114: Chapter 114 Sacrifice Build to Create a God! A Terrifying Monster with an Attack Speed ​​of 26.8

The last rays of the setting sun sank completely below the horizon, making the pale gold city-protecting array outside Black Wind City appear increasingly dazzling.

Qin Ji withdrew his gaze, his purple-gold pupils showing no ripples of emotion. Since this turtle had retreated into its shell, he would leave it be for now. He turned and stepped into the dense forest behind him, his footsteps so light they made no sound, as if the god of slaughter who had just unleashed a bloodbath before the city gates was merely an illusion.

Deep within the forest, two figures had already been waiting for a long time.

Frenzied Blade leaned against an ancient tree, his giant axe thrust casually into the soil. As he watched Qin Ji approach, a flicker of imperceptible awe flashed in his eyes. On the other side, a thin young man named "Monkey of the Great Sage Equaling Heaven" appeared somewhat restless, his hands tightly gripping a Wrought Iron Staff, his gaze burning with intensity.

“Brother Hao,” Monkey called out, his voice a bit dry.

Qin Ji nodded slightly and casually tossed several pieces of equipment shimmering with a faint light onto the ground. He had picked them up while slaughtering the City Guard; though they were trash to him, for ordinary players at this stage, they were god-tier gear.

“Are you ready?” Qin Ji’s voice was calm, devoid of emotion.

Monkey glanced at the equipment on the ground, then at Qin Ji, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty. He knew what Qin Ji intended to do, and the plan was so insane that he was still doubting its reality at this very moment.

“Okay.”

Monkey wasted no words. He simply adjusted his grip on the staff, and his eyes instantly became sharp.

In the next instant, without any warning—

Whoosh—!

The long staff tore through the air, carrying a sharp whistle as it smashed ruthlessly toward the top of Qin Ji's head.

Critical Hit! -5847!

Bright red damage numbers floated up from Qin Ji's head. Immediately after, Monkey's figure turned into a blur of gray shadows, his long staff raining down on Qin Ji like a dense downpour.

-5839!

-5901!

...

Damage numbers gushed out like a fountain.

Qin Ji did not dodge, nor did he activate any defensive skills. He just stood there quietly, allowing the attacks to land. To cooperate with Monkey's output, he had specifically unequipped his defense-boosting armor and had even taken off the "tear of the goddess of life," which possessed terrifying recovery capabilities.

Even so, green recovery numbers continued to pop up above his head.

+3500 (bloodthirsty dragon armor feedback)!

+2800 (Recovery Passive)!

His health bar was dropping, but the speed was not fast.

Monkey gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. His current Rank was twenty, and he had put all his talent points into attack speed. Combined with the territory bonus from Frenzied Blade's guild that Qin Ji had specifically had him join, his attack speed had already broken the 7.5 threshold!

Seven strikes per second!

This was already an unimaginable god-like speed in the eyes of ordinary players, but before Qin Ji’s three-million-thick health bar, it still seemed like a drop in the bucket.

“Too slow,” Qin Ji’s indifferent voice came through.

Monkey’s pupils constricted, but his movements became even more frenzied. He knew that Brother Hao was giving him an opportunity—a chance to ascend to the heavens in a single step.

Time passed minute by minute.

One minute later.

Qin Ji’s health bar finally hit rock bottom.

“Withered Wood Meets Spring!”

A green light flashed, and the health bar that was about to be emptied instantly refilled by a large chunk.

Monkey was not discouraged; instead, the Battle Intent in his eyes grew even higher. He knew Withered Wood Meets Spring had a cooldown; as long as he broke through this once, the next moment would be the harvest.

Another minute passed.

When the final strike landed, Qin Ji’s health bar finally reached zero.

Whoosh—

White light rose as Qin Ji’s body fell, vanishing into nothingness.

A System notification exploded in Monkey's ear.

[Ding! You have killed the red-named player "Snow Emperor," triggering the bounty reward mechanism!]

[Ding! Your talent "Greedy Plunder" has taken effect; the free attribute point rewards are doubled!]

Monkey watched the numbers suddenly skyrocket on his panel, his breathing nearly stopping.

But he had no time for shock, because within the white light ahead, Qin Ji’s figure was condensing once more.

“Continue.”

