"The Mysterious Merchant is truly kind; he even provided us with information, knowing we were hunting the Spectre General."
Chojuro, honest and simple, pushed up his glasses, expressing great gratitude to the Mysterious Merchant who had only appeared once when the Reincarnation Game first launched.
Mei Terumi's expression was gentle, and she smiled as she glanced at Chojuro.
Though she smiled, there was no mirth in her eyes.
Chojuro couldn't help but shiver.
"That damned Mysterious Merchant!"
Even with Mei Terumi's composure, she couldn't help but grit her teeth, cursing him inwardly.
Her mind worked quickly, and she immediately understood the current situation.
If the Decapitation Squad couldn't deal with the Spectre General in a short amount of time, they would face an influx of hostile players.
"Everyone, do not be stingy with your reward points. After we hunt down the Spectre General, the Hidden Mist Village will compensate everyone."
"Chojuro, buy the [Attribute Stimulant Potion] from the Store. It boosts all attributes by 6 points for five minutes."
"Understood!"
Chojuro belatedly opened the Game Merchant's Store, and upon seeing the price, he was stunned, exclaiming, "Mizukage-sama, one bottle costs eight hundred reward points! This is too…"
"Stop talking nonsense, the Spectre General is about to appear."
"Decapitation Squad, upon death, immediately revive on the spot. Abandon evasive maneuvers and focus on dealing maximum damage to ensure the target is killed in the shortest possible time!"
Mei Terumi's face was stern, and her heart ached with pain.
This operation to hunt the Spectre General, conservatively estimated, would consume the Hidden Mist Village's entire mission rewards for four months.
If she could meet the Game Merchant in reality, she would definitely take a big bite out of him.
A bite using Lava Release.
Whoosh.
The massive gate slowly opened a crack.
A surging, powerful spectre aura, condensed into thick mist, rushed out, instantly covering the entire castle hall.
A spectre, four meters tall and resembling a dark iron tower, emerged from within.
Its medieval armor, dark as ink, lacked the ethereal quality of ordinary spectres. The spectre aura was solidified, as if it were real flesh and blood, and its hands alone were the size of millstones.
A serrated, extremely heavy blood-colored Claymore was clutched in the Spectre General's hand, making him look like a bloodthirsty executioner.
A subtle sense of oppression tightened everyone's hearts.
Attention!
Following Mei Terumi's silent gesture, everyone used their stealth items to conceal all their presence.
"Was Gravva killed?"
The Spectre General's face had no skin; it was skull-like, with bloody fascia and chunks of flesh on the bone surface, constantly wriggling as he spoke.
Drops of dark grey spectre aura, like dripping blood, hung from his chin.
Then they turned to ash in the air.
His mere appearance was enough to make many timid players freeze in terror.
However,
The Decapitation Squad consisted of elite players, who were also ninjas who lived by the sword in reality. Although they frowned, they were not intimidated by the Spectre General.
Sizzle… sizzle… sizzle…
The sound of a trap being triggered.
The Spectre General frowned tightly. Sensing something was amiss, he bent his legs and suddenly leaped up.
His seemingly heavy and massive body was surprisingly agile.
However, even in mid-air, there were pre-arranged traps.
Boom!
Flame nozzles secretly installed on the castle walls sprayed thick, fiery serpents. The flames raged, and the scorching temperature warped the air.
The Spectre General in mid-air clumsily twisted his body, barely managing to block the blood-colored greatsword in front of him.
Poison Lightning Detonation!
The purplish-black poisonous mist exploded, instantly merging with the mist condensed from the spectre aura.
Sizzle… crackle…
The Spectre General's armor was corroded, becoming soft like bread. The blood-colored greatsword was scorched hot by the intense flames, almost impossible to hold.
Spike Landmine.
Puff, puff, puff.
Countless sharp, needle-like spikes pierced the Spectre General's entire body, making him look like a porcupine.
Trap devices were triggered one after another, and the center of the entire hall became like a land of death.
