Chapter 201: with translation of chapter title

"President Fan, you guys think of a solution first, I'll try to hold it off!"

"The battlefield had already descended into chaos; if we let the hatred run rampant any longer, we'd all be done for, so the spearmen hurriedly brandished their spears and charged forward."

"As a tangible manifestation of Edgar's superb alchemy, he painstakingly selected and exchanged a large number of strong corpses before finally creating this hatred."

"Such monsters, even if the spearmen have recently gone crazy leveling up and reached Lv. 14, are absolutely not something he can match alone."

"The foul, bloody wind carried a pungent smell of blood, and the violent smashing punches were like heavy artillery firing repeatedly."

"Under its overwhelming momentum, the spearmen dared not confront the hatred head-on; they could only rely on their agile footwork to maneuver around it."

"So it was clearly a case of using weapons against flesh; after several rounds of exchange, the one who ended up at a disadvantage was actually him."

"But this isn't the battlefield for fighting the goblin tribe; the players' biggest advantage now is that there really are a lot of them!"

"Junior brother, let me help you!"

"Having fought alongside the spearmen in the high-intensity practical training camp for several days, the senior brother, who was naturally a martial arts prodigy, had already grown accustomed to the combat here."

"Having inherited his master's sword technique, he naturally wields a sword in the game, but this is a straight-bladed long sword that can be used with either one or two hands."

"With a howling wind, his swift chopping was actually faster than the spearmen's thrusts."

"Only a flash of cold light was seen, and the blade had already sliced across the hatred's flesh; the taut skin split open, revealing the pallid, bloodless flesh inside."

"Unfortunately, the hatred's strength isn't just in its power; it also has a terrifying recovery speed and vitality."

"Moreover, although their blades and spears are swift, as cold weapons relying only on basic martial arts enhancements, their burst damage is genuinely insufficient."

"After finally landing a hit, before they could even expand their success, it would be healed back to its original state, resetting everything."

"But everyone is here to play the game; who would admit that someone else is stronger, and who doesn't want to earn their own glory?"

"Thus, just as the two were locked in a bitter struggle, a feathered arrow tore through the air, accurately blinding the hatred's largest fish eye."

"Although the players privately mocked Starlight as throwing money away, hiring a bunch of third-rate players no other guild wanted just to play house."

"But casting a wide net always catches fish; moreover, the Thomas family's money isn't easily earned, and Howard had already built up a background behind the scenes."

"Broad forehead, square face, stout build, thick waist."

"The one who fired this arrow was actually a sturdy man with 'nomad' written on his face; just from his bearing he could go all the way from Hulunbuir to Europe."

"Ji Ming had seen him before in the livestream room—skilled in both archery and wrestling, a locally renowned Bokh wrestler, so Yangyue specially recruited him as a stronghold seed; he never expected to see him again right here."

"His ID is 【Let the Feathered Arrow Fly】, but online his nickname is usually his Chinese name Usu, followed by the title 'Great Khan'."

"Whether it's for the money or due to some connection with the company behind the scenes, he has now become a stalwart of Starlight."

"Spear blades and Starlight all took action; justice naturally wouldn't lag behind."

"Wearing a pair of black lacquered iron fists, the Lost One let out a loud roar."

"When dealing with this kind of heretical demon, there's no need to talk about martial arts morality—big guys, shoulder to shoulder!"

"Just like seeing justice done in reality, often one person stepping up will drive a crowd to follow."

"Thus came Flying Fire Meteor, Striving Strong Child, Great Desert Cang Lang……"

"If this were real life, encountering this huge, fat, foul-smelling disgusting monster, most people would probably turn and run."

"But this is a game; once the mood is right, even a few guests from the show want to go up and chop it a piece!"

"So amid the excited shouts, batch after batch of players confident in their combat ability joined the battlefield, taking part in this siege."

"What could be more passionate than setting aside faction divisions, ignoring professional limits, and fighting together?"

"Remember when the big boss from next door's Third Middle School came looking for trouble with our junior high division? We brothers just took the field back like this!"

"Even the Death God began warming up at the sidelines, recalling his own numb middle-aged years of youthful recklessness."

"But just as he was holding a box of poison gas bombs, preparing a savage charge, Strong Child Ma Yi, the foodie Big Spray Mushroom, all rushed up."

"One person grabbed an arm and a leg, holding on tightly."

"Dad! Don't go up there, Dad—if we blast past, the dungeon will be permanently shut down!"

"No choice; the Death God could only put down the wooden crate and shake his head helplessly."

"Alright, I'll wait until they can't hold up, then I'll go up and self-destruct……"

"No matter how many players go into battle, the core problem remains unsolved."

"——At present, the players' 'attack cap' is too low."

"Even if they rely on their numerical advantage, they ultimately managed to halt this flesh-and-blood war chariot."

