[Nutcracker: Seriously? Weaver has triggered another event? Didn’t he just trigger one barely a day ago?]

[goldeneagle: Damn! This time I can’t miss out on the benefits of the event. Luckily I’m close to the Dark Forest!]

[Yourwife: It seems it’s time to finally meet my husband, hehe. See you later, guys.]

[Lukname: This Weaver is truly too terrifying! Damn!]

The trigger of the new event left everyone shocked and ecstatic.

This wasn’t like the previous event where each death cost thirty lives. This time, each death still cost only a single life. All they had to do was kill as much as possible within the stipulated time.

Besides, being unable to log out, they had little choice but to head toward the Dark Forest and slaughter the incoming wave of beasts.

...

At the Beginner’s Village, a white light materialized at the entrance, and Auronine emerged from within it.

The moment he returned to the game and heard the notification, he couldn’t help but freeze.

’Weaver triggered another event?’

A cold glint flashed across his eyes.

This time, he wasn’t going to let Weaver off lightly.

He was going to make sure he killed Weaver as many times as possible.

Multiple bright lights erupted beside him.

Leading the group was an old man with a flowing white beard and dark green eyes that seemed to carry the weight of years.

The old man turned toward Auronine and spoke meaningfully.

"Kid, I hope you didn’t bring me here to waste my time. If the treasure on that child isn’t satisfactory enough, be ready to shoulder the blame."

Hearing those words, Auronine quickly forced a smile.

"Elder, you need not worry. I promise that the treasure on that boy is exactly as I’ve described. All you need to do is kill him. Besides, he has a vast amount of lives."

Recalling how Weaver had survived his sneak attack, Auronine guessed that the boy likely possessed an enormous reserve of lives.

The old man snorted coldly, and a steel spear appeared in his grasp.

"That’s because you haven’t encountered an artifact before. Each death inflicted by this artifact claims fifty lives. Do you know what it means for this to be the family heirloom?"

Auronine’s eyes widened in shock.

A trace of greed surfaced within them.

The old man’s gaze sharpened immediately.

"You dare harbor designs on the family heirloom? Are you crazy, brat?!"

A vein bulged across his forehead as he roared.

The two guards standing beside him instinctively shrank their necks.

Both of them were already Level 10 warriors and far stronger than Auronine, yet neither dared challenge the old man.

Hearing the outburst, Auronine hurriedly suppressed the greed in his eyes and maintained his smile.

The old man waved a hand, and the spear vanished.

"Lead the way toward that boy."

"Okay, sir."

Auronine nodded.

The killing intent in his eyes was impossible to conceal as he led the old man toward the depths of the Dark Forest.

With this old man here, Weaver’s death was only a matter of time.

...

Inside a familiar apartment,

A slender young woman with a curvy figure and an enticing posture lay lazily on her bed, staring at her status screen.

An unread message remained displayed before her.

’Perhaps he’s not online yet? Or he’s too busy? Or maybe he just doesn’t care about me?’

Ava rolled onto her side, worry filling her eyes.

The floating status screen tilted along with her movement, maintaining a perfect distance from her gaze so every detail remained visible.

’Should I send another message? But that would seem too excessi...’

Before she could finish the thought, the worldwide announcement echoed through her mind.

Ava sat upright abruptly.

The duvet covering her naked frame slipped away, revealing creamy, flawless skin that could leave any man breathless.

Unfortunately, there was nobody there to witness the sight.

She hesitated for only a moment.

Should she go meet Weaver?

The question lingered briefly before she made her decision.

Without further hesitation, she quickly dressed in a light-blue training suit, equipped her gear, and rushed toward the Dark Forest.

Her heart raced with anticipation.

Although only a few hours had passed since they last met, it felt as though an eternity had gone by.

...

A slender girl with cute dimples darted through the trees with swift, practiced movements while launching attacks the moment she entered the Dark Forest.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

Multiple black spheres shot from her hands as she repeatedly activated her skill.

Thanks to her unique talent, which granted her three times the mana of others at the same level, Eliza, popularly known as "Yourwife," had chosen to cultivate one of the most demanding skills she could find.

That skill had helped transform her into one of the strongest players within the village while accelerating her growth at an astonishing pace.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

After releasing three more bombs, she finally paused to catch her breath.

With a quick motion, she withdrew a potion from her inventory and took a large gulp.

Her stamina and mana rapidly began recovering.

Considering the rate at which she was burning through both resources, replenishment was absolutely necessary.

’Weaver... I wonder where you are?’

Her eyes swept across the players below.

Most of them were weaklings below Level 3 and could barely handle stronger creatures.

The thought only made her heart beat faster.

...

Meanwhile, while everyone else rushed toward the Dark Forest, Amon’s expression had darkened because of the system prompt before him.

A Level 3 beast attempted to take advantage of his brief distraction and claim his life.

Unfortunately for it, Amon’s dagger claimed its life first.

Amon was truly irritated.

His frustration deepened when he noticed that the floating counter still displayed:

0/100

’But I just killed a monster?’

Amon frowned.

There was no time to dwell on it.

No time to be angry either.

He was racing against time.

Which meant he needed to become faster.

There was only one way to kill faster.

Amon took a deep breath and glanced toward the monsters surrounding him.

Their prefixes immediately appeared before his eyes.

Most were ordinary.

Slow.

Fast.

Basic.

Swift.

However, mixed among them were several far more interesting titles.

[1. Tracker Hound.]

[2. Resilient Wolf.]

[3. Perceptive Snake.]

[4. Whispering Tiger.]

[5. Ancient Dire Wolf.]

[6. Royal Serpent.]

...

The list continued.

But in the middle of battle, Amon had no time to study every detail.

His attention focused entirely on the prefixes near the top.

He could already guess that the Ancient prefix belonged to the Dire Wolf, the Level 6 beast still roaming somewhere in the distance.

What he couldn’t determine was the source of the Royal prefix.

’Does this mean there’s another powerful beast lurking nearby?’

Amon didn’t want to think too deeply about it.

Now wasn’t the time.

Without hesitation, he communicated with the system.

’Hey, System, I need to extract the Tracker prefix.’

[Ding...]

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