101: Chapter 101 First Kill in the Entire Server! Can you handle this overwhelming wealth?

The last rays of the setting sun, like diluted blood, splattered in mottled patches across the shattered earth of the Magic Wolf Valley.

With a light flick of his fingertip, Qin Ji sent that black token, the object of countless guild leaders' dreams, tracing a parabola through the air before it landed securely in his palm. Beneath his feet, the massive corpse of the Magic Wolf King was undergoing an irreversible data disintegration.

It wasn't a gruesome, bloody mess. Instead, it was a hauntingly beautiful yet cruel 'code sublimation.'

The hide, tough enough to withstand forbidden curses, now dissolved into countless deep purple light points, swarming like fireflies on a midsummer night, eagerly dissipating into the air. The massive skeleton, losing its energy support, emitted a teeth-grating *crack* before collapsing with a thunderous crash, turning into a pile of crystalline data dust.

"Ding—"

A crisp, pleasant System notification tone rang in his ears like a heavenly melody.

[Congratulations to player 'Qin Ji' for successfully killing the LV.50 Lord Rank BOSS — Magic Wolf King · Fenrir's Shadow!]

[First Server Kill Achievement Unlocked!]

[Reward: EXP +5,000,000!]

[Plunder Talent Triggered: Obtained [Divinity Skin Fragment] (Passive: All Damage Reduction +1%), Current Stack Count: 1.]

Qin Ji glanced at his panel, a playful curve lifting the corner of his mouth.

One percent damage reduction?

Better than nothing.

For a freak like him, whose defense stats were already stacked to the point of data overflow, this one percent improvement was probably equivalent to slapping a layer of cling wrap onto a tank's armor.

Immediately after, a rapid series of drop notifications followed.

"Ding, you obtained [Magic Wolf Howls at the Moon Bow (Gold)] +1."

"Ding, you obtained [Shadow Assault (S-Rank Skill Book)] +1."

"Ding, you obtained [guild founding token (Special)] +1."

"Ding, you obtained Free Attribute Points +50."

"Ding, you obtained [LV.50 Dungeon Unlock Scroll] +1."

...

Golden text cascaded down his retina like a waterfall.

With a casual wave of his hand, Qin Ji swept all the loot on the ground into his inventory. His movements were fluid and seamless, without the slightest pause, as if these treasures, priceless in the eyes of ordinary players, were nothing more than rotten cabbage by the roadside.

"Ding! As the first player on the server to kill a LV.50 Lord Rank BOSS, the System will now issue a server-wide announcement. Hide your name?"

Qin Ji raised an eyebrow.

Hide?

Wearing fine clothes only to walk in the dark was not his style.

Besides, if he wanted to sell his current batch of goods for astronomical prices, fame was the best advertisement.

"No."

The next second.

A bolt of golden thunder, powerful enough to shake the entire Divine Realm world, violently tore through the existing clamor of the World Channel.

[Server-wide Announcement: Who dares to stand tall with sword drawn? Only our great general, Qin Ji! Congratulations to player 'Qin Ji' for successfully slaying the LV.50 Lord Rank BOSS 'Magic Wolf King,' achieving the First Server Kill! This announcement is hereby made, hoping all players will strive harder and scale new heights!]

[Server-wide Announcement: Who dares to stand tall with sword drawn...]

[Server-wide Announcement: Who dares to stand tall with sword drawn...]

Three consecutive rolling broadcasts bombarded the screens.

The entire Divine Realm world fell into a dead silence lasting three full seconds.

Immediately after, the World Channel exploded into chaos.

"Holy shit?! A level 50 BOSS? I can't even handle a level 5 wild boar, and this big shot is already soloing level 50 BOSSes?"

"Qin Ji? That name sounds familiar. Isn't he that ruthless guy who slaughtered all the PKers in the Newbie Village?"

"Confirmed! He's definitely using a god mode hack! Report him! We must report him!"

"Stop being salty, guy upstairs. He even dared to stand up to the Berserk Guild; killing a BOSS is nothing to him."

...

Qin Ji paid no attention to the meaningless exclamations and curses flooding the World Channel.

He deftly opened the high-end trading group named [Divine-Grade General Store].

At that moment, the group's message bar was in an eerie state of silence.

Clearly, the recent server-wide announcement had momentarily stunned even these usually arrogant guild leaders.

