Chapter 287 Little Sword's Talent: Infinite Sword Distance!
"I think it's boring to watch the commotion here. It seems like there are already hundreds of Black Tiger Guild players gathered outside Sunset Town."
"Hundreds? What's there to see? It'll probably be over in ten seconds."
"I think six seconds is enough. Ice King seems to have a skill that can leap out with lightning."
"95."
"96."
"97."
Alan was counting the number of times he had killed the man with the ghost face mask.
"One hundred, done!"
Alan had killed the man with the ghost face mask a hundred times.
"Friend, let me give you a piece of advice. It's fine to try to get attention, but you need to understand the situation. I originally planned to kill you only ten times, but you had to talk tough. Who's to blame for that?"
Alan put on a look that said it wasn't his fault.
The man with the ghost face mask looked like he was drowning in misery, his eyes locked on Alan like a wolf ready to tear him apart.
He opened his mouth, ready to throw down some tough talk, but his eyes landed on the nearby guard captain, and he bit his tongue.
The Ice King was just camping the respawn point, killing him over and over—but even a hundred more deaths wouldn't faze him.
What really scared him was getting nabbed by the guards and locked up for who knows how long. That would seriously screw up his game progress.
"You have a god-level talent, tied to the Nightfall Union, and killer combat skills," Alan murmured, a name popping into his head. After all, god-tier talents in Ragnarok were rare—only a handful existed.
With a little thought, Alan had already pieced some things together.
Of course, it might not be spot-on.
He pulled out the Code of Life and Death and scribbled Lord of the Night on it.
To his surprise, the guy in the ghost face mask was still standing, unscathed.
"Not you." Alan frowned slightly, his judgment was actually wrong.
Meanwhile, deep in the Netherland, a warrior wielding dual blades finally cut down the level 100 bronze boss in front of him and was about to pick up the items dropped by the NPC.
Then.
-300,021!
A huge damage number appeared above his head. With a health pool of three hundred thousand, he was instantly wiped out.
His hand, reaching for the loot, froze mid-air as his character vanished, respawning at the altar.
"Who? Who the hell just sniped me?" Lord of the Night was fuming. Farming a boss wasn't supposed to be this easy, right?
Was someone seriously messing with him?
But the fact that he got one-shot still sent a chill down his spine.
Sure, his health wasn't top-tier, but at over three hundred thousand, he was still ahead of most players.
Yet, who the hell was strong enough to take him out without even showing their face?
After discovering that the person in front of him wasn't Lord of the Night, Alan gave an awkward smile and changed the name to Night Spirit God Marigold on the Code of Life and Death.
With that done, Alan gave a casual wave. "I'm out. Don't go picking fights with just anyone. Some people are not to be messed with."
The people offended by the Nightfall Union were not simple. Although Alan didn't know their specific identities, the fact that they could make deities like the sea goddess compete for them spoke volumes.
By the time Alan reached the gates of Sunset Town, a crowd of players had already gathered. The moment they spotted him, they quickly stepped aside, clearing a path.
"I guess it will take five seconds."
"You're somewhat underestimating the Black Tiger Guild. I think it will take six seconds."
"The Black Tiger Guild has over two hundred people here. Six seconds? I think at least eight seconds."
"Keep your voice down. Don't let the Black Tiger Guild hear you. If they run away, we won't have a good show to watch."
These people were all chattering.
Alan roughly understood.
They seemed to be talking about how many seconds it would take him to deal with the Black Tiger Guild.
Over two hundred people? Five seconds?
Alan walked out of Sunset Town.
Fierce Tiger stood there swaggeringly, and beside him was a bearded fat man who looked similar to him.
"Yo, you the punk messing with my brother?" the bearded guy sneered, puffing out his chest.
"Yeah, that's me," Alan replied, cool as ever.
"Get on your knees, say sorry to my bro, and let him kill you ten times. Then maybe I'll let you walk away."
"Kill you ten times?"
The bearded guy's eyes narrowed. "You've got a big mouth, but it doesn't matter. With us here, you're not getting out of this town alive."
With that, he gestured, and a dozen archers behind him instantly unleashed a barrage of arrows at Alan.
Arrows whistled through the air.
Alan also raised his hand to shoot arrows, intercepting all the incoming arrows with his own.
"Only over two hundred people? What a pity, I wanted to kill a few more to teach you a lesson." Alan shook his head in disappointment and then raised his hand to shoot arrows without hesitation.
He didn't even use the Five Arrow Volley—these guys weren't worth it.
Even without it, Alan could fire off ninety-three arrows in a second, and with Lightning Leap, it was over in a blink.
The entire Black Tiger Guild, all two hundred of them, got wiped out in less than a second.
Silence!
Absolute silence!
The onlookers were all stunned.
They had just been guessing five seconds, six seconds.
But seeing this scene, they realized.
They were wrong.
They had all underestimated Alan's output capability.
"These items are trash to me. You can have 'em," Alan said, waving his hand and ignoring the gear dropped by the Black Tiger Guild.
Why bother?
There were just two bronze pieces, and the rest were junk—mostly elite and common-tier stuff.
Honestly, Alan figured picking it up would just be a waste of his time.
Back at the Hall of Glory, Little Sword was already there, bombarding Leif with endless questions like a hyperactive chatterbox.
Leif was on the verge of losing it. If it weren't for the fact that Little Sword was someone Alan had specifically asked him to look after—and that she'd awakened a god-tier talent—he would've snapped already.
When Alan walked in, Leif practically sprinted over like he'd just been saved. "Master, thank god you're back. Little Sword's a prodigy, one in a million. I've got other stuff to handle, so I'll leave her to you."
After handing Little Sword off to Alan, Leif bolted out of there.
Alan rubbed his forehead and, before Little Sword could speak, he said, "Show me your talent."
"Okay."
Little Sword sent her talent panel to Alan.
Infinite Sword Distance: God-level.
Effect 1: Every monster you kill at or above your level permanently boosts your attack power by 1 point.
Effect 2: Every boss you kill at or above your level permanently increases your attack range by 0.01.
Proficiency: Can't be upgraded.
God-level talents all have permanently stacking attributes.
Little Sword's talent, which permanently increases attack power and attack range, was quite impressive.
Her attacks were not limited to basic attacks, meaning her skills could also be released from a long distance.
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