69: Chapter 69 20-game losing streak - Harvesting the Farm

"Good!"

"Very good, off to a good start." Fang Chuan smiled slightly.

Inside the temple, six cannon fodder believers looked at each other, still shaken.

"We... we're still alive?"

"Great! Let's go again! As long as we do it ten times, we can get Silver equipment!"

With the experience from the first time, they became bolder. After a short rest, they charged towards the gargoyle territory again with high spirits.

The result was, unsurprisingly, a defeat in seconds.

[Losing Streak Round: 2]

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[Losing Streak Round: 3]

...

Just like that, these six special believers started one "suicidal" charge after another.

Their behavior also attracted the attention of other Goblin believers in the Divine Kingdom.

On a nearby hillside, a group of Goblin Tyrants and Goblin Shamans were watching with curiosity.

"What are those Ratmen and Slimes doing? Throwing their lives away over and over again?" A Goblin Tyrant carrying a huge spiked club asked, looking completely confused.

"Don't know. The God Lord seems to be training them? But this is too strange. What's the point of this kind of training?" Another Goblin Tyrant chimed in.

An elder Goblin Shaman stroked his beard and said thoughtfully, "The God Lord's wisdom is not something we can fathom. We only need to know that everything the God Lord does must have a deeper meaning."

Time passed second by second, and the number of losses kept accumulating.

[Losing Streak Round: 8]

[Losing Streak Round: 9]

After the ninth failure, one of the green Slimes could no longer bear the mental pressure of repeatedly facing death. It trembled in the temple and refused to go out again no matter what.

"I'm not going... it's too scary... I don't want the Silver equipment anymore..."

Fang Chuan's divine sense noticed this scene, and he had no intention of blaming it.

After all, making weak believers face death repeatedly was a huge test in itself.

He sent down an oracle, saying gently, "Your courage has already been recognized by me. Go and rest."

At the same time, a faint divine power descended and merged into that Slimes's body, and its level instantly increased by one.

Although it was only one level, it represented the God Lord's grace!

The surrounding believers saw this and all showed envious eyes.

And that Slimes that quit was even more moved to tears, and its faith in the God Lord became even firmer.

Fang Chuan's move made the other five cannon fodder believers who were still persisting feel extremely jealous.

"There's a reward even for giving up!"

"Then if we keep going, the rewards will definitely be better!"

They seemed to have been injected with adrenaline, charging towards the gargoyles even more vigorously.

The tenth time!

When they were sent back to the temple again, Fang Chuan's oracle arrived as promised.

"Your courage has won my admiration. This is the reward you deserve!"

As the words fell, five sets of equipment flickering with silver light appeared out of thin air and landed in front of the five cannon fodder believers.

Silver-grade armor, weapons, shields!

"My god! It really is Silver equipment!"

"The God Lord didn't lie to us!"

The five cannon fodder believers were trembling with excitement and quickly put on the equipment.

And the surrounding Goblins who were watching were staring straight.

"Go die ten times and you can get a whole set of Silver equipment?"

"The God Lord is too generous!"

"If I had known, I would have gone too!"

This was the effect Fang Chuan wanted.

He wanted all believers to see that as long as they followed his orders, even if it meant dying, they could get rich rewards!

"Continue the challenge. Persist until the fifteenth time, and the reward will be Gold equipment!" Fang Chuan sent down an oracle again, dangling a bigger bait.

"Gold equipment!"

The eyes of the five cannon fodder believers turned red instantly. They even forgot the fear of death they had just experienced, and several others followed them, shouting and charging out again.

The losing streak number began to march towards a higher goal.

[Losing Streak Round: 11]

[Losing Streak Round: 12]

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[Losing Streak Round: 15]

Time flew by amidst the repeated "team wipes."

Those five Fortune cannon fodder wearing Silver equipment had already become a peculiar sight in the Divine Kingdom.

They charged again and again, were easily knocked down by the Black Rock Gargoyles again and again, then disappeared into white light, only to appear in the temple full of energy a few minutes later, and then charge again.

The process was dull, repetitive, and even a bit comical.

But every believer in the Divine Kingdom watched with relish, their eyes full of envy and fanaticism.

Because whenever the losing streak reached a node, the God Lord Fang Chuan would not hesitate to bestow rewards.

