Chapter 33: The First Plane—Hunting the Undead!
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The entire arena, above and below the stage, fell silent.
On the platform, Bloodbane had no idea what had happened.
The sudden system notification left him utterly bewildered.
“What the hell?”
“What’s going on?”
“How the hell did I die?!”
While Bloodbane was still struggling to comprehend the situation, the second round of the match had already begun.
At the start of each round, all player skills were immediately reset.
Thus, Draw Sword, which originally had a sixty-second cooldown, was instantly ready again.
And so, the second match began—and ended at once.
Slash!
Draw Sword—
-4088!
The scene from the previous round was perfectly repeated. Bloodbane did not even have the chance to draw his weapon before Netherworld instantly slew him from fifty yards away.
【Ding~ In this match, player “Netherworld” (Level 12, second advancement, Array Trickster) has won two rounds, while “Bloodbane” (Level 15, second advancement, Assassin) has won zero. Final result: “Netherworld” wins 2–0!】
As the system notification faded,
Lin Youwei cheered from below the stage. “Yay! Brother Netherworld won!”
Everyone else, however, stood there dumbfounded.
This match had completely overturned their understanding of the Array Trickster—the universally recognized worst class in the World of the Abyss.
“What the hell was that damage? A level-twelve Array Trickster dealt over four thousand damage? Are you kidding me?”
“Isn’t the Array Trickster supposed to be a support class? How did he kill someone from a distance?”
The players from Godslayer were so shocked that they began to question reality itself.
Godslayer Martial, who had tried to deceive Netherworld earlier, was no less stunned, the corner of his mouth twitching.
He had thought he had easily tricked an inexperienced newcomer who knew nothing, securing the right to occupy the first plane of the Ghost Tower today.
Who could have imagined that the newcomer he had deceived was actually a hidden master?
At the same time, the Heavenly Profound players who had not favored Netherworld even moments earlier now looked at him with admiration and praise.
“Damn! This guy was hiding his true strength! He’s incredible!”
“Where did Heavenly Profound dig up this expert? Judging by that damage, his account aptitude must be at least four-star, right?”
“You’re thinking too small! He’s guaranteed to have five-star aptitude!”
“Haha! Thanks to Brother Netherworld, everyone from levels ten to fifteen can enter the tower!”
Amid the crowd’s discussion,
Netherworld stepped down from the platform and faced Godslayer Martial.
“Can I go in now?”
Godslayer Martial’s expression was hideous. Without a word, he stepped aside.
Thus, Netherworld led Lin Youwei into the Ghost Tower.
Unbeknownst to him, a pair of eyes was watching him from within the crowd some distance away.
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Clad in a black, close-fitting combat suit, the girl’s slender waist and graceful figure were displayed to perfection.
Her neat, ear-length hair and deep, icy eyes accentuated her confidence and striking poise.
Nineteen-year-old Assassin Godslayer Moon gazed quietly at Netherworld among the crowd ahead, the corners of her lips curving faintly upward.
She immediately instructed the person beside her, “Get me all the information on this Netherworld within ten minutes.”
“Yes, Miss Qin!”
Meanwhile,
Netherworld and Lin Youwei had already passed through the entrance and stepped into the Ghost Tower.
The Ghost Tower was divided into eight planes according to level.
At their current levels, the two of them could enter only the first plane: the Night Watchers’ Camp.
Whoosh!
White light spilled down, and the two appeared simultaneously within a vast camp stretching as far as the eye could see.
The sky above the camp was pitch-black, making daytime resemble night.
The air was thick with the scent of death.
Countless points of green ghostly light floated through the darkness like eyes, staring fixedly at the players below.
All around them, countless player parties were hunting the undead monsters scattered throughout the enormous camp.
Netherworld immediately joined the hunt.
He was currently level twelve, and the maximum number of Death Warriors he could summon had reached 240.
With a thought, he summoned every Death Warrior within a vast five-hundred-yard radius.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
As whirlpools shimmering with silver light blossomed throughout every corner of the camp, one fully armored Death Warrior after another stepped forth from them, each radiating an extraordinary presence.
The nearby players were so frightened that they thought a boss had spawned.
After all, the Death Warriors did bear some resemblance to the undead soldiers inhabiting the Night Watchers’ Camp.
The only difference was that the Death Warriors possessed a far more powerful aura. Mistaking them for bosses was therefore perfectly understandable.
At the same time, Netherworld activated two formations on the spot.
War Stomp!
Bastion of Life!
Two invisible barriers spread from beneath Netherworld’s feet, instantly enveloping a vast area with a radius of one thousand yards.
With the twentyfold enhancement provided by the level-twelve E-rank War Stomp—400% of the Array Trickster’s attack power plus 1,200—the Death Warriors’ attack power soared from 38 to 1,672 in an instant.
At the same time, a shield worth 1,107 points appeared on every Death Warrior each second, stacking continuously.
In only a few seconds, the shields had already accumulated to three times Netherworld’s maximum health: 3,708 points.
Added to their own 496 health points, the Death Warriors’ vitality had broken through 4,000, making them comparable to elite monsters of the same level.
“Automatically hunt monsters.”
Netherworld issued the command to all the Death Warriors through his thoughts.
The next moment, through their shared vision, he saw the Death Warriors begin their slaughter.
Soul Shatter!
Slash!
-2483!
A level-twelve undead soldier had only just spawned and had not even drawn a breath of fresh air before being cleaved apart by a Death Warrior.
The same scene unfolded in every corner of the Night Watchers’ Camp.
The moment Netherworld summoned his army of the dead, a barrage of battle notifications rang in his ears.
【Ding~ Killed a level-twelve undead soldier. Experience +60!】
【Ding~ Killed a level-twelve undead assassin. Experience +60!】
【Ding~ Killed a level-thirteen undead archer. Experience +68!】
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Meanwhile, in front of Netherworld,
a green ghostly light descended onto the ground and transformed into an undead creature clad in black robes and holding a skull-topped staff. Ghostly radiance emanated from its entire body.
【Undead Mage】 (Magic Type · Common Monster)
【Level: 13】
【Magic Attack: 172】
【Armor: 82】
【Magic Resistance: 98】
【Speed: 67】
【Health: 1,130】
【Skills: Soul Seizure (F-rank), Breath of the Undead (F-rank)】
【Description: A soul crushed beneath the slaughter of the Lord of the Dead, Gaer, and forced to guard the Ghost Tower. It specializes in hunting the living who intrude upon the tower, offering human souls as sacrifices to the Lord of the Dead…】
The Undead Mage fixed its gaze on Netherworld.
It had just raised its staff and was about to cast a spell at him when Netherworld struck first and drew his sword.
Slash!
In the darkness, a sword shadow flashed and vanished.
-4088!
The next second, the Undead Mage dissolved into a cloud of ashes and drifted into the air.
【Ding~ Killed a level-thirteen Undead Mage. Experience +68!】
【Ding~ Draw Sword skill proficiency +1!】
Clatter~
At the spot where the Undead Mage had died and disappeared, a green gem dropped to the ground.
The moment Netherworld saw the gem, his eyes lit up.
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