novellhall Chapter 10 Rest and Recuperation, [Brutal Level 4]
Chapter 10 Rest and Recuperation, [Brutal Level 4]
"really."
He recalled the rules of the game: after failing the weekly challenge, you could re-enter, and the instance status would be completely refreshed upon re-entry.
The trigger condition for dungeon settlement is "achieving the dungeon objective".
For the Goblin Tribe, it means killing all the designated monsters.
If the objective is not achieved, the settlement panel will not pop up.
The weekly challenge remains until it is completed, so he can simply quit by committing suicide and then re-enter.
The goblin that he personally dragged out of the sea of fire and bound tightly would remain in a surviving state, becoming his time-manipulation machine.
"Combat experience, skill proficiency, and even insights into [martial arts] talent are all accumulated in real-time during actual combat. Why wait for those fixed rewards?"
Leaving the convulsing goblin aside, Lu Qingfeng continued practicing his swordsmanship.
It's rare to find such a wonderful place where one can freely practice one's ideas. Unlike in the real world, where one dares not make any big moves for fear that the neighbors will notice something amiss and call the police.
After Lu Qingfeng felt tired, he turned around and held the Chongyue Sword horizontally to his neck.
The sharp blade cut through the skin, and warm blood flowed down the collarbone.
"See you next time, my little cuties."
He exerted his strength suddenly!
[Health Points Reach Zero]
[Death Penalty Activated: Soul Weakness (lasts 6 hours)]
[Teleportation forcibly activated...]
The backyard of the bookstore, on the blue brick floor.
Lu Qingfeng suddenly sat up with a spasm, his clothes soaked in cold sweat.
The phantom pain of a torn throat still lingered, and his fingertips trembled as he touched his perfectly intact neck.
[Soul Weakness: All attributes -30%, skill effects reduced by 50%, lasts 5 hours and 58 minutes]
"worth."
He opened the web interface, panting. The grayed-out "Weekly Challenge: Goblin Tribe" was still available for challenge.
"Six hours..."
Lu Qingfeng staggered into the bookstore, a chilling, weak feeling creeping into his abdomen like a bone-deep infection.
He pulled something out of the freezer... Damn, I forgot, I ate it all last time I died.
We need to prepare more ready-to-eat foods.
"One real-world training session, exchanged for six hours of weakness... a mere death penalty..."
This is totally worth it!
It's strange that such a massive system like Zongwang would have such an obvious vulnerability.
But as we all know, if a game has obvious bugs that haven't been fixed for a long time... then that's just its nature.
"You have completed a battle. [Martial Arts] has gained a significant amount of progress, and [Agility] +1."
"[Weapon Mastery Lv2] → [Weapon Mastery Lv3]"
Final damage bonus increased from 10% to 15%.
"Goblin kill count reaches 100, skill points +2"
"Extraordinary Creatures Hundred Kills, Skill Points +4"
This was just one gain, but unfortunately, time was running out for Lu Qingfeng:
It's Thursday now, and the dungeon's duration is running out.
Moreover, the bookstore can't stay closed indefinitely. Fortunately, the employee who took leave will be back tomorrow.
Thinking of this, Lu Qingfeng sprang up like a fish and continued preparing the magical gadgets for the little goblin.
"There's one more point, I almost forgot."
[Tyranny] requires 2 points to upgrade to level 3. The improvement effect is self-evident.
Upgrading [Crush] and [Frenzy] requires 3 points each. The improvement effect is:
[Shatter]: Armor penetration +10% → 15%
【Madness】: Each attack adds 1 stack of 【Madness】, and each stack of 【Madness】 increases damage by 5%, up to a maximum of 3 to 4 stacks.
Unless it's a really late-game resource, Lu Qingfeng hopes to make the most of every resource.
Therefore, upgrading [Crush] and [Frenzy] is the best choice.
However, the six skill points flickered like starlight on the panel. Lu Qingfeng hovered his fingertip above the skill tree, and the options of [Tyranny Lv3] and [Tyranny Lv4] unfolded layer by layer in his vision.
