency reaction times, and so on.

Even his sensory abilities, although the enhancement wasn't as exaggerated as a complete doubling, because sensory abilities were a physical trait that was extremely difficult to improve.

At this moment, Song Gua felt sharp in sight and hearing, his whole body seemingly filled with endless strength.

"Leveling up this fast, I'm almost not used to my own body anymore."

The clones, who were still bitterly grinding monsters, all cast him looks of disdain.

"If you're in the mood to humblebrag here, you might as well come over and help us fight."

"After working an entire afternoon, my fucking back aches..."

"Isn't there a brother in the logistics department who is an Oracle Potion Maker? He should be able to make a potion that quickly eliminates fatigue, right? Give us one."

"I can't make shit without materials."

The wild monsters didn't drop any materials at all, and even their corpses would disappear shortly after death.

As the main force among the clones gradually leveled up to Level 3 and Level 4.

The monsters in the Swamp of Sorrows were no longer enough.

The ganging-up squads formed by the clones shrank from ten people at the beginning to five, and even down to two or three, as the strength of the main force increased.

The more squads there were, the more wild monsters they naturally killed at the same time.

The spawn rate of wild monsters in this area finally couldn't keep up.

"Let's rest for a while, just in time to wait for the next wave of monsters to spawn."

By now, the sky had grown dark.

Song Gua took out some food from his bag and began to enjoy his dinner.

The clones also sat on the ground, eating in groups of three or five.

The clones also had the inventory ability, so each of them had 10 slots to store things.

Originally, the clones didn't need to eat.

When they overlapped with the main body, their bodies would be in a constant state. Although they could communicate, they didn't actually consume any energy.

However, when they came out to fight, work, and got tired, they still had to replenish water and food just like normal people.

"Report—Boss! Someone's coming!"

Those dozen or so pitiful guys from the logistics type had nothing to do, so they simply stood guard in the distance.

If there was any movement nearby, they didn't need to run over to pass the message. They just had to open their mouths and speak, and it would be broadcasted to everyone within Song Gua's local network, so everyone could hear it.

"Put on the masks."

The clones, who were eating, chatting, and goofing off, pulled down their masks in perfect unison.

One by one, masks of 8 Dot, 6 Character, 5 Bamboo, and so on appeared. In the dead of night, they looked quite frightening.

"Boss, it's acquaintances coming. One is Zhao Can, and the other is Hua Xiangrong! They are also accompanied by six professionals above level ten. They're probably power-levelers hired by Zhao Can."

Song Gua smiled.

Only six.

I have two hundred power-levelers!

The Zhao family was one of the four major families in Yunshan City, an absolute local tyrant.

Their local influence was intricate, their business empire deeply rooted. There was no shortage of high-level professionals within the family, and they also controlled several major guilds in Yunshan City.

Zhao Can was one of the sons of the Zhao family's patriarch.

In fact, Zhao Can was the big family connection that Ma Feng had clung to.

Three months ago, it was precisely because Zhao Can vouched for him that Ma Feng managed to escape unscathed from a brawling incident.

As for Hua Xiangrong?

Song Gua scoured the original owner's memories.

He finally found this person in a dusty corner of his mind.

She was one of the many girls who had confessed their feelings to the original owner.

She also seemed to be the school beauty of the Fifth High School.

Although the clones were all wearing masks, Song Gua still retracted all of them, except for the ones standing guard on the perimeter.

Just in case the newcomers had itchy hands and tried to pull off their masks for fun.

The cloning ability absolutely could not be exposed; it was his greatest trump card in this world.

After retracting the surrounding clones, Song Gua heard footsteps and voices approaching.

"There are way too many mosquitoes here!"

"That's how it is near a swamp, just bear with it."

"Let's change to another place to level up. Why do we have to come here?"

"After a whole day, the monsters in several Level 5 leveling zones are getting scarce. Only the Swamp of Sorrows doesn't have many visitors. Didn't you want to pull an all-nighter to level up? This place is the most suitable."

Hua Xiangrong walked while slapping at the relentlessly pursuing army of mosquitoes.

Zhao Can had his arm half-wrapped around her as they walked in the middle of the power-levelers.

"We're here."

"Young Master Can, the Swamp of Sorrows is right ahead. The monsters should be at full capacity. I reckon no one has been here to hunt them all day."

It was too dark, so Zhao Can glanced toward the swamp, but there seemed to be no movement at all.

"Are there monsters here?"

Among the professionals power-leveling Zhao Can, there was a Dazzling Light Mage who cast a Flash spell over the swamp.

"Bang!"

The skill's light sphere exploded in mid-air like a firework, releasing a multicolored brilliance that illuminated more than half of the swamp.

A scene that left everyone speechless appeared.

There wasn't a single monster!

It was completely empty, terrifyingly quiet!

"This..."

"That's impossible. No one ever comes here."

"Look, there's someone roasting by a fire on the shore."

Zhao Can frowned slightly. "Could it be that the Level 5 monsters in the Swamp of Sorrows were all killed by him?"

Hua Xiangrong looked closely and felt he looked somewhat familiar.

"It looks like..."

Having walked this far while enduring the mosquito attacks, the group was extremely unwilling to give up.

They immediately walked toward Song Gua, wanting to ask for an explanation.

As they drew closer, by the faint light of the campfire, Hua Xiangrong saw clearly.

"Song Gua? It really is you. Why are you here?"

Song Gua poked the campfire with a wooden stick, gnawing on an instant chicken leg.

"To level up, of course. Why else would I be here, to bask in the moonlight?"

"You're leveling up alone in a Level 5 zone? Don't joke around."

Zhao Can was more meticulous and inspected Song Gua's information.

Because Song Gua had hidden his personal information, Zhao Can could only see his level.

"Level 5? He's Level 5!"

Hua Xiangrong paled in shock.

"Impossible. We've been busy all day and only reached Level 3, which is already considered very fast. How could he..."

Hua Xiangrong did her own inspection and found that Song Gua really was Level 5.

She was dumbfounded.

How did he do it?

"Does Song Gua also have power-levelers? He's an orphan relying on the school's financial aid for living expenses, so where would he get that kind of money? Moreover, reaching Level 5 in a single day, how many power-levelers would he have to hire? Not even the people from the Zhao family play like this!"

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