"Damn it!"
A hoarse voice emerged from the poisonous mist and flame explosion.
The castle hall walls collapsed, the ground caved in, and it was riddled with holes.
Smoke and mist filled the air, obscuring visibility.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the trap attacks to end.
Suddenly,
A thick arm broke through the smoke, gripping the neck of a player who had exposed himself due to rapid breathing from nervousness, like pinching a wildly wriggling loach.
Crack.
As the ragged Spectre General curled his five fingers, the player's head was crushed.
The Level 8 Secret Master possessed a Level 3 protective secret art, Barrier.
Even if a warrior of the same level got close, they would first have to break through the barrier before they could attack the body within it.
Yet, he was easily killed by the Spectre General.
"What's going on? The intel said the Spectre General was a warrior. How can he be this fast?"
Since they were exposed, there was no longer any need for the others to hide. An elite player closest to him cried out in alarm.
He gripped his twin axes, his body surging with vital energy, and charged towards the Spectre General.
A flurry of axe shadows flashed.
The Spectre General was wounded by the traps, his armor in tatters, and even the flesh beneath was scorched black.
His chest was even pierced by a huge javelin shot from a trap, creating a gaping wound.
For an ordinary spectre, he would have long since been annihilated.
But for the Spectre General, it seemed like only minor injuries.
Thwack.
The Level 5 green weapon, Twin Shadow Axes, collided with the massive Malice Blade.
The next second,
The elite player only felt his arms twist backward, his hands losing all sensation, bruised and bloody from the impact.
The Twin Shadow Axes spun away, embedding themselves in the wall.
Upon being attacked, the Spectre General entered a hostile state.
A thick golden frame appeared, with a spectre skull emblem at the top. Inside the frame, viscous grey liquid sloshed.
At the end, due to the trap damage, the grey liquid had decreased.
[Spectre General], 3800 / 5000 HP.
Shock.
Even Mei Terumi couldn't help but take two steps back.
"That much HP, isn't that too unfair?"
Putting everything else aside, his terrifying HP alone was enough to make one despair.
An ordinary player's HP is related to their Physique attribute; every 1 point of Physique increases HP by 10 points.
Even high-Physique classes like Knights and Shield Soldiers currently generally have only 15 points of Physique. With equipment bonuses, they can barely reach 25 points of Physique, which is around 300 HP.
"Such a vast disparity, is it a skill or a talent?"
Mei Terumi pondered internally, while simultaneously waving her staff, showering elemental fire.
She had already grasped a hint of the Reincarnation Game's rules.
There is no power without reason; as long as there are enough reward points, players can buy anything they desire.
The Spectre General's HP reaching 5000 points must be due to special items, or skills, or even bloodline bonuses.
There was a player in the Mist Hidden Alliance who, by sheer luck, got an item called [Inferior Gargoyle Power] from a Gargoyle.
Using it could change one's bloodline, granting the power of a Gargoyle and increasing HP by 500 points.
Mei Terumi's heart pounded.
She had long realized the drawback of being a Fire Mage: low Physique and insufficient HP. If ambushed by an assassin-type class, it was easy to be instantly killed.
If she could get an item that increased HP from the Spectre General, she could make up for her last weakness.
At that time, the Mist Hidden Alliance would dominate the game world.
It was only a matter of time.
"No one retreat! The Hidden Mist Village will cover all reward points for reviving on the spot, and damaged weapons and equipment will also be compensated. Everyone has only one mission: clear the HP bar above the Spectre General's head!"
Mei Terumi's slender, beautiful legs bent slightly, revealing perfectly sculpted muscle lines.
With a light leap, she landed on a high wall sconce in the castle.
Her staff swept continuously, and bursts of scorching elemental energy exploded, blasting towards the Spectre General.
Chojuro cried out, on the verge of tears, "Mizukage-sama, if you say things like that, the Hidden Mist Village will go bankrupt!"
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