"Disappeared?"
"Really no news about that presence?"
In the resplendent cathedral, an elderly man with a youthful face and gray hair, dressed in luxurious white robes, held a sacred tome shimmering with divine light and inquired of the bowing attendant before him.
"None! According to many rumors from the people, that individual flew to the northern part of the Empire for a while and then suddenly vanished! There have been no traces of him since!"
The attendant answered once more to the earlier report.
"I see. You may leave."
The elder pinched his brow upon hearing this and then waved his hand to dismiss the attendant.
"Has he left? With his pride, he would probably disdain to visit human cities!"
After all, no one wishes to associate with ants.
The elder suppressed a feeling of foreboding and turned his gaze towards the statue before him.
"The adventurer from another world has broken through the barriers!"
"The wheels of fate have begun to turn!"
"Everything can now commence!"
He closed his eyes, slightly bowed, and whispered.
His voice grew increasingly profound and resounding.
In the next moment,
He suddenly widened his eyes.
At this instant, his entire demeanor changed.
His once murky old eyes now lacked pupils, emitting a dazzling white light as if it could pierce through everything.
Simultaneously, a grand and sacred aura emanated from him, expanding outward in concentric circles.
The magical array surrounding the cathedral suddenly lit up,
Under the glow of arcane light, the elder's body began to levitate slowly.
His long white beard floated as if moved by a divine breeze,
Creating an ethereal and god-like appearance.
"Crack!"
"Monster… monster! Spare me, please!"
The blood-soaked dragon scales tightly gripped the neck of the terrified and muscular knight.
Surrounding them were the bodies of fallen players slowly disappearing.
The knight, once imposing and arrogant, now looked as if he had seen a ghost, his face filled with horror and despair.
At this moment, he finally understood what it meant to be the first player to reach level 18!
This terrifying power was not something that could be altered by sheer numbers.
He was the leader of the non-standard guild [Conquer], which had the largest number of players and the greatest strength in the novice village.
Initially, he had targeted this person's powerful hidden race and class, intending to use money as leverage to negotiate, but the other party had consistently ignored him, which had been quite humiliating.
Now that the other party had received rewards, he intended to take this opportunity to surround and kill him with everyone present.
With so many people against one, he should never lose!
Destroy his rewards, drop his level!
With a bit of luck, he might even find clues about his hidden class.
A win-win situation.
But unexpectedly…
How foolish!
How ignorant!
The Blood Sword cut through everything with its eerie crimson power,
Facing one against a hundred was not merely a matter of show.
Now, it was happening right in front of him.
His vision was filled with the blood-red dragon eyes,
The first player to break level 18 was demonstrating to him,
Why he was the first!
Alexander Frost gripped his neck with one hand,
And with the other, casually swung his blood-red great sword.
"Ugh…"
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A huge damage number appeared.
A thief who had sneaked up from behind and attempted to ambush him screamed in agony and was sliced into two halves, his figure slowly dissipating.
"Great one, Alexander Frost! Please spare me! I was wrong!"
The knight trembled, even as an undead player,
The sight of the other slaying hundreds with such a hellish demeanor made him shiver uncontrollably.
So powerful!
The difference among players was immense!
Are hidden classes really this strong?
To pursue realism, this world does have a certain degree of pain perception.
Not very high, probably only one ten-thousandth.
Although no one has experienced death, a pain level of one ten-thousandth would still be quite agonizing.
No one wants to endure it, especially with player death penalties and item loss.
Naturally, the knight leader faced with such a terrifying scene felt all the more desperate and humiliated.
He was once so glorious and imposing, now reduced to a pitiful state.
He resembled a pleading stray dog, constantly begging the cold and fearsome blood dragon before him.
"My lord, such people are of no value! You wouldn't like them either…"
Alexander Frost's face remained cold, his blood-red eyes revealing no emotion.
Holding the blood-forged great sword with one hand on his shoulder and gripping the knight's neck with the other like a vise, he slowly lifted him up and gazed into his eyes.
Watching the other's struggling form,
He tilted his head slightly, speaking in a deep and emotionless tone.
His grip tightened.
Life was about to slip away in his grasp.
However, in the next moment,
Just as Alexander Frost was about to crush the knight's neck,
Both of them paused simultaneously,
Sensing something, they instinctively turned their gaze towards the novice village.
In their line of sight,
The village's central area,
Space rippled, as if waves were being created,
Gradually tearing open the door to space,
Overflowing with holy light, majestic aura, and divine majesty.
It was as if something was about to descend!
The same scene occurred in all other novice villages.