The Night Stalker’s sudden attack during the day caused all the players to be greatly alarmed. In their haste, they had forgotten their previous powerful resistance and were now left in a state of panic and confusion, screaming and running towards the castle gate.
The players inside the castle were also in a state of panic. They opened the door just enough to let people through and shouted loudly for the remaining ten or so players outside to hurry back, but no one was willing to go outside and confront The Night Stalker to save them.
One female player inside the castle seemed to be in a romantic relationship with a male player outside. She saw The Night Stalker swiftly killing two people outside the castle, and it seemed that with each kill, its speed increased.
In her anxiety, she turned to look at Song Kefeng and Mo Yang, pleading, “Please, go out and save everyone! Yesterday, you resisted The Night Stalker’s attacks and even injured it. Now, the ten or so players outside are in danger, and you are so powerful, so please go and save them!”
However, Mo Yang and the others, including Song Kefeng, remained unmoved.
This female player was instantly angered by their attitude, and her face turned very ugly. “How can you be so cold-blooded and selfish?! You clearly have the ability to save them, so why are you indifferent?!”
Zhou Api couldn’t stand this and was about to scold her, but Mo Yang grabbed him and looked at the female player.
“When I came back earlier, I already warned them not to stay outside for more than an hour. But now, the people who haven’t run into the castle are the ones who didn’t listen to my advice. Since they didn’t listen, why should I go and save them? Even if I save them this time, who knows when they will go looking for trouble again?”
“And, you need to understand. We have no relationship with them, so why should I take such a huge risk to save a stranger? I’m not a saint.”
Mo Yang then pointed at Song Kefeng. “You can ask him.”
Song Kefeng’s face turned cold, and at this moment, he was carefully observing The Night Stalker’s movements. When he heard Mo Yang’s mocking tone, Song Kefeng didn’t feel a shred of shame for a police officer not saving people.
“Dying here only means a game failure, not real death.” This one reason was enough for him to make a calm decision that would benefit his own level up.
If this situation happened in the real world, he would rush out without hesitation. But now, just like what the cunning black dog Mo Yang said, those players were greedy and brought trouble upon themselves. He didn’t need to save such people and fail his own mission.
He didn’t care about his own life, but he cared about whether his existence could pose enough threat to the Dream World. He had more important things to do.
Mo Yang looked at Song Kefeng, who simply responded with a nod. This old dog was indeed cunning and crafty. An old police dog in the police force.
The female player wanted to say something again, but Qi Hong’s words shut her up, “If you’re willing, you can take the Smell Special Product and rush out to save them. We won’t stop you.”
The female player bit her lip. Her overall strength was mediocre, how could she go out?
Mo Yang glanced at her and yelled outside, “Recite a poem! Then crush the fruit in your hand and throw it at him!”
The players outside heard Mo Yang’s shout and hurriedly started reciting poems. Successfully nauseated by The Night Stalker, it slowed down for a moment. The remaining seven players accelerated towards the castle gate, but what made Mo Yang sneer was that among the seven players, only one was willing to crush the Winter Berry fruit and throw it at The Night Stalker. The other six players didn’t want to throw the fruit at all.
Moreover, because the player who threw the fruit slowed down, when the other six players were about to reach the castle gate, he was still a considerable distance away. Seeing The Night Stalker about to pounce, that player simply crushed all the Winter Berry fruits in his hand and splashed himself with the juice.
When The Night Stalker saw his hands full of juice and heard him reciting a poem, it only glanced at him before leaping with astonishing speed, with the sword in its hand swinging and harvesting the heads of the other six players one after another.
Several female players at the castle gate let out high-pitched screams.
The Night Stalker caught its sword again, ignoring the people inside the castle, and looked at the one survivor.
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The survivor, Yang Qiao, was about to go crazy. The Night Stalker could kill from a distance, how could he still survive?
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Then, swish, swish, swish, more than ten or twenty Winter Berries flew towards The Night Stalker. This fruit proved to be a penetrative weapon against The Night Stalker. It could withstand one or two, but with so many, it became difficult.
So The Night Stalker had to rely on its swift movements to dodge. Taking advantage of this, Yang Qiao yelled and rushed towards the castle gate. With the cover of the fruit attacks, he finally entered the castle.
Mo Yang and the others stopped throwing fruits.
The Night Stalker looked around at the ground covered with Winter Berries, its expression extremely cold.
These people had successively found its weaknesses. No matter what, they must not discover the weapon that would instantly kill him. Tonight, he was determined to kill them all. Even if there were no players left for a few days, he must eliminate them quickly.
