Chapter 235: Little Brother Killed the Boss—How Do You Count That?

Half an hour ago.

Outside the Transmigrator's Guild.

And on televisions in every street, alley, and household across the entire base city.

Nearly everyone was watching the live broadcast of the human transmigrators.

This live broadcast was not footage from inside the transmigrator dungeon.

It was a diagram-based commentary stream with no video visuals.

On televisions, screens, and electronic billboards on building walls, a map resembling a game map would appear.

Red dots represented monsters.

Purple dots represented the boss monsters of the transmigrator dungeon.

Yellow dots represented the transmigrators participating in this evaluation.

At the very top of the screen, system notifications would appear: who gained how many points, who killed which monster, who failed to transmigrate and died.

The most peculiar thing was that, beside the electronic map showing the transmigrator dungeon, there were live chat logs from various transmigrators inside the dungeon.

From these chats, viewers learned everything happening inside the first-layer transmigrator dungeon.

At this moment, everyone's hot topic of discussion was Jiang Li.

"See? I told you, Jiang Li's Gaokao top scorer status was fake—look now! This kid is just lucky!"

"In the previous Gaokao dungeon, he used a special life-based item to perfectly counter the Dark Elves, so he saved so many of them!"

"He even used a life-powered item to ultimately liberate all the darkness in the entire Dark Forest!!! What luck!"

"Now look—he has no items left, and his performance is mediocre, isn't it?!"

People were eagerly discussing, believing Jiang Li was all show and no substance, unworthy of his reputation, lacking real strength.

Fifteen minutes ago.

"What happened? How did Jiang Li get so many Iron-rank transmigrator evaluation points all by himself?"

"I want to know too—what happened?"

"Let's see what they're chatting about!"

Outside viewers, after seeing the chat logs, some grew even angrier.

These people might be parents of those inside the first-layer Iron-rank transmigrator dungeon.

Or they might have other motives.

In any case, people can't stand others doing well.

Even a reputation built over ten thousand years can be reduced to dust in a single blow.

"Fuck, Jiang Li is too lucky—he killed a Bronze Death Scythe Skeleton Guard? One is worth thirty points, and he killed seven? That's insane!"

"Yeah? That's just too lucky."

"And he's being ridiculously arrogant—did you see Jiang Li's message? 'Follow me, eat well and drink well.'"

"Arrogant—he thinks he has some strength and acts this way. It's bad. After all, he's only a One-Star Warrior! He only achieved this through external power—he should stay humble. This kid's future is limited!!!"

Ten minutes ago.

"I told you—luck can't last forever. Now Jiang Li's gone quiet, hasn't he?"

"Yeah—the normal transmigrators are finally showing their true ability. That Iron Skeleton King can't hold out much longer—he's already lost half his HP. And Jiang Li? He's not even showing his face in front of everyone!"

Two minutes ago.

"The boss is almost dead—kids, push harder! We just don't know who'll be the MVP of the Iron first-layer."

Jiang Li's earlier 200+ evaluation points were completely ignored.

Because the Transmigrator's Guild has rules, and the transmigrator dungeon has rules too.

That is: no matter how many minor monsters you kill, if you don't kill the final boss, you cannot earn full evaluation points.

You can only get half your current score—if Jiang Li earned over 200 points but didn't kill the final boss, he'd end up with only 100 points, with half his points transferred to whoever finally cleared this layer. The situation would instantly reverse, and the one who killed the boss would become MVP.

And the viewers outside naturally knew this well-known rule.

Naturally, no one cared about Jiang Li's 200 points—if anyone killed the Iron first-layer boss, they would inevitably become MVP and receive the highest evaluation reward.

One minute ago.

"What the hell is going on? Look at the chat logs, quick!"

"A Bai Yin Skeleton Soldier has appeared in the first-layer transmigrator space… This is a joke, right? What's the point? Just save yourself!"

"No, no—look closely at the chat. Those Bai Yin Skeletons aren't just attacking transmigrators—they're attacking each other too!"

"Look, everyone's already figured out a strategy: stalling. Seems like some of these kids are smart!"

"Jiang Li probably cried himself unconscious in the bathroom by now. Luck alone won't cut it—you need real skill!!!"

"Kids, hold on!!!"

"Even as a spectator, I'm getting nervous—I hope the final boss is my Fat San's."

"Everyone else is trash—the final boss must be my Li Daping's."

"What garbage Gaokao top scorer—transmigration is about real strength. Get lost!!!"

Streets.

Alleys.

Homes.

Public places.

In every corner of Donghai Base City, people stood watching the giant screens.

They too grew tense.

Because the final boss had only a sliver of HP left.

Who will be the lucky one to land the killing blow on the final BOSS?

Everyone awaits with bated breath.

Finally, a line of system prompt text appeared on the giant electronic screen, leaving everyone stunned and screaming "Yamete..."

Inside the Iron-Grade Reincarnation Instance.

Everyone saw a skeleton soldier clad in bronze, iron, and black gold suddenly leap up, wielding a scythe of the Death God as it swung down.

It swung the scythe at its former master.

One second before everyone's magic, arrows, and various attack methods arrived, the massive head of the Iron Skeleton King, as large as a door, flew high into the air.

The giant skull tumbled more than ten times in the air, then landed with a "Boom," rolling to rest before a Fatty Axe Warrior.

The Fatty was dumbfounded; in his panic just now, he had even thrown away his axe.

Moreover, he was mere inches from the Iron Skeleton King; he had thought the BOSS was his, but—

Before he could react, he felt a cold glint flash above his head as a massive scythe came crashing down.

The Axe Warrior hadn't even reacted before his body split in two, with intestines and guts spilling all over the ground.

The one who struck was the Bronze Skeleton Guard, strengthened after just slaying the Iron Skeleton King.

It was also because of the Axe Warrior's death that anger surged in everyone's hearts.

Yet they suddenly realized they didn't even know who to hate.

No one had stolen the monster.

The BOSS of the First-Grade Reincarnation Instance had been killed by a minion who suddenly went berserk.

What kind of situation is this?

Does this mean everyone failed?

Just as everyone felt a bit bewildered, the system issued a prompt.

【Prompt: Based on the final BOSS of the First-Grade Iron Reincarnation Instance being killed by its own Bronze Death Scythe Skeleton Soldier—Mission Complete—Points will randomly fall upon one of the 155 Reincarnators. Maybe you are that lucky one!】