Chapter 105 - 100: Victory!

Chapter 105: Chapter 100: Victory!

"DING! Greetings, esteemed Inheritor. Given your unparalleled combat prowess, you made the Yin Demon Army suffer greatly. Alas, the Yin Demons were treacherous, leading to your regrettable fall. It is truly detestable.

"With your exit, the Yin Demons’ greatest threat has been eliminated. Now acting without restraint, they are about to slaughter the Ten Thousand Races, plunging the world’s living beings into misery and placing the world in imminent peril. Upon learning of this, Qing was struck with boundless grief.

"Legend has it that the Abyssal Dragon Pool holds Immortal Elixirs and Spirit Medicines capable of bringing the dead back to life. Qing resolved to brave the abyss alone. After enduring untold hardships, she has returned with an Immortal Elixir and Spirit Medicine, ready to resurrect the mighty you.

"The hope of saving the world rests entirely on your shoulders. Now, you only need to pay one Spirit Stone to receive the Immortal Pill and resurrect."

In the real world, this message appeared on the Login Jade Token, accompanied by Qing’s enticing, encouraging little gesture to top up. It gave people an irresistible urge to pay.

Every main quest was accompanied by a thrilling (and completely fabricated) storyline. All this talk about being the sole inheritor or the savior... it was best just to listen and not take it seriously.

[Option 1: Resurrect. Top up one Spirit Stone to save the world.]

[Option 2: Ignore. Hide like a coward.]

It was just one Spirit Stone. Many cultivators who had been waiting a long time outside to resurrect topped up without hesitation.

Currently, Su Tan did not have enough energy to open a free login channel for commoners, so the players were basically all wealthy tycoons. Although the Spirit Stones required to log into the game were much fewer than those needed for other areas of the Void God Realm, it was still an expense only the rich could afford. These tycoons did not care about a single Spirit Stone, because once they entered the game, they could earn far more than that. The damage rankings, kill rankings, and so on offered rich rewards. What they lacked was not Spirit Stones, but cooldown time, so they were naturally happy to pay.

The wealthy players had long since submitted countless suggestions to Su Tan for a pay-to-resurrect feature, but he had continuously held off on agreeing. Why? Reconstructing a Spirit Body in the Void God Realm required energy, and the players’ few Spirit Stones were far from enough. Su Tan was also short on energy and could not possibly subsidize the cost himself. Making the players bear the full cost would be too expensive for them to afford. To prevent them from being deterred, Su Tan had no choice but to shelve the idea of a pay-to-resurrect feature for the time being.

"Top-up successful... Congratulations on your resurrection!"

"Top-up successful... Congratulations on your resurrection!"

"Top-up successful... Congratulations on your resurrection!"

Soon, the fallen members of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance began to resurrect in an endless stream and headed off to reinforce the Stag Plain battlefield.

Of course, there were also some who felt that this method of coaxing people into spending was incredibly disgusting. They thought, "You want me to top up? Heh... I absolutely refuse."

Such people only made up a very small fraction. Su Tan never expected everyone to uniformly top up. People had their own subjective consciousness, and it was impossible for them all to make the same decision like robots. If they didn’t top up, so be it. As long as the majority paid, it was fine. Su Tan’s energy reserves were not exactly abundant, so he could not afford to help them resurrect for free.

"Welcome back to the Marching Battlefield! Esteemed Inheritors, are you ready to fight once more?" The old man’s figure appeared in the dark clouds again. "To welcome the return of the Inheritors and to commend everyone for your combat performance in your previous lives, the officials of Divine War Game 1.0 have decided to activate a hidden bonus.

"The ’kill monsters, drop loot’ series.

"By slaying a Yin Demon, regardless of their strength, you will have a chance to obtain Cultivation Techniques, Martial Techniques, Pill Formulas, and the like. Their quality will range from the Body Refinement realm to the King Level realm. There are only two thousand copies available, and the event will end once they are all dropped. Inheritors, please head to the battlefield, slaughter the Yin Demons, and claim your rewards," the old man announced.

Two thousand copies? The chances were huge! It seemed this truly was a bonus event. The officials of Divine War Game 1.0 were simply too generous. They were giving away Cultivation and Martial Techniques just like that. So generous? It was much more incredible than Secret Realms and the like in the real world.

Upon hearing the announcement, the Ten Thousand Races Cultivators were once again filled with anticipation and rushed to reinforce the Stag Plain. As the saying goes, a drum’s first beat rouses the spirit, the second weakens it, and the third exhausts it completely. Originally, upon logging in for the second time, they had lost the momentum of their initial charge, but Su Tan’s promised rewards injected them with a fresh dose of adrenaline.

