Translator: AnubisTL
It was over.
When the Giant Super Annihilation Bomb slammed into the insect race player camp, the world fell silent.
Amidst the deafening explosion, an absolute stillness descended, akin to the eerie quiet one might experience when surrounded by the incessant drone of cicadas and the droning lecture in a midday classroom—a strange tranquility born from overwhelming chaos.
All insect race players, save for two lucky survivors, were annihilated.
The battle, lasting less than two minutes, concluded without either side needing to gather significant soil resources or even construct many arrow towers.
Everything happened with dizzying speed, like a rushed one-night stand that ended in mere seconds, leaving the remaining time, meant for lingering intimacy, to be spent in awkward silence amidst the smoke, staring at each other with wide-eyed bewilderment.
"..."
The middle-aged man standing beside Chen Jiang gazed in stunned disbelief at the distant ruins, the notification ringing in his ears. He remained frozen, unable to process what had just transpired.
Half a million insect race players... just gone?
This... this... is this power that a human can possess?
Didn't we all come to the Ten Thousand Races Arena together? How can the gap between us be so vast? Is this even fair?
The surrounding human players, equally stunned, stopped swinging their pickaxes. Their efforts were now meaningless; the war was already over.
Yes, the war had ended just as it began. They hadn't even glimpsed the enemy before it was over.
Everything had happened so abruptly, it felt surreal.
The shockwave, rolling like a sandstorm-churned sea, traveled over ten thousand meters before striking the human players. Beyond a slight stinging sensation, like standing in the middle of a sandstorm, it caused no further harm.
Many human players twisted their bodies with difficulty to glance at Chen Jiang, who stood at the center of the crowd. Though they knew Chen Jiang was the human race's strongest warrior, his name constantly echoing in global announcements, they had never imagined his power could be so utterly overwhelming.
They never imagined Chen Jiang's strength could reach such an absurd level!
Although the sheer number of players made it impossible for most to clearly see Chen Jiang's face, this didn't stop them from craning their necks to gaze in his direction. Some flew into the air, while others constructed Arrow Towers.
Many wanted to catch a glimpse of Chen Jiang, the strongest human player.
Most had only heard his name, never seen him in person.
Just then—
A familiar mechanical voice echoed in everyone's ears.
[Battlefield No. 098: War concluded. Human players victorious. Time elapsed: 1 minute 57 seconds!]
[Human players on Battlefield No. 098, please make your choice: either support other battlefields with fellow race players or withdraw from Battlefield No. 098 and exit the event.]
Hearing the announcement, Chen Jiang raised an eyebrow and casually pulled an area speaker from his pocket.
[Area Speaker!]
[Human Player Chen Jiang: "I'm going to support the other human players. You guys can withdraw—no need to complicate things."]
Without hesitation, he immediately chose to provide support.
A white light gate materialized in the air.
Chen Jiang, leaning on his cane with a calm expression, strode confidently through the gate, stepping on roses. Scar Dog and the others followed closely behind.
In the blink of an eye, Chen Jiang and his group vanished from the battlefield.
The remaining human players exchanged bewildered glances. Truth be told, they had wanted to reinforce the other human players' battlefields.
After all, they numbered nearly three hundred thousand!
Such a massive force flooding a single battlefield could instantly turn the tide, overwhelming the alien race players with sheer numbers.
But now... it seemed their support wasn't needed after all.
With Chen Jiang's power, their presence seemed meaningless. In fact, their numbers might even hinder him, restricting his movements. One blast from his cannon and the enemies would vanish.
As they hesitated, another area speaker blared across the sky.
[Area Speaker!]
"Human Player Li Chun: 'Forget about it, everyone. Let's scatter and go home. It's not our turn to help. Just watch Brother Jiang put on a show. Let's go home and eat dumplings!'"
Chen Jiang and his group passed through the white light gate and quickly arrived at a new battlefield. Its specific serial number was unknown, as was the race of the opposing players.
The battle had been raging for just over two minutes.
Activating his Seven-Eyed Mechanical Wing, Chen Jiang soared into the air and quickly pinpointed the approximate location of the enemy players—a dense, dark mass, though their exact race remained unclear.
But that didn't matter. No one bothers to identify the species of an ant before crushing it underfoot.
In the next instant—
A massive turret materialized in the open space beside him. The moment this diagonally angled cannon appeared, it instantly drew the attention of everyone nearby. Shocked expressions filled their faces as they stared at the sudden appearance of the turret!
It was fortunate that Newton had sealed his coffin so tightly. Otherwise, with so many people knocking on his door every day, he would have been exposed long ago.
The first thing they demanded was, "Newton, explain that!"
"Explain your mother," I retorted.
I didn't bother interacting much with the other human players around me.
Chen Jiang merely glanced casually at the Arrow Towers sprouting rapidly like bamboo shoots after a rain, then patted his turret. Immediately, the crimson patterns on the barrel began to pulse with familiar intensity.
This time, he didn't use the Giant Super Annihilation Bomb.
Instead, he unleashed a half-minute barrage of ordinary shells.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
In that instant, the world lost its color. No other sound could be heard, no other sight could be seen.
Only the deafening explosions and the blinding flashes that seemed to devour all light remained.
His turret's firing rate was currently 150,000 rounds per minute.
Each shell measured a staggering 75 meters in diameter.
This meant that in just thirty seconds, he had hurled nearly 70,000 shells—each the size of a small building—onto the alien race players' encampment.
Is this what they call "area denial"? "Saturation bombardment"?
No, no words could truly capture the scene.
If forced to choose a single term, "annihilation" might come closest. Like a cosmic broom, the bombardment swept across the distant alien race players' camp, leaving it utterly razed.
When the explosions ceased, everything had been reduced to dust.
