Chapter 17 (2/2)

Arek was left miserable beyond words, but the players were no different—especially mages like Jiang Qiao.

After all, Arek was immune to the Taunt skill of warriors and did not have any Grudge value—he was a battle-hardened warrior with his personal combat experience and ideas.

That was why Arek could determine the vital importance of the Priest class from their hour-long battle and the players’ infinite revivals.

Against a mob, he has to kill the healers first!

Arek had learned all the skills needed for any Boss in a game, which was why he had been chasing FreeMilk, the chief healer of the group, and she effectively bore all his Grudge.

In fact, he succeeded twice.

He had definitely killed her two times.

But although he thought that doing so would seal the bastards’ extreme capacity for recovery and revival, there was another problem…

There were other Priest players amongst them.

Most despairingly, the special dungeon that was the Abyssal Hunt allows player quick respawns in the first place.

As Arek watched the player whom he had just killed was revived beneath the holy light released by FreeMilk, a feeling of jadedness arose within him.

“All of you must die!” He was completely out of control—or indeed in a state of madness.

He raised his runic sword again. Purple flames gather over its blade as he prepared to unleash the final skill in his life.

However, he forgot one thing: the best timing for the players to increase their attack output is when the Boss is charging his skill.

Dozens of skills once against bombarded Arek’s body. This time, he completely lost his balance and fell to his knees, the flames gathering over his runic longsword gone like the wind.

The players’ attacks would no longer be effective against him now.

Still, Jiang Qiao walked to the Overlord-class Boss who was trying to push himself up.

Even so, Arek’s body was a collection of bleeding wounds from blade cuts, gunshots, and hits from blunt instruments, along with a long list of other damage such as burns and curses.

Not even that Level 35 body could withstand a stacking of so many horrific injuries.

[Arek, Fallen Legion Vanguard]

[Abyssal Boss, Overlord-class]

[Level: 35]

[HP: 2/433150]

That was the stat Jiang Qiao made out.

Seemingly feeling something, Arek looked up to find Jiang Qiao’s cold face and abruptly started to laughed manically.

Then, he glared at Jiang Qiao.

“What are you?” He asked.

“Didn’t I tell you before? Just a bunch of gamers in a dungeon.” Jiang Qiao raised his staff and swung it like a baseball bat, hitting the Boss on the face with its sharp edge.

He could see the Boss’s two front teeth flying out from the heavy blow.

[-2, critical hit]

[Your normal staff attack has dealt critical hit on Arek, Vanguard of the Fallen Legion]

With that heavy blow, Arek dropped to the ground, his consciousness blurring even though he never stopped laughing madly.

“All of you can’t protect this weak world,” he mocked, spitting blood even as his body was becoming transparent.

“Protect? No. There are two simple reasons why we are taking your head: one, you have a HP bar, and two, you have a chance of dropping epic-grade or unique-grade items.” Jiang Qiao said quietly as he half-crouched in front of the Overlord-class Boss. “And those two reasons are reason enough.”

HP bar? Drop epic and unique items? What were those even?

Arek was unable to comprehend as his life ended, and his entire body vanished in a puff of dust.