So, The Night Stalker stood outside the castle and faced the players inside. Finally, it slowly opened its mouth, made a throat-slitting gesture with its hand, and then turned and disappeared in a few steps.
The players inside the castle looked at each other and then turned to look outside. The bodies and blood of the players outside were particularly striking against the icy snow, finally sobering up their minds after an exciting night.
Successfully defending against The Night Stalker for two consecutive nights made them unconsciously relax their guard and lower their vigilance. However, as long as they were inside this castle, they could never truly be safe.
“I strongly agree that tonight will be the final battle with The Night Stalker. I must crush that garbage pervert!” A tall male player said and then left. Afterwards, other players, filled with anger and intolerance, turned back as well.
When most people had left, Mo Yang thought for a moment and took Zhou Api, Qi Fu, and Qi Hong to pick up the fruits. Even if the fruits had broken, their effects were still there, so they could be useful. Moreover, they could squeeze out the juice to use inside of water guns. Throwing away these fruits was a waste of time and materials.
Wan Mei thought of it very straightforwardly.
Then he took out three large syringes from his backpack and started modifying them.
His actions were as natural as if he were holding something other than syringes, such that he didn’t think it was strange to take syringes out of his backpack for a long time.
Mo Yang refused to think about what these syringes were originally used for. Anyway, he was very satisfied when Doctor Wan Mei turned the syringes into a continuous juice squirting gun. Then he went to the kitchen to find the kitchen lady and extract the juice from the Winter Berries.
The afternoon passed quickly. Mo Yang wandered around in the martial arts gym.
According to Ou Qiming, all the weapons in the martial arts gym had been touched by the players, even the shelves where the weapons were placed had been touched, but they still hadn’t found the special props in the martial arts gym.
The gym was quite spacious, with a solid wooden floor, and there were weapon racks on all four sides of the gym, making it look very neat. There was nothing special about it.
Mo Yang carefully searched the martial arts gym again, confirming that all four walls of the room were solid with no hidden compartments or secret rooms.
Finally, he could only lie down in the center of the gym floor, looking up and thinking.
Then he saw the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.
Each part of it looked sharp and menacing, hanging from the ceiling with the spearhead facing down, looking particularly dangerous.
Mo Yang: “…” Suddenly had an ominous premonition?!
Instinctively, he got up around and jumped backward. The chandelier that he was looking up at swayed and then directly pierced down, making a dull sound as it created a deep hole in the wooden floor where Mo Yang had just been laying.
Mo Yang: “…” He smirked, thinking of a particularly heart-wrenching possibility, and reached out to grab the dimly lit spear-shaped chandelier. Then, the system’s notification sound rang out teasingly.
[Hey, not bad! You’ve found it? Congratulations, you’ve discovered the Spear of Oblivion. As long as you stab The Night Stalker’s heart with this Spear, it’s doomed to die!]
Mo Yang chuckled twice. He finally understood why so many people, including the almost-lucky Ou Qiming, hadn’t found this item. It was strange that he found it! Well, his luck… its extreme, right? Or was it because he was truly lucky? Forget it, he found it, and that’s what mattered. The chandelier fell on its own, he didn’t make it fall. It should be no problem to take it away.
In the evening, the remaining fifty-one players gathered in the hall.
Everyone couldn’t help but be stunned when they saw Mo Yang holding the glowing spear chandelier. They wondered if this guy had a hole in his brain to choose such a weapon. The next moment, they heard Mo Yang say that it was the weapon that could completely kill The Night Stalker. They were all shocked.
Ou Qiming was even more incredulous as he stared at the glowing chandelier. After a while, he managed to say, “This can actually work.”
Honestly, he unknowingly looked up at the ceiling several times, but he was focused on the ceiling and didn’t notice the decorative spear chandelier. He had so many chances to try it out, but he was just one step away from trying it.
But even he couldn’t find this weapon. How did this person discover it? Could it be that he was the true intuitive lucky player?!
Mo Yang didn’t say anything. Of course, he couldn’t tell them that he almost got impaled to discover the spear.
At this point, all the props were unexpectedly gathered. The players looked at each other, their morale soaring! At this moment, each of the fifty-one players held a bag of smelly items, replaced the papers with the copied poem with Winter Berries in their hands, and had memorized the first half of “I Love the World” poetry collection.
They definitely had enough confidence to face The Night Stalker head-on! Not to mention, they also had the spear, the little chicken painting, and the powerful high-level players.
They were sure they could pass this challenge!
