Chapter 20: Instant Transformation! The Epic Reward Cascade
The battlefield was still, save for the howling winds that continued to rage across the southern suburbs of Canglan City. The air was thick with the remnants of the colossal storm that had just devastated the land. The eerie silence that followed the carnage was quickly replaced by the stunned thoughts of the professionals who had witnessed the incredible display of power.
To cast a seventh-level spell was already an extraordinary feat—one that only the most powerful of magic-wielders could achieve. But to unleash three such spells in quick succession? That was beyond comprehension. It was as though the laws of the universe had been bent to the will of a single individual.
High above the battlefield, Lin Yi hovered, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the scene. He had exhausted all three of the instant-cast opportunities he had meticulously saved up over the course of the day. His cautious nature had driven him to prepare for the worst, to ensure that no matter what, he would come out victorious against the formidable level 200 BOSS, Rivendell, the Necromancer Knight.
Lin Yi was nothing if not thorough. The idea of relying on a single seventh-level spell to bring down an opponent of Rivendell's caliber seemed foolish. So, he had layered his assault, casting **Roaring Tempest of Thousand Waves** three times in rapid succession. Each spell was a tempestuous force of destruction, a hurricane that tore through the fabric of reality and shredded anything caught in its path.
"There's no way you're still alive," Lin Yi muttered to himself, though he remained on guard, ever the strategist. If by some miracle the BOSS survived, Lin Yi had already planned his next move. He knew he could bide his time, gather more skill points, and strike again with an even more devastating attack. Patience was a luxury he could afford—after all, he only needed to wait a few days to unleash forbidden-level magic.
But as it turned out, Lin Yi had been overly cautious.
The first of the cloud walls descended with the force of an apocalyptic storm. The winds within the cloud wall were razor-sharp, each blade of air slicing through the battlefield with indiscriminate fury. The undead soldiers that Rivendell had just raised from the dead were obliterated in an instant, their already-decayed forms reduced to dust by the relentless barrage of wind blades. The air was thick with the sound of grinding bones and shredding flesh, a symphony of destruction that left nothing in its wake.
Rivendell himself, clad in thick, enchanted armor, managed to withstand the initial onslaught. The wind blades scraped against his armor with a screeching sound, creating sparks as they clashed with the ancient metal. But even the seventh-level spell **Roaring Tempest of Thousand Waves** was bound by certain immutable laws—laws that dictated the limits of damage it could inflict.
Yet those laws could only protect Rivendell for so long.
Lin Yi watched with clinical detachment as layers upon layers of damage numbers began to appear above Rivendell's head. Each number, though modest on its own—thousands, and occasionally a critical hit in the low thousands—added up quickly. The frequency of the attacks was what made the spell truly deadly. In the span of less than fifteen seconds, Rivendell had been struck over four thousand times.
The first of Lin Yi's spells had done its job. The once-mighty Necromancer Knight, a world BOSS feared by all, was now a shadow of his former self. His health bar, once a vast reservoir of life force, was reduced to a mere third of its original capacity.
But Lin Yi was not finished. The second and third cloud walls followed in quick succession, each one more devastating than the last. The power of the storm was overwhelming, a force of nature that even a being as powerful as Rivendell could not withstand. His remaining health was drained in an instant, his life force snuffed out as though it were nothing more than a candle in a hurricane.
The last thing Rivendell saw was the world collapsing around him, the winds tearing at his very essence. His final roar, a guttural sound filled with rage and despair, echoed through the storm. The warhorse beneath him, once a terrifying steed of death, crumbled into nothingness, its bones disintegrating under the relentless barrage of wind blades.
And then, silence.
The system notifications came in quick succession, a triumphant fanfare that signaled the end of the battle.