"2 points to level up to Lv3, 4 points to level up to Lv4..."
"Increasing your strength is not a bad idea."
Moreover, his senses kept reminding him that the transition from level 3 to level 4 would be a qualitative change.
The phantom pain of the skeletal assassin piercing through the abdomen under the red moon still throbbed in the nerve endings.
The sensation of that skeletal claw tearing through flesh sent chills down his spine.
If it weren't for the Molotov cocktail saving the day last time, I'd probably still be suffering in my weakened state right now.
Lu Qingfeng closed his eyes and reviewed the details of the battle:
The stiffness when Chongyue cleaved open the bear goblin's head, the cracked tiger's mouth when blocking the bone spear, and even the resolute act of finally slashing his own throat with his sword.
Strength, always insufficient strength!
Shattering armor is a skill, and frantic layering is a calculation, but if the basic strength is enough to crush, why bother with these?
"The way of the martial artist is ultimately to overcome skill with force."
The fingertip slammed onto the panel.
"Skill [Tyranny Lv3] has been learned."
A torrent of energy surged into every part of his body!
The bones emitted a humming sound as if steel beams were being forged, and the muscle fibers tightened and relaxed like a python.
"Not enough!"
The thought settled again.
"Skill [Tyranny Lv4] has been learned."
boom--!
It was as if ancient war drums were exploding in my mind.
Lu Qingfeng suddenly bent over, letting out a low growl like a wild beast.
The blood vessels beneath the skin writhed like red snakes, and blood-red ripples appeared at the edges of the field of vision.
He stared intently at the waist-high bluestone pillar in the corner of the courtyard, a violent force surging and roaring in his chest, urging him to tear apart all obstacles in his path.
"calm......"
He bit his tongue, and the taste of blood brought him back to his senses.
[Tyranny Lv4: Strength increased by 40%, Strength stat increased by 2]
You have gained a new trait: Shatter.
【Shatter: Has a chance to trigger with each heavy attack, inflicting a tearing wound effect on the attack】
Three breaths later, the crimson wave receded from the depths of his bone marrow, and Lu Qingfeng slowly straightened up.
The wooden stake, which had been damaged during the day and had only 10 points of durability left, was quietly floating in the backpack slot, and was now being taken out again.
"Perfect."
Lu Qingfeng ripped open his clothes, revealing his well-built upper body.
The weakened state during this period of weakness becomes an excellent buffer for testing new abilities.
The Chongyue Sword trembled slightly in his hand, its spine reflecting Lu Qingfeng's still-red pupils.
He spun around and slashed, the blade tearing through the air with a muffled groan, striking precisely at the junction of the wooden dummy's shoulder and arm.
"Click!"
A crisp cracking sound exploded in the deathly silent backyard.
It wasn't the dull thud of wood, but the sharp crack of some internal structure being violently torn apart!
Instead of splintering as usual, a deep purple energy crack suddenly exploded on the surface of the pile, spreading more than three inches like a spider web.
A dark red light emanated from the depths of the crack, pulsating slightly as if it were alive.
[Shattering effect triggered!]
[The target continues to bleed]
[Training Dummy Durability -15! Current Durability: 5/100]
"hiss……"
Lu Qingfeng gasped and quickly sheathed his sword.
The pulsating energy crack on the surface of the wooden dummy is frantically devouring the life force of the dummy.
The faint light of self-repair struggled and flickered, but the repair speed was forcibly suppressed.
"This isn't just blood...!"
He wiped away the non-existent bloodstains from the spine of the sword, his fingertips still bearing the eerie tearing sensation of the strike.
The 40% strength boost from Tyranny Lv4 is no longer noticeable during the weakened period.
But the qualitative change of [Shattering] made his heart burn – this was not an ordinary armor-piercing attack at all, but a rift that solidified power into a tangible form, specifically designed to destroy the foundation of all defenses.
He stared at the slowly healing cracks on the wooden dummy, and a thought slithered into his mind like a venomous snake.