I Can Get 1,000,000x Returns from Selling Anything!-Chapter 118 --Special Players in the Corners of the World
In addition to the skill books, there were also two Ascension Stones.
With that, two more mid-grade powerhouses would soon join his ranks.
His gaze swept across the entirety of Godscar.
Combined, the allied forces of the non-human races and the Shadow Council still had well over a hundred legendary-grade experts, while humanity had originally possessed only a little over sixty.
But with the twenty fresh reinforcements he had brought—twenty of the very best reinforcements, no less—the human side had completely stabilized its position.
A faint smile curved Daniel’s lips.
Next came the harvest.
...
In a hidden pocket world, several hundred players stood atop the city walls, staring out at the boundless undead army beyond the city.
Skeleton warriors surged forward like a tidal wave. Gold-grade skeleton warriors raised their battle blades high, leading the endless flood of bones.
Rotting corpses, gargoyles, liches, undead knights, hell reapers...
Countless undead creatures were closing in on this solitary city.
And in the skies above, dozens of bone dragons circled overhead.
Their riders gripped pitch-black lances as they tore through the clouds at will, letting out ear-piercing shrieks.
The faces of the hundreds of players had turned deathly pale, their eyes filled with terror.
Charles, a player from World Zone No. 616, clenched his fists tightly and turned to glare at the group of players from other world zones, fury blazing in his eyes.
"Look at the mess you’ve caused!"
His voice trembled with rage.
"All for some stupid quest, and you actually tore open the undead passage! Did any of you even think about the consequences?"
"Yes, this is a game—but our choices can still determine the direction of the entire game. And unless something unexpected happens, the whole of Aetheria is going to be swallowed by these piles of bones!"
"Hmph!"
Averly, a player from World Zone No. 1213, let out a cold sneer.
"What, can’t handle it anymore?"
He folded his arms, his face full of disdain.
"The system’s quest was to open the undead passage. Are we supposed to give up an SSS-grade reward just because of your pathetic little sense of justice? Don’t be naïve."
He paused, his gaze sweeping across every player present.
"We chosen ones all possess hidden talents of S-grade or above. From the very first day the servers opened, we were thrown into this dump and forced to claw our way up step by step."
"With our strength, the moment we return to the main world, we’ll rise to the very top of the player rankings in no time."
The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and a feverish gleam lit up his eyes.
"And when that happens, we can lead all those rookies in the main world and wipe out the undead calamity ourselves. Fame and fortune, both in our hands. Isn’t that perfect?"
Those words deeply resonated with the crowd. Even quite a few players from World Zone No. 616 found themselves secretly agreeing.
"Averly’s right! We’re the chosen ones—the group with the highest talents in the entire game!"
"How could the players in the main world possibly compare to us?"
"Once we get back, they’ll be begging on their knees for us to carry them!"
"Exactly! What’s the point of defending this broken city? Let it fall. That way we can finally head back to the main world."
"I’ve wanted to go there for ages. This place is unbearable—same few faces over and over again. I’m sick of it."
"Once we return to the main world, every one of us will be a god-tier player. We’ll scare the life out of those country bumpkins and show them what real power looks like!"
As Charles listened to the chatter, his expression darkened like storm clouds.
Inwardly, he let out a helpless sigh.
"Charles, you’re taking this way too seriously. It’s just a game—does it really matter that much?"
One of the players from World Zone No. 616 patted him on the shoulder.
"Yeah. It’s just a game. What difference does it make where you play?"
Charles said nothing.
He simply stared at the overwhelming undead army in the distance and tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
...
Winterhold, Godscar, in the northern frontier.
Ever since Daniel’s forces had descended upon the battlefield like a thunderclap, the tide of war had begun tilting at an unstoppable speed.
In less than half an hour, humanity’s experts had already driven the coalition army of the non-human races and the Shadow Council into complete despair.
Those legendary-grade non-human experts who had once been so arrogant were now few and far between.
One after another, they fell beneath Daniel’s arrows, dissolving into golden motes of light that scattered through the warped space.
The final survivor was the beastfolk expert, Montague.
His body was drenched in blood, golden blood streaming from dozens of wounds and staining the cracked earth beneath his feet.
His breathing was ragged and labored, every breath accompanied by intense pain.
And yet he remained standing, preserving the last dignity of a warrior amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Then, an endless torrent of skills engulfed him.
A few moments later, Montague coughed up mouthful after mouthful of blood, his body swaying on the verge of collapse.
His eyes swept across the battlefield—
The non-human experts who had once fought alongside him were now nothing more than cold corpses, scattered across every corner of Godscar.
He knew that today, he was doomed.
The great plan of the six races had failed completely.
"No! I refuse to accept this—!"
Montague threw back his head and roared to the heavens, his voice filled with rage and unwillingness.
At that very moment, Daniel’s figure appeared before him.
[Wind’s Embrace]!
Invisible chains of wind surged from the void, binding Montague fast. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
Faint golden runes flowed along those chains, each one containing the ancient laws of wind.
[Source of Shadow]!
Three layers of dark curses descended at once. A dark abyss dragged him into unconsciousness, a dark illusion eroded his life force, and a dark seal locked away his final means of resistance.
[Serpent’s Thundercell]!
Tens of thousands of thunder serpents poured down from the sky, violet lightning illuminating the whole of Godscar as brightly as day.
-78,485,451!
-79,456,181!
-79,945,541!
[Ding! You have killed the non-human races leader BOSS "Montague"! Experience +2,000,000,000! Contribution Points +900,000! Gold Coins +1,500,000!]
[Obtained "High-tier Divinity Fragment" ×5!
Obtained "Heavenscar Pass" ×10!
Obtained "Ethereal Shard" ×5!]
The corners of Daniel’s lips lifted slightly.
At last, the final leader of the non-human races had fallen.
Still, Montague’s strength was nowhere near that of the shadowkin overlord Baal, and the loot he dropped could only be considered decent at best.
Daniel put away the spoils and shifted his gaze beyond Godscar.
Out there, tens of millions of non-human troops were still besieging Winterhold.
Daniel shot out of Godscar and rose above the vast army of the non-human races.
He raised his staff, and four skills erupted at once, splitting into more than a hundred attacks that poured down like an apocalyptic natural disaster.
[Arrowstorm].
[Shattering Comet].
[Aetherlance].
[Serpent’s Thundercell].
-78,486,461!
-76,464,649!
-76,961,613!
[Ding! You have killed large numbers of non-human commanders! Gold Coins +2,530,000! Obtained "Berserker Armor (Exalted-grade)" ×1! ...]
[Ding! You have killed large numbers of non-human elites! Gold Coins +1,640,000! Obtained "Bloodbattle Blade (Exalted-grade)" ×1! ...]
[Ding! You have killed large numbers of non-human warriors! Gold Coins +1,160,000! Obtained "Berserker Bracers (Exalted-grade)" ×1! ...]
After several volleys, the vast non-human army that had once blotted out the sky was reduced to a field of corpses and ashes.