Where did the Cultivation Techniques come from? Within the Void God Realm, Su Tan was now the administrator. It was extremely easy for him to acquire Cultivation Techniques, and he could use his privileges to block notifications about his own acquisitions, preventing any server-wide announcements.

On the Stag Plain.

"ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!"

The Yin Demons’ morale surged as they advanced steadily. The number of Alliance cultivators had drastically decreased, and they were utterly helpless against the Yin Demons’ military formations. They could only retreat in defeat, step by step.

"Hahaha! Warriors of the Holy Race, the Ten Thousand Races Alliance is on its last legs! Let us push a little harder and send them to hell to drink tea!" the General of the Yin Demons howled.

"ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!"

The Yin Demon Army was Unstoppable. They crushed forward. Seeing that they couldn’t hold on and were about to be completely steamrolled, voices echoed out.

"Brothers! Don’t be afraid! We have come to aid you in battle!"

CLACK CLACK CLACK.

Just as the Yin Demon Army thought they could annihilate the Ten Thousand Races Alliance in one fell swoop, the chaotic sound of footsteps rang out from the rear of the Alliance. It was a dense, teeming mass. Humans, Demon Beasts, Spirit Monsters, and more... Reinforcements had arrived.

The despairing players of the Ten Thousand Races were pleasantly surprised. It was as if they had caught a lifesaving straw. They were moved and relieved.

"Brothers, you came just in time. Good brothers."

"Good brothers, don’t fear, we are here."

"We’ve been waiting a long time for you, good brothers."

"We are all good brothers."

When things went smoothly, they were all good brothers. When on the same front line, they were good brothers, but when fighting for resources or engaging in team battles, they would all "greet" each other’s families, and sometimes even dig up the other’s ancestors for eighteen generations to pay their "respects."

The Yin Demon Army, however, was struck with confusion.

"There are still reinforcements?"

"But... so what if they have reinforcements? The warriors of the Holy Race are invincible, and the Ten Thousand Races Alliance is nothing but weeds. Let us crush them and completely shatter their faith!" the General of the Yin Demons shouted.

"ROAR!"

On the human side.

"Brothers, don’t fight me for this new gear-dropping quest. I suspect the officials are making false claims, so let me scout the way first and see if the bonus is real or fake," one cultivator said.

"Scout my ass! How long have we been waiting here? You idiot, you want to jump the queue the moment you arrive? Have you no shame?"

"No matter how you queue, it won’t be the turn of you latecomers!"

Just a moment ago, they had been "good brothers," chatting and laughing merrily. But the second personal interests were involved, well... they immediately started spitting profanities.

"Heh...

"What’s the use of just talking? You have to act! The Cultivation and Martial Techniques are right in front of us. Finders keepers!" someone declared, taking the lead and charging forward.

Seeing his actions, the others also charged after him. Just as he said, they weren’t going into battle; they were going to pick up loot. If they died, they could resurrect, but if the loot was picked up by someone else, it would truly be gone.

With the number of cultivators massively replenished, they were now roughly evenly matched with the Yin Demons. With numbers came courage, and with courage came high morale.

RUMBLE!

The two sides clashed once more in the fiercest of battles. This time, it was even more intense than the first. Because this time, killing a Yin Demon meant immediate loot drops, and desire had a way of igniting human potential. Their potential was thoroughly unleashed.

"DING! Congratulations to Liu Rushi for slaying a Yin Demon Commander and obtaining a Grandmaster-level Martial Technique, [Baji Fist]."

"DING! Congratulations to Li Mubai for slaying a Yin Demon soldier and obtaining a Body Refining Technique, [Toad Body Refinement]."

The Fat Monk was in charge of data transmission, randomly sending the data of various Cultivation Techniques to players using special effects that only players could see. To the players, it genuinely looked as though killing the Yin Demons was causing loot to drop from their bodies. The series of messages on the public chat drove everyone crazy.

In the outside world, especially in remote areas, how precious was a single Cultivation Technique? Even with money, one might not be able to buy it. Now, there was a chance to get them just by killing characters in a game. How could that not drive people mad?

At the rear of the battlefield, the cultivators who couldn’t squeeze to the front to kill enemies grew anxious upon hearing the announcements, wishing they could immediately charge into the Yin Demon Army. They continuously pushed forward.

