137: Chapter 137 Sharing the Throne

Meanwhile, inside the Chaotic Battlefield.

The Fourth Level Golden Throne space.

The last glimmer of the Raging Emperor's golden light completely dissipated. Above the ruins of the collapsed throne, Lin Yan withdrew his fist and stood still, his expression indifferent, as if the ultimate BOSS he had just beaten to death was merely an ant crushed casually by the roadside.

He turned around, walked to the edge of the golden stairs, and looked down at the Third Floor.

The tens of thousands of Contestants on the Third Floor were still maintaining their upward-gazing posture, each one dumbstruck, their worldviews shattered to pieces, unable to put them back together even now.

From Lin Yan dealing three million damage with two punches, to the Emperor reviving in a rage, and then beating the Raging Emperor to death with three punches...

The entire process took only a few seconds.

But to them, it felt as long as a century.

Every time a punch landed, their perception shattered once more.

By the end, they were completely numb.

What Fourth Level seal.

What ultimate Emperor.

What unsolvable BOSS.

In front of this person, they were all made of paper.

Lin Yan suddenly spoke.

His voice was not loud, but it clearly spread across the entire Third Floor.

"Jiang Ruoxue."

Lin Yan's gaze fell upon that cyan figure in the crowd on the Third Floor, his tone indifferent:

"Come up."

Three words, light as a feather.

Yet it was like a thunderclap, exploding loudly on the Third Floor!

Everyone turned their heads in unison, following Lin Yan's gaze.

Jiang Ruoxue stood in the crowd, dressed in cyan, her face cold and clear. At this moment, she was slightly stunned, seemingly not expecting Lin Yan to call her suddenly.

The Fourth Level...

Calling her up?

Hum—

Almost the moment Lin Yan's voice fell, the system's global broadcast suddenly sounded.

[Dungeon cleared, 1/10 of the total points for the remaining duration will be distributed every minute]

[Any Contestants currently on the Fourth Level can share 4,000,000 points per minute, split equally among those present!]

[Current Fourth Level occupancy: 1]

[Points earned per minute: 4,000,000 points/person]

Four million points!

Every minute!

The whole place was dead silent for a moment, then it completely exploded!

"Holy crap! Four million points per minute?!"

"This is too exaggerated! I've been killing in the Dungeon for so long and only got 500,000 points, yet he can get 4,000,000 points just by standing still for one minute?!"

"No... it's split equally! Right now there's only Lin Yan, so he gets four million per minute! If there were one more person..."

"Two million each!"

"How can the points be so exaggerated?"

"Didn't you hear the Dungeon say it concentrated all the remaining duration into these ten minutes?"

"If I'm not mistaken, the normal points for the Fourth Level are 40,000 per minute. Since there are still over ten hours left, the total points for this duration should be around 40 million. Distributed over ten minutes, that's exactly 4 million per minute!"

"The thrones on other levels are similar, though a bit less. It's just because there are few people on the Fourth Level, with only Lin Yan, that it seems particularly exaggerated."

Countless people's eyes turned red. Two million points per minute, twenty million in ten minutes. One had to know that these points were not just for ranking, but also used for settlement after the Dungeon ended, where the Federation would distribute huge rewards based on points.

Everyone's gaze instantly focused on Jiang Ruoxue.

Envy. Jealousy.

Jiang Ruoxue took a deep breath, suppressing the ripples in her heart.

She did not pretentiously decline, nor did she feign surprise.

She merely nodded slightly, moved her body, and stepped onto the golden stairs.

The cyan figure ascended the steps, her pace calm, walking all the way to the Fourth Level and standing beside Lin Yan.

Hum—

The system prompt refreshed again.

[Current Fourth Level occupancy: 2]

[Points earned per minute: 2,000,000 points/person]

[Countdown remaining: 9 minutes]

Two million points, safely secured.

Lin Yan's points soared directly to first place on the leaderboard.

On the Third Floor, there was a chorus of wailing and envy.

"Damn it, I'm jealous."

"It's so awesome to be carried by a big shot! Getting two million points per minute just by standing still, what kind of god-tier treatment is this?!"

"Jiang Ruoxue is so lucky... Didn't she seem to have acted with Lin Yan before? Her eye for latching onto a big shot is just too accurate!"

In the crowd, a young girl with twin tails held her hands to her chest, her eyes sparkling, looking at the blood-red figure on the Fourth Level with a lovestruck expression:

"If only Big Shot Lin Yan could take a liking to me... I could just lie down and win until the end of the selection tournament, without even having to lift a finger..."

"Wake up." Her companion rolled her eyes.

"Can't I even imagine it..." The girl pouted, "Latching onto a big shot of this level means skipping the struggle for the entire selection tournament!"

Ye Guanqi held a black piece between his fingertips, hovering over the misty chessboard, hesitant to drop it. His gaze looked far away at the blood-red figure on the Fourth Level, muttering softly: "His momentum is already formed; one cannot contend with him."

...

On the Fourth Level, Jiang Ruoxue stood beside Lin Yan, looking at the dense, upward-gazing gazes from below, and spoke softly:

"Thank you."

She knew how much weight this [Come up] carried.

"No need."

Lin Yan shook his head lightly, his tone calm:

"You deserve it."

Jiang Ruoxue was slightly stunned, then a faint smile appeared on the corner of her lips.

Before the voice fell, the crowd below suddenly stirred. A petite figure squeezed through the layers of the crowd and walked out quickly—it was Wen Xiaoyou, who had been firmly holding the top spot on the total leaderboard the whole time.

The whole place instantly exploded. Everyone's breathing hitched in unison, and the same thought popped into their minds: It's here! The true peak showdown is finally about to happen!

Wen Xiaoyou was previously the top of the leaderboard, always keeping a low profile. Now that Lin Yan was monopolizing the Fourth Level resources and had pushed through the ultimate Emperor, this former number one on the leaderboard must be unconvinced and coming to challenge him, intending to ascend the steps and vie for the residency of the Fourth Level.

All the prodigies held their breath, staring intently at the running figure, waiting to witness the collision of two top powerhouses, expecting an earth-shattering battle worthy of being recorded in the history of the selection tournament.

But the expected fighting spirit, confrontation, and clash did not appear at all.

Wen Xiaoyou ran in small steps to the middle of the golden stairs and stopped. Her pair of moist, clear deer-like eyes were sparkling, her pupils clean and pure without a hint of hostility, full of soft, sweet anticipation. Looking up with her little face, she stared straight at Lin Yan on the high platform, her clear, sweet, and soft voice drifting up through the noisy crowd.

"Brother Lin Yan, can I come up?"

The huge contrast made everyone's brains buzz. Their pent-up expectations all fell through, and their expressions froze on their faces, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

Lin Yan looked at the girl's eyes, devoid of any distracting thoughts, pure and innocent, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

He knew too well how bizarre Wen Xiaoyou's heaven-defying luck talent was. Deep down, a strong intuition faintly emerged that if he refused, he felt something unexpected would happen.

Recalling the journey so far, the girl had unintentionally helped him many times with her luck. After pondering for a few seconds, he finally sighed helplessly: "Come up."

"Hee hee, thank you, Brother Lin Yan, you are truly a good person."

"Here, I'll give you something."

...

Following closely, the system prompt refreshed and popped up. The number of people on the Fourth Level increased to three, and the points were redistributed equally again. The crowd below wailed in envy once more. The girl who had been lovestruck earlier was even more regretful, hating herself for not having gone up to curry favor sooner.