[Ding! Congratulations, you killed the Alienated World BOSS: Rivendell, the Necromancer Knight, and gained 2.2 million experience points. An additional 1.5 million experience points will be awarded for the leapfrog kill! ]
[Ding! Congratulations, your output contribution rate reached 100% in the battle to kill the alienated world BOSS: Necromancer Rivendell. You obtained 2000 bound skill points and 20 tradable skill point scrolls*5! ]
[Ding! Congratulations, you have obtained the special mission prop: Heart of the Dead. Your job transfer mission: The Necromancer Knight Must Die has been completed. Please return to the job transfer sanctuary to submit the task and complete the job transfer! ]
Three system prompts confirmed what Lin Yi already knew: the Necromancer Knight, who had once been the scourge of Canglan City, was dead. His victory was absolute.
"Tsk," Lin Yi clicked his tongue in mild disappointment. "Only 2,000 skill points?"
For anyone else, 2,000 skill points, bound to a single individual, would have been an incredible reward. It was a treasure trove that could take most players months, if not years, to accumulate through relentless grinding and dungeon crawling. But for Lin Yi, who had just decimated a world BOSS with ease, it seemed almost paltry.
If his thoughts had been broadcast to the other professionals, they might have burst into tears. To receive 2,000 bound skill points and 100 tradable skill point scrolls, all to oneself, was the stuff of legends. Many would kill for such rewards.
Slowly, Lin Yi descended from the sky. He knew that a BOSS of this caliber would have left behind a veritable mountain of loot. Sure enough, the ground where Rivendell had stood was littered with golden equipment, each piece radiating a powerful aura. One particular item gleamed with a platinum light, signaling its rarity.
Lin Yi's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he surveyed the spoils. Among the treasures were two skill books, a rare drop even for a world BOSS. The chance of obtaining a skill book from such a creature was minuscule, but here were two, lying in the dust at his feet.
In addition to the equipment and skill books, Lin Yi discovered several materials—rare and valuable, even by his standards. These were the kinds of items that could fetch a fortune on the market, or be used to craft legendary artifacts.
Without hesitation, Lin Yi gathered up all the loot, stuffing it into his inventory. There was no time to linger. He cast a quick glance around the battlefield, ensuring that nothing had been overlooked. The group of professionals he had seen earlier were all unconscious, knocked out by the sheer force of his spells. Even though Lin Yi had carefully controlled his magic to avoid harming them directly, the residual effects of a seventh-level spell were too much for most to bear.
"Well, that's convenient," Lin Yi thought, smirking. It saved him the trouble of dealing with any potential jealousy or resentment from those who might have coveted the rewards for themselves. Had they been awake, they might have witnessed Lin Yi collecting every last piece of treasure, and that could have led to a whole new set of problems—problems Lin Yi had no interest in solving.
His mission was complete, and the treasures were his. There was no reason to stick around any longer.
Activating his **Wings of Gale** once more, Lin Yi ascended into the sky, disappearing into the horizon with the speed of a shooting star.
Not long after Lin Yi's departure, two figures streaked across the sky, arriving at the scene of the battle. The first was a towering warrior clad in gleaming red armor, his presence radiating raw power and martial prowess. The other was an elderly man draped in a light green robe, his long white beard and hair flowing in the wind, giving him an air of serene wisdom.
"What happened here?" the red-armored warrior, Chen Feng, muttered, raising an arm to shield his eyes from the still-blowing winds. The storm had left the landscape in ruins, and the alienated world BOSS they had come to confront was nowhere in sight.
Chen Feng was a formidable Rank-6 warrior, dispatched to Canglan City to deal with the BOSS that had been terrorizing the area. His companion, one of the three strongest mages in Tianhai City, was a Rank-7 powerhouse. Together, they should have been more than enough to take down Rivendell.
But as they arrived in the southern suburbs, they found only the remnants of a battle—the aftermath of a storm so powerful that it still raged on, even after the main spell had dissipated.
"Impossible…" Chen Feng's voice was filled with confusion and frustration. They had flown with all their might, only to arrive too late. The world BOSS was gone, and the only evidence of its existence was the devastation left behind by the terrifying storm.
Even now, long after Lin Yi's departure, the winds continued to howl, reshaping the land. The once dead and silent battlefield was now a place of perpetual chaos, where strong gales would forever dominate the landscape.
For Chen Feng and his companion, there were no answers, only the echoes
( End of chapter )