Meanwhile, The Night Stalker was putting on a face cover, plugging its ears and nostrils. It wore two layers of clothes, anticipating that the Winter Berry juice in the players’ hands might splash on it and cause injuries.
The Night Stalker focused on sharpening its curved blade, determined to kill everyone tonight, even the person it found quite pleasing.
Blizzards mixed with the howling night wind made the quiet castle hall even more solemn. When the clock struck nine in the evening, everyone nervously checked their equipment. However, one hour passed, and The Night Stalker hadn’t arrived.
At exactly ten o’clock, someone needed to go to the restroom.
Everyone collectively advised him to hold it.
By half past ten, the player who needed to pee said he couldn’t hold it anymore.
Just as everyone hesitated to let him go, a dark figure suddenly broke through the window and entered. It stealthily passed through the front line of Mo Yang, Song Kefeng, Qi Hong, and Liu Tong, intending to kill the weaker players first to disrupt their formation before dealing with the tougher ones.
However, as it was about to raise its blade for the attack, a liquid with a peculiar smell gushed out fiercely from the intended target. The smell rushed directly in front of The Night Stalker’s face.
The Night Stalker’s eyes widened in disbelief as it stared at the man who had just wet his pants. He was utterly dumbfounded.
Then, a neatly recited poem version 2.0, louder than yesterday’s and audible even with The Night Stalker’s plugged ears, started playing. The Night Stalker was utterly annoyed. It couldn’t bring itself to attack the guy who wet his pants; it was too ridiculous!
While lost in thought, Mo Yang’s Tang knife and Song Kefeng’s weapon struck in an instant.
The Night Stalker furiously engaged in a battle with Mo Yang and his three companions.
Just as The Night Stalker’s curved blade was about to cut Liu Tong’s neck, suddenly a loud voice rang out: “Night Stalker, look up at me!!”
The Night Stalker subconsciously looked up and saw the densely packed chicks painting. It instantly gave him goosebumps and couldn’t help but roar, “Get lost!!”
Seeing The Night Stalker’s strong reaction to the picture, Zhou Api and Qi Fu were delighted and immediately surrounded The Night Stalker, shouting all kinds of things.
“Night Stalker, look at me quickly!”
“I’m here, and I love you!”
“Ah ah ah, Night Stalker, look at me with just one glance, ah ah ah!”
These attacks on The Night Stalker’s senses—scent, sound, and visual—greatly reduced his lethality. Mo Yang, Song Kefeng, and Qi Hong took the opportunity to take out their syringe-like Winter Berry juice guns from their waists and sprayed The Night Stalker’s face, neck, and head!
Ordinarily, with The Night Stalker’s speed, not even a water gun would harm it, let alone Winter Berry juice from these shameless humans!
When the 100% natural and acidic Winter Berry juice hit The Night Stalker, it immediately let out a cry of pain. It felt like it was not juice but concentrated sulfuric acid.
“Quick! While he’s weakened!”
Everyone awaited Mo Yang’s final strike with the Spear of Oblivion! Even as The Night Stalker evaded and tried to escape, it remained extremely cautious of Mo Yang. However, Mo Yang simply took out the electrically charged spear very slowly and didn’t make a move. Wan Mei, who had been waiting right under the castle window, took out the dissecting scalpel he hadn’t used in a long time and stabbed it into The Night Stalker’s neck.
[Ding! Special skill of the Dissecting Scalpel: Experiencer’s Tremor. The Night Stalker is unable to resist for five minutes.]
Until The Night Stalker fell to the ground motionless, it couldn’t understand how a player could be waiting for it on its escape route without being detected.
Thirty minutes later, amidst the horrified gazes of the players, Wan Mei wiped his little knife with satisfaction. Then, Mo Yang quickly gave the already desperate Night Stalker a merciful death.
The system’s voice sounded, a bit sore.
[Congratulations to the remaining fifty-one players for successfully clearing the level. Game rating calculation in progress.]
The players were initially excited, but as they were about to cheer loudly and celebrate, the Great Demon Wan Mei suddenly coughed, and everyone froze, afraid to make a sound.
Mo Yang looked at his boyfriend, “What’s wrong?”
The Great Demon Wan Mei, “Huh? Nothing, maybe my voice is getting hoarse? It’s quite cold here, after all.”
!!! Oh my god, could the big demon king’s voice really get hoarse? But never mind that, they had really united as one and defeated The Night Stalker, clearing this second-level, most difficult Battle Royale dungeon, aah!
After a moment, the castle resounded with everyone’s cheers. Their nightmare, The Night Stalker, had finally ended.
Wow, it was unexpected, ahahah
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I have a bad premonition about this cough 🙂