When the fifteenth loss was reached, Fang Chuan honored his promise. Five sets of golden, shining Gold equipment descended from the sky, replacing the Silver equipment on them.

"My god! It's Gold equipment! I've never seen such shiny armor in my life!" A Ratman stroked the golden armor on his chest, moved to tears.

"Long live the God Lord! I am willing to offer everything for the God Lord!"

After putting on the Gold equipment, their defense had indeed improved quite a bit, and they were no longer as fragile as before.

But facing level suppression and numerical superiority, the result remained unchanged.

They could only last a few seconds longer under the gargoyles' hands at most, before meeting their fate of being beaten back to the temple.

But that didn't matter anymore.

What mattered was that they truly felt the God Lord's generosity and great power.

[Losing Streak Round: 16]

[Losing Streak Round: 17]

...

Fang Chuan sat calmly above the Divine Kingdom, watching the losing streak counter jump continuously, his heart calm.

He knew that the rewards of the Fortune Synergy grew geometrically with the number of losses.

The value of things opened from a 10-loss streak and a 20-loss streak could differ by a hundred times!

Therefore, he had to stack the losing streak to the maximum!

[Losing Streak Round: 20]

However, just when Fang Chuan thought he could continue stacking, a new system prompt popped up.

[The Fortune losing streak has reached the current stage's maximum limit.]

[Until a victory is achieved, subsequent losses will no longer accumulate rewards.]

"Oh? The limit is 20 rounds?"

Fang Chuan touched his chin, thoughtful.

"That makes sense. If it could be stacked infinitely, that would be too buggy. The rewards accumulated from a 20-round losing streak are already quite terrifying."

It was time to harvest the rewards!

Fang Chuan's gaze shifted from the five cannon fodder who were still cheering for the 20-loss streak, and cast it toward the depths of the Divine Kingdom.

There, three powerful auras were quietly waiting for orders.

Five-star Arrow King, Yi!

Five-star Peerless War God, Fara!

And... the six-star believer just synthesized, who had not yet shown his edge in front of any enemy, the Divine Blood Walker, Fingel!

"To harvest the rewards, one must naturally use the most magnificent method." A smile curled at the corner of Fang Chuan's mouth.

An ordinary victory could only trigger Fortune rewards.

But if it were a hearty, overwhelming victory, such as... killing a powerful enemy, then the quality of the Fortune treasure chest would also improve accordingly!

Fang Chuan's divine sense swept across the vast map of the Divine Kingdom, and soon locked onto a target.

That was a demigod-level ferocious beast entrenched at the top of the snow mountain—the Frost Drake!

This drake had a combat power of up to 2 million and was the absolute overlord of this area. Fang Chuan had not provoked it before for the sake of caution.

But now, it became the perfect "harvesting tool" in Fang Chuan's eyes.

"Fara, Yi, Fingel!"

Fang Chuan's oracle exploded in the minds of the three heroes like thunder.

"God Lord!" The three immediately knelt on one knee and listened respectfully.

"Go to the snow mountain in the north and slay that Frost Drake!" Fang Chuan's voice carried unquestionable majesty.

"As you command!"

Fara and Yi's eyes instantly ignited with raging fighting spirit.

And Fingel, who had been silent and shrouded in a black robe, slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of blood-red eyes under the hood.

The next second, the three figures turned into streams of light and sped towards the snow mountain.

Not only that, they were followed by a four-star Goblin Shaman, a four-star Goblin Warlock, and a four-star Slimes, totaling six Fortune!

A hunt that would determine the harvest had begun.

And in front of the temple, the five cannon fodder believers who had completed the great feat of 20 consecutive losses also waited for their final reward.

Fang Chuan did not break his promise; divine power descended to strengthen their physiques.

Although they were still weak one-star races in essence, after this adventure of "farming losing streaks," their destinies might have already quietly changed.

After Fang Chuan finished all this, he focused all his attention on the snow mountain battlefield.

He was looking forward to what kind of earth-shattering treasures would be opened after a demigod-level victory following a 20-loss streak!

The Northern Snow Mountain, frozen for ten thousand years.

The biting cold wind rolled with heavy snow, raging in this white world.

At the top of the mountain, a huge cave exuded chilling cold air; this was the lair of the demigod-level ferocious beast "Frost Drake."