Qin Ji chose to revive on the spot. Although there were penalties and he would lose levels, he didn't care.

For him, who possessed the "Blessing of the Gods," levels and experience were just numbers. As long as he could create a true "monster" of an assistant, this small loss was negligible.

Killing, reviving.

Killing again, reviving again.

A total of ten times.

Frenzied Blade watched quietly from the side, completely unaware that the cigarette butt in his hand had burned down to his fingers. Looking at the man who kept falling and standing back up, an indescribable chill welled up in his heart. If this man was so ruthless toward himself, how terrifying must he be toward his enemies?

Finally, after the tenth revival.

Monkey stopped. His entire body was trembling—not from exhaustion, but from the power within him that felt like it was about to burst his body open.

“Brother Hao...”

Monkey's voice was shaking.

His talent allowed him to obtain five times the free attribute points of an ordinary person. Killing a red-name of Qin Ji's level was already extremely rewarding, and with the five-fold increase over ten kills, he had obtained a full five thousand free attribute points!

Furthermore, his "Balanced Enhancement" talent made those five thousand attribute points yield the effect of fifty thousand!

He allocated them all!

The aura around Monkey changed instantly. His originally thin frame seemed to inflate, his muscle lines twisting together like steel cables.

Attack power increased by ten thousand!

Health points skyrocketed by one hundred thousand!

The most terrifying part was his attack speed.

From his original 7.5 attack speed, it had directly surged by 19.3, reaching a staggering 26.8!!

What did that mean?

Twenty-six strikes in one second!

At the current stage, even top-tier assassins only hovered between 3 and 4 in attack speed. Monkey's current attack speed had already surpassed the limits of humanity—it even surpassed most BOSSes!

“Give it a try.” Qin Ji tossed over a spare Black Iron-grade long saber.

Monkey caught the long saber and gave it a casual swing.

Swish—!

A curtain of silver-white blade light instantly exploded in the air. Frenzied Blade felt his vision blur; he couldn't see Monkey's movements at all and could only hear the shrill scream of the air being torn apart.

“Freak...” Frenzied Blade couldn't help but mutter, subconsciously taking half a step back.

Monkey looked at his hands, his face flushed with excitement. This sense of power and speed made him feel as if he had become the Dominator of this world.

“Brother Hao, I freaking love you!”

Monkey rushed forward, wanting to give Qin Ji a bear hug.

Qin Ji stepped aside slightly, avoiding the sweat-drenched hug, his expression remaining flat: “Keep these items. Sell whatever you don't need to Frenzied Blade.”

“Brother Hao, this...”

“I'm not short on this little bit,” Qin Ji waved his hand, interrupting Monkey. “Next, Black Wind City will have major movements, and the Star Kingdom won't just sit by. You only need to do one thing—muddy the waters.”

He looked toward Black Wind City, a cold smile curling on his lips. “I want them to feel that I am still nearby, ready to rip out their throats at any time.”

“Understood!” Frenzied Blade and Monkey nodded simultaneously.

After giving these instructions, Qin Ji did not linger, turning to disappear into the depths of the forest.

His goal was clear—Black Water Lake.

Since Black Wind City was holed up, he would use this time to clear the dungeon he had been eyeing for a long time. The Dragon Turtle Dungeon—the monsters there had extremely high health, making it the perfect place for him to stack his maximum health limit.

...

Meanwhile, the official ragnarok forum had completely exploded.

A video titled "One Man Against a City! Snow Emperor Slaughters City Guard with a Hundred Arrows per Second" was pinned and featured; within just half an hour, its views surpassed one billion.

In the video, that figure standing atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, that Gatling-like fire rate, and those terrifying damage numbers caused the worldviews of countless players to collapse.

The comment section was like a pot of boiling water.

[United States Player]: FUCK! This is definitely cheating! 420,000 damage per arrow? My God, even our number one knight, King Arthur, only has 50,000 HP right now! How are we supposed to play?

[Sakura Country Player]: Baka! This must be a conspiracy by the Dragon Country people! They must be using some BUG! We must complain to the ragnarok officials! Such a balance-breaking existence must be banned!

[Korean Player]: Shibal! I want to state once again that according to our research, Snow Emperor’s ancestral home is our Republic of Korea! He is the pride of our Republic of Korea! Only our Korean bloodline could give birth to such a powerhouse!