Without wasting words, Qin Ji directly threw the property screenshot of that ancient black-light-emitting token into the group chat.

[guild founding token]

[Category: Special Item]

[Use: Visit the city administrator in a main city to apply for the establishment of a Tier 1 Guild Stronghold.]

[Note: The foundation of power, the starting point of ambition.]

These simple lines acted like a depth charge, instantly detonating the entire chat group.

[Qin Ji]: @everyone One guild founding token, fresh. Starting bid: 100,000 gold coins. Highest bidder wins.

A deathly silence lasted only half a second.

[Asura Yi Ze]: 100,000?! Qin Ji, you're robbing us! But I bid 150,000! I want this thing, nobody try to outbid me!

[Startling Swan Dream Frost]: Oh my, Brother Asura, why so hasty? You scared little old me~ I bid 200,000 gold coins. Brother Qin Ji, for my sake, could we make this a private transaction? I can send you some... private photos~

[Frenzied Blade]: ...300,000.

Qin Ji watched the numbers jumping on the screen, his fingers tapping rhythmically on his sword hilt.

300,000.

This price was already very close to the limit of players' liquid funds at this stage.

After all, the game hadn't been live for long. Gold coin output was extremely limited, and the exchange rate on the black market was outrageously high.

[Startling Swan Dream Frost]: ...

[Asura Yi Ze]: Blade, are you fucking crazy?! You just spent 500,000 on the heart of the lord, and now another 300,000? Where are you getting all this gold?!

Asura Yi Ze finally couldn't hold back his curses.

This wasn't logical.

They were all top-tier guilds; everyone knew each other's financial situations.

The Berserk Guild was rich, but there was no way they could amass nearly a million gold coins in liquid funds in such a short time!

[Divine Wolf]: Brother Yi Ze, calm down. But Brother Blade, this is indeed a bit strange. You haven't stumbled upon some gold-farming bug, have you? 500,000 before, 300,000 now... that's no small amount.

[Frenzied Blade]: Ahem, just lucky. Our gold farmers have been very diligent.

Frenzied Blade on the other side of the screen was clearly feeling guilty, his reply evasive.

[Asura Yi Ze]: I don't believe it! Even if thousands of gold farmers grinded day and night, they couldn't produce this much gold at this stage! Blade, we're all in the same circle. Don't hog a good thing; share the method if you found one.

Watching the argument in the group, a flash of understanding crossed Qin Ji's eyes.

It seemed Frenzied Blade had indeed found some 'unorthodox methods.'

But that wasn't his concern.

As long as the gold coins were real, he didn't care if they were stolen or extorted.

[Qin Ji]: Any higher bids? If not, this guild founding token goes to the Berserk Guild Leader.

[Divine Wolf]: Everyone has their own Opportunity. But we at Futou have 300,000 gold coins too. It's just... the premium on the guild founding token feels too high right now. In another half month, when our elite team's Rank is higher, we can farm it ourselves.

[Asura Yi Ze]: Hmph, let him have it! I'd like to see how he funds his guild's development after spending so much!

In the end, Frenzied Blade secured the guild founding token for the astronomical price of 300,000 gold coins.

Transaction complete.

"Ding! 300,000 gold coins have been deposited into your account."

Qin Ji looked at the pleasing string of zeros in his account, his mood excellent.

500,000 plus 300,000, plus his original savings... he was just one final step away from his small goal of one million gold coins.

"Still short by about 100,000."

Qin Ji's gaze swept over the pile of skill books he had just looted, sitting in the corner of his inventory.

As a level 50 BOSS, the Magic Wolf King's drop rate was indeed generous. Besides the S-Rank skill book, there were dozens of A-Rank and B-Rank general skill books.

These were trash to Qin Ji, but for the current player base, they were god-tier skills.

[Qin Ji]: Next up, a clearance sale. Skill books dropped by the Magic Wolf King, fifty in total, sold as a bundle. Fixed price: 200,000 gold coins.

[Frenzied Blade]: Deal! Snow Emper— I mean, Boss Qin Ji, I'll take them all!

Instant reply.

Even an instant purchase.

The group chat fell into another eerie silence.

[Startling Swan Dream Frost]: ...

[Asura Yi Ze]: ...

[Divine Wolf]: ...