"Roar!"

A deafening dragon roar came from the depths of the cave, and a behemoth over thirty meters long slowly crawled out.

It was covered in ice-blue scales, refracting a cold luster in the snowstorm. Its sturdy limbs stepped steadily on the snow, and a giant tail covered in bone spurs swayed uneasily behind it, whipping up a snowstorm every time it swept past.

It was the overlord of this snow mountain, the Frost Drake with a combat power of 2 million!

At this moment, its dragon eyes were full of vigilance and anger.

Because it felt three powerful auras approaching its territory at an extremely fast speed.

This was a provocation! An open provocation to its status as an overlord!

The Frost Drake opened its bloody mouth, a dazzling blue light lit up in the depths of its throat, and a dragon breath containing terrifying low temperatures was rapidly condensing.

Just then, three figures had already appeared in its line of sight.

Rushing at the very front was Fara, clad in heavy armor and holding a giant axe.

"Abomination! Die!"

Fara roared, his fighting spirit soaring to the sky. He didn't give the Frost Drake a chance to breathe dragon breath at all. His legs exerted force violently, and his whole body was like a cannonball out of the chamber, instantly crossing hundreds of meters and leaping high.

"Peerless!"

Facing the Frost Drake, which was dozens of times its size, there was no fear in Fara's eyes, only the purest desire for battle.

"Open for me!"

The giant axe in his hand drew a terrifying arc in the air, bringing with it a sharp whistle that tore through the air, and slashed fiercely at the Frost Drake's skull!

The Frost Drake felt a fatal threat. It gave up accumulating dragon breath and jerked its head, trying to use the hard dragon horns on its head to resist.

"Clang!"

A deafening sound exploded, and sparks flew!

Fara's giant axe collided with the dragon horns, and the resulting shockwave instantly blew away the surrounding snow, revealing the black rock underneath.

The Frost Drake let out a painful roar; its proud dragon horns were actually broken by this axe!

Before it could react, another attack had arrived.

This time, nothing could stop it anymore.

The huge axe blade broke through the bamboo, slashing from the center of the Frost Drake's head, all the way down, directly splitting its entire head, along with its upper body, in two!

Hot dragon blood rushed into the sky, and was instantly frozen by the severe cold, turning into ice crystals of blood color filling the sky.

The Frost Drake's huge body collapsed with a bang, stirring up thousands of piles of snow.

[Your believer "Fara" successfully killed the demigod-level ferocious beast "Frost Drake"!]

[Fortune Synergy "Losing Streak Reward" has been triggered!]

[A hearty victory! Generating fortune orb for you...]

Almost the moment the drake fell, Fang Chuan's system information refreshed crazily.

Immediately after, at the top of the snow mountain, above the drake's corpse, a light orb began to condense rapidly.

At first, it was just an ordinary blue orb.

But with the injection of the losing streak reward, its color began to change rapidly!

Blue... Purple... Gold!

The light became brighter and brighter, and finally, the entire orb turned into a dazzling, iridescent color!

That was... Prismatic!

A huge Prismatic fortune orb quietly suspended in mid-air, and the light it emitted even reflected the snowstorm of the entire snow mountain into colors!

Fang Chuan sat above the Divine Kingdom, looking at that huge Prismatic orb, his breathing stopped.

"My god... this... is this the reward for a 20-loss streak?"

"Open!"

As his will moved, that huge Prismatic orb trembled violently, and then with a "bang," it burst open!

Thousands of colorful rays of light rushed into the sky, rendering the entire sky of the Divine Kingdom dreamlike.

Immediately after, a series of Divine Kingdom log prompts, like a screen refresh, popped up crazily before Fang Chuan's eyes!

[Congratulations! Opened the Prismatic fortune orb, obtained reward: Divinity * 2000 points!]

[Congratulations! Obtained reward: Divine Power * 20000 points!]

[Congratulations! Obtained reward: Faith Value * 1 billion!]

[Congratulations! Obtained reward: SSS-grade random Divine Kingdom card * 4!]

[Obtained God Lord Artifact: Ascension Amulet!]

"God Lord Artifact?!"

Fang Chuan's heart twitched violently.

Artifact! This was an artifact!

Not equipment for believers, but for the God Lord himself, that is, for him to use!