"But if they cannot offset the hatred monster's self-healing ability to inflict extra damage, then all their attacks will be in vain."

"After a prolonged struggle, they clearly had regained the initiative, yet facing this terrifying hatred that knows no fatigue, no pain, and fears no death, the players felt somewhat like mayflies trying to shake a tree."

"Moreover, passion doesn't put food on the table; the vast majority of players only rushed in to fight after being stirred up, so they hardly count as any kind of professional talent."

"Let alone expecting tight coordination; if they panic, just having their attacks follow some pattern would be good enough."

"Even when numbers reach a certain level, there emerged players blocking others' movement, players hindering others' attacks—a reverse optimization."

"Fortunately, not everyone had their wits played with by excitement; player leaders like Fan Taozhu and Howard remained calm."

"They stood to the side analyzing the situation, and upon seeing it, they all shouted out."

"Players under level ten, withdraw from the battle circle and hand the battlefield over to the trainees to handle!"

"Hastily discarding some baggage, this finally allowed the chaotic mess on the field to ease somewhat."

"Even so, a few players have already been successfully killed and turned into souls beneath the hatred's fists."

"No, if we keep going like this, something's bound to go wrong."

"Fu Le worried anxiously, his gaze moving across the field, finally landing on the Death God who wanted to go up but was held down by his teammates, unable to move."

"His heart stirred, he hurried over."

"Death God, do you still have those explosive canisters you used to blow up the Mysterious Merchant earlier?"

"Several people hurriedly rummaged through their backpacks, only to find they could scrape together a mere four or five, and moreover they were low-quality prototypes."

"Oh dear, back then we had so much fun blowing things up that we used them all up……"

"Where did you guys get these cans from, or did you get them from that beta tester?"

"After clarifying the source of the firearms, Fu Le rushed over nonstop."

"Desert Cang Lang had long been unable to resist charging up to join the group fight, so only three people remained standing here."

"Although they weren't exactly acquaintances, as a seasoned marketer, Fu Le's forte was striking up conversations, so he didn't hesitate."

"I heard the challengers' gunpowder cans are supplied by you guys, right? Do you have any stock left? I want to buy some."

"The Thunderbolt was made by her, Aurora—do you still have any surplus…?"

"But the area beside where Ji Ming pointed was already empty, and Aurora had somehow slipped behind him."

"He tapped the transparent box beside him twice and spoke softly."

"Yes, I've sent them to your warehouse via email."

"He glanced at his inbox and almost laughed in anger at the number written in the lower-right corner of the icon."

"Are you an invincible bomber or a Cybertron logistics officer? How did you manage to make so many Thunderbolts?"

"Ji Ming also didn't dare openly display the munitions, so he could only bring out one."

"Our Thunderbolts are all of this quality—see if it works for you."

"Fu Le tried to catch it, but almost dropped it due to insufficient strength."

"Whoa, this has some weight to it."

"He turned back to check the distance between Hatred and this spot; if relying solely on human strength to throw, it would probably be hard to hit anyone in the safe zone…"

"Fei Ying probably noticed his worry and also took out that tiger-squat cannon from his backpack."

"I happen to have a suitable launch device that works pretty well."

"As a star player, Fu Le naturally came over with the live stream on."

"Only three days have passed since the internal test launch, yet players already have primitive firearms—this sight instantly blew netizens' minds."

"【Wow, this guy is really intense】"

"【How many joules would this shot release? Won't the young guy get arrested tonight?】"

"【Everyone should still cherish the present time; maybe tomorrow we won't see him anymore (great sorrow)】"

"However, what Fei Ying had to say about pulling out this weapon wasn't good news, as he immediately began to list its various drawbacks."

"It's really hard to aim precisely with this primitive firearm, especially since the players and Hatred keep changing positions."

"Moreover, I only know how to make it; I'm not very skilled at using it, so I might accidentally cause friendly fire and even blow up the ceiling or something."

"In other words, having it is useless, and we're not hiding our incompetence."

"So we can't do without weapons, but we can't use them either… now the problem is stuck right here."

"Are we supposed to have everyone withdraw and then let Death God alone carry a huge pile of gunpowder cans up there to self-destruct?"

"Always like this, it ends up making the other players look rather ridiculous."

"But just as he was brooding, Aurora suddenly spoke up."

"You can have Wai Shu throw it—he's super accurate with Thunderbolts."

"Holy crap, how did this suddenly fall on me?"

"Under Fu Le's gaze full of questions, Ji Ming could only nod."

"In college I was on the javelin team, so I do have some experience and understanding of throwing things…"

"I originally wanted to rely on this instance to give the players a harsh military drill, but I ended up having to do it myself."

"Although with my own vitality I could already hit the target directly from where I stood, doing it this way would be a bit too scary."

