Attribute Farming System-Chapter 88: Furious Geniuses
"Scary… Big Bro…" Lily mumbled as she fearfully clung to Knox's head.
"A monster!!" Nala announced with an abnormally high amount of hatred. "You're actually harboring a monster, Knox Falazar!? Are you betraying the human race!??"
Knox let go of the pitiful Seamon, his focus now on Nala's livid face. He blocked her killing intent and aura from affecting Cela and Lily, then began to speak in a frosty tone:
"I don't give a shit what crawled up your ass or what your reason for such racial hatred is," he coldly uttered. "But stay out of this if you know what's good for you. I don't like beating up women, but I'll make an exception for you if need be."
"KNOX FALAZAR!!"
"Yeah, that's the name; don't forget it," Knox remarked before returning his attention to the now enraged Seamon and his affiliated armies. "Don't worry, though. After I deal with these buffoons, I'll open up just enough in my hectic schedule to personally service you."
Cela already hated the busty, barely-clothed Nala, but after misinterpreting the hatred in the air for sexual tension, her abhorrence outwardly projected itself. Her surging purple and black aura engulfed the area, and needing an outlet, she looked to Knox for permission.
After a brief pause—
"Fine," said Knox. "But only those few hundred thousand over there. And try not to kill them if you can; I want to do the finishers. Or if I decide to slave them, they still need to be alive."
Cela's happiness overflowed. She swung around Knox before kissing him on the cheek and flying to where he told her she could go.
Crazy shouts and laughter then resounded a second later…
And for some reason, that was what acted as the start of the battle.
"KILL THEM ALL!!!"
Seamon Meldon's wrathful bellow was immediately followed up by the warrior-like shouts of all the NPCs gathered in the skies. They brandished their weapons and conjured spells, creating a vibrant array of volatile elements.
"Ho?" Knox mused, his pupils reflecting the dazzling sight before him. "Are you ready, Lily?"
Lily bobbed her head. "Am ready, Big Bro," she said as she actively increased the output of her |Time Cheat| Prospect.
This action of hers temporarily improved Knox's comprehension of the Time Element.
His Speed Tripled!
"You read my mind, Lily," Knox evilly grinned, lightning crackling around him. "Let's finish this quickly."
Without waiting for confirmation, the corners of Knox's mouth stretched out his cheeks. He then blurred—his figure but a mere series of afterimages that appeared all over.
SPLAT!
*Ding!*
[You have slain 120,000+ Cultivators ranging from the Foundation Establishment to Soul Formation Realm!]
[A massive-sized pile of Attribute Orbs has dropped!]
[Strength +65,000]
[Agility +870,000]
[Affinity +13]
[Energy +124,720]
X1,105,000 more…
[Acquired 8,000 Kingdom Coins by reducing the Forces of multiple opposing Trial Nations!]
"Good haul," Knox calmly said, his Intent Swords dripping blood. "But I feel as if you bunch have more to give. A ragtag group like yours surely has to be worth quite the pretty penny, no?"
"!!!" "!!!" "!!!"
Everyone on the opposing side felt shivers crawl down their spines. Even the NPCs were no exception, for if one disregarded their fabricated existences and willingness to be slaves, they were as human as they came.
Too many to count wished to flee for their lives, but without their Master's permission, that was impossible…
"Wh-What are you all waiting for!?" Seamon shouted through chattering teeth. "KILL THE CRIPPLE!!!"
"Yeah, kill me!"
Knox joined in on the fun, cheering right beside the trembling Meldon Household's Young Master.
"!??"
"H-How did you get beside me!?" Seamon screamed like a little girl as he backed up, once again hiding behind the backs of his subordinates. "Y… You're just crippled trash! You're not supposed to be this formidable…!"
Knox flashed the most terrifying smile Seamon had ever seen. "Oh, you haven't seen anything yet."
FWIP!
He vanished like a ghost, his whereabouts unknown.
However, within nanoseconds, the agonizing screams of thousands drained the last of the color from Seamon's face. He hollered command after command, sending hundreds of thousands to their deaths. Moreover, he wasn't the only one doing this, for all his Young Master and Young Miss buddies were doing the same things.
But not only did their attempts at trapping him fail terribly—the longer they uselessly resisted, the more they fell like flies. Every million or so NPC deaths, Knox would take the life of one of their own.
"For offending my Senior Sister, I'll kill you a hundred times over!"
The enraged voice of Star-Gazer Child carried through the wind, finding its way to Knox.
"You'll kill me, huh?" He mocked before looking at Nala Maybringer. "Well, did you hear that, big sis? Your junior brother is going to kill me a hundred times for your sake!"
No response.
Turning back toward Star-Gazer Child, Knox's derision was made known. "I do wonder something: How are you going to kill me a hundred times if I can only die once, dumbass?"
"BASTARD!!!"
OOOM!
"Yeah, I've heard that one before," Knox laughed as his hand flickered. "I've also killed most everyone who called me by that title. You're no exception."
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SPURT!
One of the most fearsome Children of the Water Deity exploded in a morbid firework of blood. He hadn't even received the chance to unleash his Star-related Martial Skills.
Nala was further incensed, but she knew it wasn't yet the time to act.
"Welp, that was anticlimactic," Knox said with a light chuckle. "Well, whatever, let's finish things up."
His predatory gaze locked onto the tens of millions of cultivators and Trial Takers. A cold chill ran through all of them, but that didn't prevent them from being ruthlessly hunted.
Until finally…
"W-What… sort of monster are you…!?"
Over 30% of the tens of millions of gathered Cultivators died—all by the hands of a single devil-like man.
As for the remaining 70%, Knox only left them alive because… all their Masters were lying in their graves…
The heirs and descendants of the Duke and Count Households, the prodigies of various sects, those rare itinerant geniuses seeking riches—all dead.
Their greed blinded them. And for it, they lost their lives.
At least, that was the case for their continued existence in Pandora and the King's Grounds…
"Dammit! That monstrous bastard killed me!"
"He got you too!? That fucker!"
"Let's have the Elders slaughter him when he leaves!!"
Of those enraged by the actions of a single devilish man, there was one returner who had something else on her mind.
Yara—the friend that Yennefer assumed had permanently died before she learned the truth of Pandora. A girl who clenched her chest while not knowing if her friend even knew she was still alive.
Even though her soul had been moderately damaged because of the soul sliver that was destroyed with her death in Pandora, concern for Yennefer outweighed the pain.
"Yen..…"
—Meanwhile, back inside Pandora, the 2nd Trial, King's Grounds—
"You're the last one left, Semen-shit."
Knox's voice rang out like the devil's in the ears of Seamon Meldon—a man who had not only pissed himself for the third time but also shat himself. And based on the brown stream trailing down most of his lower half, it was clear that this was no normal accidental shatting situation.
No, this was an all-you-can-eat Taco Bell type scenario.