Even defensive rule items couldn't withstand such an onslaught. After all, could they endure one round? Three? Four? Even the sturdiest defensive rule items had their limits.
Moreover, defensive rule items were exceedingly rare. If he barely possessed a few, how many could other players possibly have?
For the alien race players, this might have been a relatively merciful end—at least they were spared any suffering as they departed this world.
During the half-minute of relentless bombardment, all the human players craned their necks, their faces blank with shock as they gazed at the colossal projectiles tearing through the sky—each one beyond description.
Were Titan Players large?
Yes, each one was roughly a meter thick.
A normal human could never be a meter thick.
Well, that cannonball was roughly the diameter of 75 Titan Players. After just one shot, for some reason, a subtle shift began to occur in the minds of the human players.
Before Chen Jiang's rise, all the human players had been focused solely on surviving longer, with no thought given to the future.
But as Chen Jiang repeatedly claimed the top ranking and appeared in global announcements, many human players began to stir. With such a powerful figure among them, it seemed like winning the final race war might not be so difficult after all.
And now, witnessing this absurdly overwhelming firepower, a subconscious thought surged through many of their minds:
With such strength, wouldn't it be reasonable to enslave all the other race players?
The human race was fiercely xenophobic. Among their own kind, many things could be negotiated, but when facing alien races, only two options existed: enslavement or extermination. There were no other choices.
Little did the human race know that the Ten Thousand Races Arena was merely a breeding ground created by the galactic federation to produce items and cultivate innate abilities. Had they known this, these human players would likely have set their sights directly on the vast cosmos.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
When the explosions finally subsided, it was over.
[Battlefield No. 298: War concluded. Human players victorious in 2 minutes and 59 seconds!]
[Human players on Battlefield No. 298, please make your selection: either support other battlefields with fellow race players or withdraw from Battlefield No. 298 and exit the event.]
"Hmm."
Chen Jiang nodded casually and pulled out another area speaker.
[Area Speaker!]
[Human Player Chen Jiang: "Alright, everyone scatter. I'm going to provide support. You all go back to whatever you were doing—head home."]
Without hesitation, he stepped through the white light gate before him, heading to assist other human players.
The remaining human players stared at their hoes, standing in bewildered silence. What now? Was that it? They had braced themselves for a desperate fight, only for it to end so abruptly.
The dazed feeling left them momentarily unsure of what to do.
Simply put, Chen Jiang's tactics were too straightforward and brutal. The war had ended before they could even make a meaningful contribution.
They vaguely remembered that the event was supposed to revolve around building structures and engaging in a war-level struggle against alien race players. How had it devolved into this?
Meanwhile, Chen Jiang paid no attention to the human players' thoughts and had already moved on to the next battlefield.
His approach, however, had its drawbacks.
While he had ensured the survival and safe exit of a large number of human players, it also meant they left the event without gaining any benefits.
Killing alien race players earned Blood War Points, which could be used in the post-event shop to purchase various item rewards.
Although these human players had survived, they hadn't earned a single Blood War Point, which would hinder their future progress.
But the cost of such a power boost was too high. It wasn't worth sacrificing the lives of most players just to elevate a small elite, especially since even that elite wouldn't gain much real power.
It was far better to leave the dungeon alive, as they were doing now, with all the Blood War Points going to him. This way, the human race's overall gains hadn't diminished; in fact, they had increased, though concentrated in a single individual. And most importantly, the majority of human players had survived. A win-win situation!
This event should yield him a massive haul of Blood War Points!
While emptying the entire Blood War Shop might be an exaggeration, claiming half of its inventory should be no problem at all.
Upon arriving at the new battlefield, Chen Jiang wasted no time. With practiced ease, he deployed his turret, unleashing a thirty-second barrage before shutting it down.
Amidst the thunderous explosions, the familiar mechanical voice quietly announced:
"Battlefield No. 098 ends."
Before the human players building structures could react, the option to end the battlefield appeared before them.
Immediately, the next one.
Next, next, next, and then another.
Chen Jiang seemed to have transformed into a tireless little bee. Upon arriving at each new battlefield, he wasted no time on idle chatter. He deployed his turrets, unleashed a barrage of firepower, and the unique allure of his overwhelming firepower captivated everyone present.
Faced with such overwhelming firepower, few would dare claim that personal strength was more reliable.
Survive the first barrage, then talk.
As for ammunition consumption, there was absolutely no need to worry. The energy cartridge supply gun could fully replenish an energy cartridge with a single shot, and it cost a mere 1,000 human race merit points.
Killing a mechanical race player earned 1 human race merit point.
Killing a non-mechanical race player earned 0.1 human race merit points.
This meant that even if the opposing alien race players weren't mechanical race players, a single barrage could net him 50,000 human race merit points—enough to purchase 50 energy cartridge supply guns.
After unleashing a barrage, his energy cartridges remained far from depleted.
A massive profit.
In this situation, he had no need to worry about running out of ammunition.
His only concern was that after the Ten Thousand Races Arena ended, the two-star energy cartridge supply guns would no longer be available. By then, the human race's merit points would inevitably be exhausted. With no alien race players left to kill, where would they obtain more merit points?
Moreover, when he slaughtered the residents of Orange Red Star, he hadn't received any human race merit points.
But he found the answer to this problem on the galactic forum.
It had to be said that, as long as the information wasn't classified, the galactic forum made it remarkably easy to find what you needed, provided you used the search function effectively.
The reason race players were naturally opposed to the galactic federation stemmed from two factors.
First, the federation had brutally and cruelly thrown countless indigenous populations from various planets onto a catalyzed world, creating the Ten Thousand Races Arena. Second, there was another reason.
(End of the Chapter)
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