"Let me to the front! Let me up there, good brothers! Let me tank the damage for you, you just attack from the back!"

"In your dreams!"

"I’ll tank it myself, and I’ll deal the damage myself... We don’t need you!"

One by one, they scrambled over each other to pounce on the Yin Demons. The fanaticism in the cultivators’ eyes left the Yin Demons trembling in fear. It was even more terrifying than the first time. The offensive was fiercer. Even the Yin Demons’ military formations were tottering on the brink of collapse. It was like a pack of demons... pouncing upon helpless lambs.

"Hold steady... Hold steady! If we withstand this wave of attacks, victory will be ours! The Ten Thousand Races Alliance lacks sustained combat ability, so hold your ground!" The Yin Demons were feeling an unprecedented amount of pressure. They couldn’t see the special effects created by the Monk, nor did they know the benefits the cultivators were reaping. All they saw before them was a horde of deranged "monsters" trying to eat them alive...

They were monsters! Everyone called the Holy Race monsters, but right now, it seemed this group were the real monsters. They simply couldn’t understand why the Ten Thousand Races Alliance was so ferocious and fearless.

The Ten Thousand Races Alliance and the Yin Demons both pushed their will to fight to the absolute peak. The cruelest of battles thus commenced.

Although the Ten Thousand Races Cultivators lacked coordination and their numbers couldn’t compare to the Yin Demon Army, they could resurrect. And for the sake of rewards, they were willing to lay their lives on the line.

This battle... lasted for a full day and night.

SQUELCH SQUELCH.

Finally, under the ferocious onslaught of the Ten Thousand Races, the Yin Demon Army began to crumble bit by bit. Once the army collapsed, the small-scale group combat that the Ten Thousand Races excelled at began to show its effectiveness.

A towering Yin Demon wielding a Bone Spear slaughtered his way through the Ten Thousand Races Cultivators, completely Unstoppable.

BOOM!

Until a massive iron hammer swung in front of him. It knocked the Yin Demon back several meters.

The towering Yin Demon was startled. This hammer... looked somewhat familiar. Shifting his gaze, he looked at the face of the hammer’s owner. Then, he cried out in shock, his eyes filled entirely with fear...

"You... You... You... It’s you... It’s you... Didn’t you die? Didn’t I impale you to death?" the towering Yin Demon pointed at Liu Rushi, speaking in absolute terror. It was as if he had seen a ghost.

"This Inheritor is immortal and indestructible. How could the likes of you possibly fathom that?"

SWISH.

Liu Rushi pulled the hammer back into his hands, bringing with it a spray of blood and bone. He looked proudly at the towering Yin Demon.

"Impossible... Impossible..." The Yin Demon shook his head. "How could you possibly resurrect?"

"Heh... Nothing is impossible. I once said I would return to take my revenge personally. Now, die!" Overflowing with murderous intent, Liu Rushi raised his hammer and attacked.

CRASH!

Every strike felt as heavy as Mount Tai bearing down.

RUMBLE...

After a prolonged fight, the towering Yin Demon was blasted apart by a single swing of Liu Rushi’s hammer.

The war had also entered its final stages. Only the General of the Yin Demons remained alive.

"DING... A new quest has been triggered: Hunt down the General of the Yin Demons. The damage rankings, damage taken rankings, and others will all yield generous rewards!" The NPC old man issued another quest.

Two hundred thousand Yin Demons had perished. No matter how strong the General of the Yin Demons was, he could not withstand the siege of one hundred thousand cultivators. After two hours of fierce fighting, they finally ground the General of the Yin Demons to death.

With that, the Yin Demon Army was completely wiped out!

The event had ended. The players celebrated their great victory.

Inside the Divine Mansion, the Fat Monk, who had witnessed the destruction of the Yin Demon Army with his own eyes, spoke excitedly to Su Tan, "T-too strong... That’s amazing... Your method was simply brilliant! Not only did the Ten Thousand Races Alliance’s morale not drop, but it kept rising time and time again. Incredible!"

He never imagined that an army of two hundred thousand could be completely toyed to death by Su Tan just like that. "How did you know... that the Ten Thousand Races Cultivators wouldn’t give up their attack? How did you know they would stay up all night just to fight the Yin Demons?"

"Phew." With the war finally won, Su Tan let out a heavy sigh of relief. "It’s no big deal," he said.

In his previous life on Earth, whenever a popular game held an event, it was common to see players staying up all night to grind dungeons. Similarly, applying Earth’s gaming model here worked just as well.