Translator: AnubisTL
The old man stood rooted to the spot, his face etched with exhaustion as he sank into deep thought.
If...
If Chen Jiang's method could be shared with the human race, wouldn't humanity instantly transform from a dwindling force into the dominant power?!
Meanwhile, Chen Jiang stood nearby, gazing at the distant sky pit.
Leaning on his cane, he felt the night wind against his face, carrying a faint heat. A faint smile played on his lips as he quietly savored the moment.
One heavy truck.
In exchange, 270,000 kills.
The insect race swarming within that sky pit were even denser and more numerous than he had imagined.
Simultaneously, this slaughter earned him 27,000 human race merit points.
Only killing alien race players who had declared war on the human race, or vice versa, awarded 1 merit point.
Killing other alien races yielded just 0.1 merit points per kill.
The race kill rankings, however, were based solely on kill count, not merit points.
In terms of merit points alone, this operation was a loss.
He had spent over 100,000 human race merit points, only to recover 27,000.
But he had gained something far more valuable: rare items.
A bloodstained white shirt with near-time-stopping capabilities.
An oversized space bracelet.
A ticket to the grand Gluttonous Feast event.
A battle-ruined fragment.
Of course, none of these were the most important thing.
The most important thing was:
The damned insect race in those sky pits had been wiped out. This meant he could now freely travel to another wasteland adjacent to the original site of City 18 to collect vast quantities of semi-scrapped items.
This meant his turret would become significantly more powerful.
People often said that firearms were merely external tools, unreliable and ultimately inferior. True power, they claimed, lay in enhancing one's personal abilities.
But—
When a cannon with a barrel three thousand meters, or even thirty thousand meters, in diameter slowly emerged from a phantom gate above, its muzzle aimed directly at the person who spoke such words,
That person would fall silent.
When a weapon's caliber reached such an extreme scale, it transcended the realm of mere firearms.
It became divine retribution!
A flicker of anticipation crossed Chen Jiang's eyes, a smile playing on his lips as he settled into the driver's seat, ready to floor the accelerator and head toward the wasteland he had never visited before.
Outside City 18 lay two wastelands.
He had already thoroughly scavenged one of them.
But the other remained unexplored.
This time, he would venture into that uncharted wasteland.
Wait!
Just as he was about to slam his foot on the accelerator, Chen Jiang's face froze as he realized something. Had the wasteland escaped the cataclysmic explosion?
To be honest, he had a bad feeling about it.
Chen Jiang sat in the driver's seat for a moment, then got out of the car, activated his Seven-Eyed Mechanical Wing, and flew into the air, gazing down at the sky pit that had once been City 18.
As expected.
The wasteland hadn't escaped. It was now engulfed in raging flames.
Essentially, it was ruined.
In that case, they'd have to resort to Plan B.
"Lo... Lord Feng Jiutian."
At the edge of a cliff in a mountain valley, Feng Jiutian stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression serene as he gazed into the distant night sky, as if nothing had happened.
His subordinate, standing beside him, wore a slightly panicked expression, racking his brains for a way to comfort Lord Feng Jiutian.
But after stammering for ages, he couldn't utter a single word.
It wasn't that the subordinate was dim-witted; it was simply that Lord Feng Jiutian had been humiliated so thoroughly this time that even he felt the sting.
First, Feng Jiutian had broadcast three global speaker messages in a single day, arrogantly declaring war on the human player.
Then, he had relentlessly climbed the race kill rankings.
The human player hadn't spoken a word since his meaningless global speaker message at noon, and his race kill count hadn't budged. It was as if he'd surrendered.
Then, just before midnight, as the race kill rankings were about to close, that human player killed over two hundred thousand alien race players in a single minute.
He instantly surpassed Lord Feng Jiutian, not only taking the lead but widening the gap to a despairing extent, crushing any remaining will to resist.
And then came the barrage of global speaker messages, nearly flooding the screen with their relentless taunts:
["Keep crying."]
["Keep whining."]
["Where's the fight? You've been silent all day. Why stop now?"]
["Tsk, pathetic."]
These relentless, humiliating messages shattered Lord Feng Jiutian's last psychological defenses.
If Lord Feng Jiutian had erupted in fury, his subordinates wouldn't have been so terrified.
But instead, Lord Feng Jiutian stood motionless, staring into the distance with unnerving calm. He had been standing there for over half an hour, without moving a single step.
There was no rage, not even a flicker of emotion on his face.
It was as if he couldn't care less about the entire situation.
Yet the more composed he appeared, the greater his inner turmoil grew.
"L-Lord Feng Jiutian," the subordinate standing beside him stammered, his voice trembling with fear. "That human player must have gotten incredibly lucky... or they're cheating."
"I—"
Just as he was about to elaborate, Feng Jiutian, standing at the cliff's edge, calmly interrupted, "In the previous Ten Thousand Races Arena, did anyone achieve 270,000 kills in a single day by the third day of the race kill rankings?"
"N-no, Lord Feng Jiutian," the subordinate replied hastily. "During the last race kill rankings, it wasn't until the seventeenth day that an alien race player finally surpassed 10,000 kills in a single day."
"Indeed," Feng Jiutian murmured, his expression momentarily distant. "In the previous race kill rankings, it took seventeen days for an alien race player to reach 10,000 kills in a single day. Yet this time, on just the third day, someone has already achieved 270,000 kills."
"Lord Feng Jiutian..."
"Spare me the platitudes," Feng Jiutian snapped, his composure returning. After a pause, he gazed calmly at the distant starry river and asked, "What is the mechanical race's greatest advantage?"
"He must have experienced the Ten Thousand Races Arena before and knows all the hidden information about the upcoming events."
"Or perhaps he's fighting on his home turf, learned about the Ten Thousand Races Arena years in advance, and prepared accordingly."
"The mechanical race should focus on maximizing its strengths to the fullest."
"Dominating the top race kill rankings is merely an insignificant part of the mechanical race's grand plan."
"If we lose, we lose."
"It won't affect the overall strategy."
"From now on, I won't pay any more attention to that human player. Once the mechanical race's grand plan is secured and our overwhelming force crushes everything in its path, Human Player Chen Jiang will pay the price for his words today."
"He's just a clown."
"I couldn't care less."
"Yes, sir!"
The subordinate standing nearby breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't care whether Lord Feng Jiutian truly believed these words, as long as he wasn't made a scapegoat.
Speaking of which, Lord Feng Jiutian had only managed to kill so many aliens in a single day thanks to the Meat Valley he had prepared in advance. What advantage did Human Player Chen Jiang possess?
(End of the Chapter)
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