No one realized what had happened. Yujianlin didn’t even get a word out before he died cleanly and efficiently back to the Respawn Point.
“What the hell was that thing?! The damage was way too high!”
Yujianlin roared to the sky, venting his fury over the inexplicable death. After the outburst, he remembered—he’d lost every piece of gear due to his sky-high kill intent!
His roar drew immediate attention from other players around the Respawn Point. They pointed and whispered nonstop.
“Look! A pervert running naked over there!”
“Yeah! No clothes, screaming like a maniac!”
“Thankfully, there’s a pixelated blur. But isn’t this indecent exposure? Should we report him?”
“Report him! Absolutely!”
“Tsk tsk, what a disgusting guy.”
【System Alert: You have been reported by a player for “indecency.” We will verify this report shortly. Please play respectfully to build a healthy gaming world.】
This only amplified Yujianlin’s pent-up rage, flooding him with even more fury he couldn’t vent.
“Ahhh! What bug was that?! Who did it?! Did someone hide their name with a special item?”
My green gear! The green gear dozens of us worked so hard to gather!
This was the Guild’s foundation for leading the server!
Not only did it all drop, but I got reported by a bunch of noob chickens!
Blind with rage, he messaged his team without hesitation: “Kill that woman now! Then sweep the area for suspects. Attack on sight!”
It happened too suddenly. Yujianlin’s sword had been less than half an inch from Yingning’s neck—but that half-inch became an uncrossable chasm.
Nearby players waited for Yingning to die, ready to dance on her corpse and taunt her like before. But the expected scene never came. Instead, Yujianlin was snapped into a corpse with two crisp cracks.
The change was so abrupt no one reacted. Though Yujianlin’s gear littered the ground, not a single guild member snapped out of it to kill Yingning and reclaim the loot.
But while his subordinates froze, one person didn’t.
Yingning.
She’d had her eyes closed, likely the slowest to react. But Yujianlin’s death scream made her open them.
When she did, there was no Yujianlin—only a pile of shimmering green gear.
As a veteran who’d immersed herself in Game Chamber MMOs for years, rushing to grab loot was pure instinct!
She didn’t wonder what happened to that bastard or where he was. She only thought: grab gear fast! Even if I die, I’ll grab it! Backpack items don’t drop anyway!
A stubborn thought! A terrifying instinct! The primal reflex every player shared!
See dropped loot? Grab it first—whose it is doesn’t matter. Isn’t that just how games work?
This was the instinctive reaction to in-game wealth. Not just in RPGs—even competitive games couldn’t escape it. Why else were there so many six-item gods stealing kills?
Yingning hadn’t seen Yujianlin die or felt the shock of the reversal. So by the time his subordinates realized their boss’s gear was being mindlessly looted, she’d already grabbed most of it.
They scrambled to snatch the gear, but the moment their hands touched it, they were forcefully repelled.
【This item does not belong to you. You lack pickup permissions.】
Right—they hadn’t killed him. They couldn’t loot.
But why could that girl pick it up?!
He hadn’t done anything! How did the boss die? And she got credit?
This was like seeing ghosts in broad daylight!
“No matter what! Kill her first! She can’t grab any more!”
They quickly agreed. An Assassin drew his Dagger and lunged first!
【Tendon Strike】
A forced knockdown skill targeting leg muscles. Low damage, but it interrupted actions and briefly controlled the target.
The Dagger was inches away. Yingning even saw the sneer on his face.
“Stuff that isn’t yours? You don’t deserve to touch it! Die once to cool off!”
“Clang—”
A long, chilling metallic clang echoed. The Assassin felt his right hand hit by a train—a massive force nearly made him drop his Dagger.
The blade sliced past Yingning’s calf but missed her skin by a hair. A huge crimson 【MISS】 flashed over her.
Furious and stunned, the Assassin had no time to think. He charged again, desperate.
He was closest. While he recovered, Yingning had already grabbed another green accessory. He had to stop her looting—fast!
【Throat Slash】
“No matter what trick you used, nothing this broken exists early-game! You must’ve spent a rare defensive item… But those are scarce. How long can you last? Die!”
The Assassin was near-mad with panic. His words weren’t for Yingning—they were to steel himself and his team.
After all, this was too bizarre. No one understood it. No one knew what hidden Trump Card the enemy held—or how strong it was.
The Snowbright Dagger became a silvery streak, like a rainbow piercing the sun! It slashed straight for Yingning’s throat!
Even if she tried to dodge, this strike was nearly impossible to avoid!
The blade crept closer to her throat. The edge even brushed her pale skin. The Assassin finally breathed easier.
“Clang—”
The Dagger flew from his hand.
【You have been disarmed】
“What the fu—”
Before he finished, two green specks wrapped in blazing holy white light descended silently from the horizon like divine punishment.
“Snap!” “Snap!”
【Precise Strike -79】
Left cheek.
【Precise Strike -79】
Right cheek.
【You were lawfully killed by player Ningbeibei in self-defense. Due to your high kill intent, she gains 1% of your total EXP, +5 Reputation, and +5 Chivalry.】
The Assassin died with his mouth wide open—not just from terror.
Two green pellets were embedded in his cheeks, caving them inward and forcing his lips into a crooked “8” shape.
“What the hell… is this…”
Assassin: deceased.
“Playing Assassin in front of me?”
I crouched two hundred meters away on a hill’s edge, camouflaged under makeshift cover of foxtail grass and shrubs, muttering to myself.
This scene felt like a lifetime ago—back to that gray existence woven with blood and fire.
Enough. Don’t dwell.
“Sector C, deep zone.”
“Thirteen targets left. No ranged DPS. No anti-sniper capability. No evasion awareness.”
“Distance: 210 yards.”
“Wind: 3 km/h.”
“Bullet… ah, Holy Light Pea flight time: 0.3 seconds.”
“Error correction: 0.5 degrees.”
“Target: second Assassin left of Yingning… Tsk. These days, anyone with a Dagger calls themselves an Assassin.”
I sighed and shook my head, mourning the profession’s low entry bar for several seconds. At the same time, I marveled at the game’s realistic physics engine—Yingning hadn’t exaggerated when she lured me in.
“Tendon Strike? Throat Slash? Backstab? Shadow Assault? Stealth? Give me a break… Did you even graduate sniper school, rookies?”