If buying the guild founding token was for guild development, then spending 200,000 gold coins on skill books now was simply throwing money around like dirt!

This Frenzied Blade definitely had a problem!

[Startling Swan Dream Frost]: Brother Blade, I won't say much else. Send me your gold-farming guide. I'm willing to pay a high price for the information.

[Asura Yi Ze]: Divine Wolf, Dream Frost, it's time we united. If we let Blade continue like this, the Berserk Guild will monopolize the auction house in the future. Where will that leave us?

[Divine Wolf]: Blade, don't force our hand. Hand over the gold-farming guide willingly. You've already made enough.

Watching the tense atmosphere in the group, Qin Ji chuckled lightly and directly exited the chat interface.

The spectacle of dogs biting dogs was entertaining, but he had more important things to do now.

One million gold coins. Secured.

He turned, preparing to leave this valley that had been reduced to ruins.

However, the moment he took a step.

A bone-chilling cold suddenly shot up his spine.

It wasn't the killing intent of a player.

It was something more ancient, more oppressive, carrying a terrifying aura of rule-based suppression.

"Killed my watchdog, took my things, and think you can just leave?"

A cold, authoritative voice, as if descending from the Nine Heavens, vibrated through the surrounding air.

Qin Ji stopped and slowly looked up.

On the distant horizon, a streak of black light was tearing through the cloud layers at an astonishing speed, hurtling towards the Magic Wolf Valley.

Within that light, the silhouette of a humanoid creature clad in jet-black armor with wings sprouting from its back was vaguely visible. The spear in its hand reflected a bloodthirsty gleam under the setting sun. Its terrifying pressure, like a tangible tide, was already causing the rocks below to crack from kilometers away.

[Warning! You have been locked onto by LV.80 epic rank NPC — Lord of Winterfell · Arthas (Projection)!]

[Warning! As you have slain the Guardian Beast of Winterfell (Magic Wolf King), you have been added to Winterfell's Blacklist!]

Level 80?

epic rank NPC?

Qin Ji's violet-gold pupils contracted slightly before relaxing again.

No wonder the Magic Wolf King died so easily. It was a 'civil servant' on the payroll.

"Interesting."

Qin Ji didn't panic like an ordinary player would.

He stood his ground, even taking the leisure to straighten his slightly disheveled collar.

The streak of light arrived in an instant.

*Boom—!*

The figure crashed down heavily a hundred meters in front of Qin Ji, the shockwave instantly pulverizing the remaining Magic Wolf bones in the vicinity.

As the dust settled, a cold, murderous Face was revealed.

The Lord of Winterfell's spear pointed directly at the space between Qin Ji's eyebrows. At its tip, a point of cold light flickered, as if ready to pierce through space at any moment.

"Human, hand over the token, and I will leave your corpse intact."

The Lord's voice held no emotion, like a divine pronouncement.

Qin Ji looked at the spear capable of one-shotting any player at this stage, but a mocking smile slowly curved his lips.

He raised his hand and pointed at his own head.

"Want it?"

"Too bad. You're too late."

Before the words finished echoing.

Qin Ji's figure suddenly grew blurry.

Space rippled strangely around him—the precursor to a high-tier movement skill activation.

The Lord's pupils constricted sharply, his spear thrusting out instantly.

"You think you can escape?!"

This thrust was as fast as lightning, its force like a charging steed.

Where the spear tip passed, space shattered like a mirror, creating a black vacuum fracture.

However.

The spear pierced only a dissipating afterimage.

"Next time we meet, I hope your true body is a bit more durable than this projection."

Qin Ji's teasing voice echoed in the air, carrying a trace of lingering warmth.

"Bastard!!"

The Lord of Winterfell roared, sweeping his spear horizontally.

*Rumble—*

Terrifying energy erupted, blasting a crater dozens of meters in diameter where Qin Ji had stood moments before. The rocks were instantly melted into searing red magma by the high temperature, bubbling and gurgling at the bottom of the pit.

But the place was already empty.

The sun had completely sunk below the horizon.

Night fell.

The Lord of Winterfell stood at the edge of the boiling magma, his Face as dark as if ink could drip from it. He stared fixedly at the empty Void Realm, his fingers gripping the spear so tightly they turned pale.

The wind died down.

Only the constantly churning magma silently narrated the composure and arrogance with which that man had departed.