Among Baldy's personal belongings, Song Gua found a commission letter.
Party A: Miss Butterfly.
Party B: Wangba Guild.
The content of the commission was that this Miss Butterfly had lost something and needed it retrieved.
The commission letter was very long, filled with boilerplate clauses.
Tucked at the very end was an A4 sheet of paper with a pencil sketch.
It depicted a black scale covered in dense, text-like symbols.
At the base of the scale was the mark of the Eye of Horus.
This was what Miss Butterfly wanted retrieved.
"This thing... looks like a Millennium Item that could help a certain Pharaoh return to the Underworld?"
It only looked like it; this wasn't the world where playing card games could save the world.
"The reward... eight million! So much money just to find something? This scale is definitely not simple!"
Song Gua had never even heard of the Wangba Guild. It was probably one of those small guilds that sprang up like mushrooms after rain every day.
Could Miss Butterfly be an out-of-towner who got scammed by the Wangba Guild?
Small guilds were basically just ragtag amateur groups. Song Gua had a bold idea.
"If I can find that scale and take this commission letter to claim the final payment, wouldn't that work too?"
Song Gua had this idea because the commission letter mentioned that the scale was highly likely in the hands of a student at Yunshan No. 5 High School.
Yunshan No. 5 High School.
That was his own school!
Wouldn't it be pretty convenient to look for something in his own school?
The clones chattered noisily.
"A small guild like the Wangba Guild has chaotic management. Impersonating them to complete the commission and earn the final payment is worth a try!"
"It won't be hard for him at all."
"Why would such a huge commission be in the hands of a small guild like this? There is definitely something fishy going on."
"I do not care if it is a massive trap, as long as there is money to be made!"
"There are risks! What if, when we deliver the goods, the other party refuses to pay and backstabs us?"
"Yeah, we have to consider that kind of danger."
Song Gua smiled and said with a hidden meaning, "No need to consider it."
One clone advised, "You bastard main body, do not get cocky! We have to play it safe to grow stronger!"
"You guys can handle these dangerous things. I will stay safe."
The silence of the clones was deafening.
"Song Gua! Be a decent human being!"
Song Gua pulled a tent out of his backpack.
"Alright, you guys go to the nearby Level 5 grinding zone and continue leveling up. I am going to sleep."
The clones were not happy.
"We need to rest too!"
"I might have an iron rod, but I am not made of iron!"
"Who is going to hang him on a streetlight?"
Song Gua criticized them sternly.
"You are all young, what is wrong with pulling an all-nighter? At your level, how can you even sleep?"
With that said, Song Gua crawled into the tent and fell fast asleep.
The miserable clones had no choice but to continue grouping up to grind levels.
The next morning, Song Gua woke up to the fragrant scent of earth.
After a comfortable stretch, he greeted the other version of himself in the tent.
"You are here."
"Yeah. As a newcomer, should I kowtow and pay my respects to the bastard main body, or bend over first?"
Song Gua was already used to waking up in the morning and seeing another version of himself sitting nearby.
This was the newly born clone.
Suddenly, Song Gua noticed that this guy had Lv7 floating above his head!
Song Gua was shocked.
"Holy crap! How is your level higher than mine right at birth? What a bastard!"
The new clone pointed at the top of Song Gua's head.
"You are also Lv7. We are the same."
Song Gua heard the faint sounds of battle outside. The clones had pulled an all-nighter and were still fighting.
The stats of wild monsters doubled at night, making them harder to fight, so the grinding efficiency dropped significantly during the night.
Even so, over the course of the night, Song Gua had leveled up twice relying on the experience fed back from the clones.
"A newly born clone will have the same level as I do at the time? So the cloning ability has this kind of additional effect. Then what is your class?"
The new clone shrugged.
"No class. I am a freelancer; I can only learn general skills."
"Ah, this... a vanilla God of War."
"Just take me to the Class Temple to get a class change, and it will be fine."
"It costs money to enter that place."
"Chump change."
"One a day, and it is no longer chump change."
"I have an idea."
The two spoke in unison: "Zero-dollar shopping."
Song Gua smiled.
"We really are in sync."
The new clone also smiled.
"Duh."
Song Gua thought for a moment.
"Let us hold off for now. We will wait until we have gathered a good number of newcomers, and then we will pull off a big heist."
Today was yet another day of scrolling through videos of pretty girls dancing.
No, wait, it was a day of hard grinding.
Song Gua did not go to the Swamp of Sorrows, to avoid running into Zhao Can and Hua Xiangrong.
He headed straight for the Level 10 grinding zone.
Some of the wild monsters here could fly, and the combat difficulty was noticeably higher.
But the experience yield was also greater, especially for cross-level kills.
There were far fewer people in the Level 10 grinding zone. If he went a little deeper, he could monopolize the area for grinding, just like in the Swamp of Sorrows.
Having clones under Level 5 fight Level 10 monsters meant that, at first, they could only rely on gang-beating tactics.
Ten clones fighting one monster; they could always wear it down to death.
The monsters' resistance to sealing was very weak. By assigning one or two crowd-control classes to each group, they could just stun-lock the monsters to death.
Once a kill was successful, the massive experience gained from such a high cross-level kill was enough to make a Level 0 clone jump two levels instantly!
The clones, like Song Gua, had a 2.0 growth rate. Once they leveled up, it meant a 20-point increase in stats, so their boost in strength was very obvious.
Slowly persevering like this, by noon, their monster-killing efficiency began to rise.
Song Gua's level also reached Level 8.
In the afternoon, more and more clones reached Level 5, and they equipped the Level 5 vanilla gear they had farmed the day before.
The clones designated as the main force, the Fire Warrior, Rhythm Mage, and Nightshade Assassin, could even take down a Level 10 monster with just two or three people.
Combat efficiency improved even further.
Their levels were higher, but their leveling speed had not slowed down at all.
After nightfall, accompanied by a beam of holy light descending upon his head, Song Gua broke through to Level 10!
At this point, 59 people in the clone brigade had reached Level 5.
The Fire Warrior, Rhythm Mage, and Nightshade Assassin had even reached Level 7. This leveling speed was leaps and bounds ahead of their peers.
Enjoying the total experience cut from all his clones, Song Gua's leveling speed was beyond words; no one among the fresh graduates could match him.
"That is about enough. It is time to go break dungeon records and get the class-change gold medal!"
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.”
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.
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."
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
