novelslam Chapter 418? Me?
Chapter 418? Me?
Above the arena, Augustus's enormous body blocked out the sunlight.
The nebula vortex, devoid of facial features, looked down with a cold indifference that stripped away all life.
The red light of forced suppression flashed wildly in the vision of every player.
Movement speed plummeted by 90%, and the skill bar was completely grayed out—this should have been a desperate situation that drove players to the brink of mental collapse.
But Augustus clearly underestimated the brain circuits of these immortals.
The players were staring intently at the newly displayed system notification, their eyes gleaming with an almost frightening intensity.
[Regional Event: Divine Judgment (Military Selection Battle)]
[Mission Objective: Represent Chen You in the duel and win.]
[Winning Rewards: Base Experience +500%, Random Legendary Chest x1.]
[Failure Penalty: Level -1, forced offline for 24 hours (Abyss Devouring simulation effect).]
After a brief silence, a deafening roar erupted from the stands.
"Best of five? A selection mode? Isn't this just a tournament? Finally, the developers are doing something decent!"
"God of War! Let me go! I just got a level 30 purple weapon, Berserker's Whirlwind Slash is invincible in one-on-one combat!"
"Bullshit! This is clearly a hidden plot point; the first kill will definitely drop a legendary weapon! Pick me, God of War! My assassin has high burst damage!"
The three thousand players, dressed in bizarre costumes, showed no fear; instead, they seemed to have discovered a priceless treasure.
They craned their necks, stood on the railings, and waved wildly, as if afraid Chen You wouldn't see them.
In their minds, as long as there's a health bar, you can kill.
One-on-one? That means you don't have to compete with these bastards for damage output, and all the loot drops are yours to keep.
Chen You stood on the disc in mid-air and rubbed his temples.
"Alright, let's test the waters first."
His gaze swept over the excited players below, and he pointed to a berserker who jumped the highest and shouted the loudest.
"You, the one called 'Not Going Home Tonight,' go up and test the waters."
"Alright! Just you wait and see, God of War!"
The player named "Tonight I Won't Go Home" was overjoyed. He picked up a giant sword the size of a door and leaped off the stands, crashing heavily onto the black stone ground in the center of the arena.
Augustus snorted coldly, and a dark red beam of light shot out from the nebula vortex.
As the beam of light dissipated, a death knight shrouded in rusty heavy armor slowly emerged, riding a skeletal warhorse.
He held a spear burning with ghostly green flames upside down in his hand, and a breathtaking attribute panel appeared above his head.
[Grom, First Lieutenant of Tariras]
[Level: 50 (Lord Level)]
"You little brat! Take this earth-shattering slash from your grandpa!"
He didn't even bother to check the opponent's level before deciding not to go home tonight. With a roar, he unleashed the blood-red aura unique to berserkers and charged forward like a raging bull, dragging his greatsword.
The soul fire beneath Grom's helmet flickered slightly.
He made no unnecessary movements, simply gripping the spear with one hand and casually thrusting it forward.
There were no earth-shattering explosions, nor any dazzling skill effects.
Only a thin black line flashed through the air.
Before rushing home tonight, Qian Chong suddenly froze, his greatsword still a full five meters away from Grom's warhorse.
The next second, his health bar, which was a whopping 30,000, instantly dropped to zero.
"Bang."
The body that didn't go home tonight turned into a sky full of white light, and before it could even say a last word, it was forcibly kicked back to the respawn point by the system.
A true instant kill.
The once bustling stands, resembling a marketplace, instantly fell silent.
"Holy crap..." After an unknown amount of time, a dry swallowing sound came from the crowd.
"A tanky berserker with 30,000 HP, gone just like that?"
"This is a glitch! Absolutely a glitch!"
"The game designers are doing a terrible job again! This isn't a boss we can beat at this stage!"
The players have finally come to their senses.
They are not afraid of death, but this one-sided slaughter that offers no gaming experience is not worth it.
It's no different from delivering food.
The players in the front row began to quietly shrink back, and the thieves who had been shouting the loudest earlier even activated stealth, trying to blend themselves into the background.
Augustus hovered high in the sky, the scales in his left hand slightly tilted, his voice cold and arrogant.
"Is this your confidence? Ignorant and arrogant ants."
"The first round is won by the referee."
"Trialers, send your second person up to die."
Chen You looked at the players huddled together below and sighed helplessly.
Expecting these players, who haven't even completed their first job advancement, to directly confront boss monsters under higher-dimensional rules is indeed asking too much of them.
His gaze swept back towards the stands.
Swah——
All the players who came into Chen You's view lowered their heads in unison. Some looked down at their toes, while others pretended to organize their backpacks, afraid of making eye contact with this acting city lord.
"Um..." Chen You's gaze wandered, finally settling on a corner of the stands.
There stood a very burly orc warrior.
Standing at 2.2 meters tall with bulging muscles, he was awkwardly hunched over, desperately trying to hide behind two petite elven priestesses.
They attempted to use blind spots to conceal their presence.
Above his head was a very conspicuous ID: [I am very big].
Chen You's lips twitched slightly: "That guy called 'I'm Big,' yes, stop hiding, those two priests can't stop you."
"Come out here."
The orc who was called out froze.
The surrounding players reacted extremely quickly, scattering in a flash and instantly creating a five-meter-diameter absolute vacuum zone for him.
I stood there all alone, clutching a hammer in my hand, looking up in terror and pointing my big nose with my thick finger.
"Huh? Me?"
Chen You nodded: "Yes, it's you. Your name sounds pretty badass. Go up there and show me what you've got."
"God of Travel! Boss! Daddy!" I blurted out, my voice cracking, tears welling up in my eyes.
"I just randomly picked this name when I created my account! I'm actually not that old!"
"I'm only level 25! I haven't even done a level 30 dungeon yet. If I go in, I'll just be a piece of cake for that guy!"
The players in the stands barely suppressed their laughter, and the atmosphere suddenly became somewhat eerie.
"We have to deliver the vegetables, no matter what." Chen You's tone was calm and left no room for argument.
"Best of five games. The barrier won't open until the process is completed. Don't worry, I'll reimburse your repair costs if you die."
"Is this about repair costs?!" I shook my head wildly, swinging the hammer in my hand.
"That dark thing could scatter my ashes with one shot! I'm not going! I'd rather die than go!"
"A farce of ants," Augustus's cold voice interrupted the tug-of-war.
In the center of the arena, the first general, Grom, slowly stepped down.
Immediately afterwards, the ground shook violently, and a spirit general, as large as a small mountain but with a semi-transparent body, burst out of the ground.
It dragged a huge iron hook covered in bits of flesh in its hand and let out a chilling roar.
【Tarrilas Executioner - The Evil Butcher】
[Level: 55 (Lord Level)]