"So I loaded my backpack with a bunch of gunpowder cans and Ji Ming kept walking until he reached the edge of the battle zone before stopping."

"Make way."

"Using this weapon poses no difficulty for Ji Ming; rather, avoiding friendly fire requires some attention to detail."

"So when both sides' offensives stalled and there were fewer players around Hatred, he focused his gaze and struck."

"It was still the classic dual control of blast timing and projectile landing point; Ji Ming neither deviated nor favored, letting the Thunderbolt detonate with exquisite precision in the maximum possible airburst next to Hatred's head."

"During pure melee combat, its massive build is indeed a considerable advantage."

"But when under ranged attack, its tall, rotund frame makes it nothing more than a moving target in others' eyes."

"Even because Ji Ming aimed at its topmost head to explode, the scattered fragments hadn't yet fallen on other players before losing momentum and turning into ordinary dropped objects, at least unable to hurt anyone anymore."

"Such a blast actually isn't much of a fatal wound for Hatred, but being shaken by the ear-splitting roar and shockwave to hearing and head is an extremely painful ordeal."

"After fighting for a long time, it still emitted its first cry that could be called a mournful howl."

"Even in panic, it forgot to fight, stomping its feet anxiously while letting the blade-and-spear duo wreak havoc on its body."

"Awesome, who threw that thunderbolt? It's so accurate!"

"Throwing thunderbolts isn't surprising, but being able to throw them this beautifully is truly shocking."

"Almost everyone subconsciously thought it was Death God who did it, at least also a member of the challengers."

"Because in ordinary people's minds, only they could pull off such crazy, ferocious attacks that could be called gambling tactics."

"But when they followed the parabola toward the line of sight, they realized it was actually Wai Shu who had taken out a second Thunderbolt and was weighing it!"

"WDNMD, it's the Military Advisor! The Military Advisor charged forward!"

"【The shovel-wielding killer is just for fun; if we really want DPS, it's got to be me, the blasting genius!】"

"From the spectators to the bullet comments, all kinds of amazement blended together, but the players actually fighting on the field were truly drenched in sweat."

"After all, they didn't know that Ji Ming, with multiple skills stacked, could achieve absolute precision in grenade throwing, and they thought he was just a blind cat bumping into a dead rat."

"This time maybe it could hit, but what about next time?"

"Except for a few top players who could still turn a deaf ear and fight on as if embracing death, everyone else fled the battlefield."

"... Good, good, good, there are still brave ones in my game—dad will keep spoiling you from now on!"

Ji Ming gave a silent smile, swinging his arm in a wide arc.

「Damn, go, ignore! 」

As everyone knows, Ji Ming is a kind and generous good person.

So this second Heaven-Shaking Thunder still blasted beside Hatred's ear, just on the other side.

「How is this shot also so accurate? It perfectly blew up symmetrically! 」

「Could it be that the Dog Head Advisor doesn't just suddenly pop up with ideas, but he's actually really good at throwing things? 」

【Now I know why most FPS games only let players carry one grenade—this aim is really hilarious.】

Although Hatred's head isn't strictly just one part, the sudden heat and firelight make creatures instinctively fear it, making dealing with it the top priority.

However, as it roared repeatedly trying to find the source of damage, it was seized and held back by players who burst with greater combat power.

It could only stand in place, letting Ji Ming mercilessly pummel its body with Heaven-Shaking Thunder.

Soon it was blown apart, skin split and flesh torn, its whole body covered in burnt flesh and black ash, becoming a true "crucible".

And in its disarray, Hatred's most important nervous system was also damaged, its speed and strength greatly reduced.

They are all experts; everything goes without saying.

The players seized the chance to accelerate the offense, blades, swords, spears, and fists flying nonstop; even without Heaven-Shaking Thunder's continued aid they could still inflict enough damage.

At this rate, Hatred's defeat is merely a matter of time; it will ultimately become an elephant worn down by ants.

Thus, hiding in his lair, Edgar glared at the crystal ball before him, eyes wide with anger.

「No, my adorable little crucible, how dare they damage your beautiful body like this! 」

Gritting his teeth, he paced anxiously for a moment, then glanced at the large pot nearby.

「Yes, there's still a way—I still have a stone gargoyle! 」

Even without Hatred's help it's not impossible, just a bit more trouble—I, Edgar, am the greatest alchemist in history!

Holding this mad belief, he picked up a ladle and began continuously pouring soul potion onto the stone gargoyle's body.

Finally, the stone gargoyle's eyes glowed red, accompanied by falling dust as its wings unfolded, changing from a cold stone statue back to a mad, eerie form.

Edgar shouted loudly, shaking his index finger, issuing his first command as master.

「You! Go quickly, save people! Go quickly save my treasure…」

However, before he finished speaking, he felt something pierce his chest.

He lowered his head to see—it was a claw from the stone gargoyle.