Players from various countries argued incessantly, but most felt only fear.

An instinctive fear when facing an incomprehensible, powerful force.

And among these comments, the most glaring and uncomfortable was none other than the one from "Game Brother Dong."

Just a few hours ago, he had posted asserting that Snow Emperor was doomed, even mocking Snow Emperor as a "lucky player who only knows how to bully noobs."

At this moment, his private messages and comment section were being trashed.

“Dong Ge, why don't you come out and take a few steps? Is your face swollen yet?”

“Is this the lucky player you were talking about? Is a hundred arrows a second also luck?”

“Dong Ge, why don't you just delete your account? It's pretty embarrassing to watch.”

In a dim rental room somewhere.

Game Brother Dong stared fixedly at the video on the screen, his eyes bloodshot, his mouse clicking loudly as he gripped it tightly.

He was unwilling to accept this.

He was also a talented individual, possessing a talent that granted five times the free attribute points. He had originally thought that as long as he stayed low and developed, he would eventually soar and trample Snow Emperor under his feet.

But now...

Looking at that god-and-demon-like figure in the video, watching the terrifying footage of one arrow clearing a whole area, the pride in his heart was smashed to pieces.

The gap was too large.

So large it made him despair, so large that he lost even the courage to try and catch up.

“Snow Emperor... are you even human?!”

Brother Dong roared, smashing his keyboard into the screen. Amidst flying sparks, the screen image froze on Qin Ji's cold, purple-gold pupils, as if silently mocking his incompetence.

...

By the shore of Black Water Lake.

The damp air was thick with the smell of rotting water plants; the black lake water was dead and waveless, like a massive black mirror.

Qin Ji stood before the dungeon entrance. The environment here was exceptionally eerie, and he could faintly hear muffled roars coming from the bottom of the lake.

“Dragon Turtle Dungeon, I hope your health bars are thick enough.”

Qin Ji muttered to himself, casually pulling out a feathered arrow.

[Prompt: Please select the dungeon difficulty.]

“Hell.”

He didn't hesitate for a moment. Normal difficulty was just a waste of time for him; only the double-health monsters of Hell difficulty were worthy of becoming fodder for his health stacking.

Buzz—

The light of the teleportation gate lit up, instantly swallowing his figure.

As he entered, the originally dead Black Water Lake suddenly rippled with layers of waves, as if some terrifying existence had been awakened.

Inside the dim underground cavern, viscous liquid dripped from the damp rock walls. As soon as Qin Ji’s figure condensed, countless pairs of crimson eyes lit up around him.

There were hundreds of giant Dragon Turtles the size of tanks, their hard shells covered in sharp spikes, their mouths spewing corrosive poison mist.

“Roar—!!”

Deafening roars echoed within the enclosed cavern, the sound waves shaking loose debris from the rock walls.

Facing this sea of monsters that would be enough to instantly wipe out an ordinary hundred-man raid group, Qin Ji merely raised the jiu he long bow in his hand, a cruel curve hooking his lips.

Twang—!

The bowstring vibrated.

A feathered arrow tore through the darkness, precisely pinning itself into the eyeball of the nearest Dragon Turtle.

Critical Hit! -892000!

The massive damage number instantly illuminated the cavern.

Qin Ji did not pause; his body moved forward instead of retreating, turning into a blur as he charged into the monster swarm. The long bow in his hand seemed to turn into the scythe of the God of Death at this moment; every vibration of the bowstring was accompanied by the wail of a giant beast.

There was no flashy magic, no redundant words.

Only the purest efficiency of slaughter.

Deep within the cavern, a Dragon Turtle King the size of a small mountain slowly opened its eyes. Before it could even let out a roar, its vision was covered by a sky-filling rain of arrows.

A few minutes later.

Qin Ji stepped upon the shattered skull of the Dragon Turtle King, the black blood beneath his feet pooling into a river and slowly flowing toward the darkness in the depths of the cavern. He casually pulled out the feathered arrow lodged in the Dragon Turtle King's eye socket, the arrowhead scraping a trail of dazzling sparks against the hard shell, appearing exceptionally piercing and cold in this pitch-black, dead underground world.