Chapter 80: Task 4 Complete, Skill Reward

Chapter 80: Chapter 80: Task 4 Complete, Skill Reward

Hearing their arrogant words, Seraphina Sullivan instantly understood the deeper, crueler rules of this "competition."

’So the wristwatches don’t just record the slaughter count—they can be stolen and transferred!’

This wasn’t a simple hunting competition at all, but a brutal, dog-eat-dog battle royale!

’Those two, Wessuri and Leon Gilmore, are complete psychos. The temporary workers from two Animal Slaughterhouses were thrown into this pasture, forced not only to fight dangerous mutated creatures but also to constantly guard against backstabbing and robbery from their ’own kind’!’

’Looks like this slaughter competition will inevitably devolve into a bloody battle between the temporary workers from the two Animal Slaughterhouses in the end,’ Seraphina Sullivan’s thoughts raced.

Right now, she had only encountered the Native People who were temporary workers. What if she ran into Players like Harvey Fletcher and Henry Jennings, or Players from the chicken farm’s side?

To quickly rack up their counts, conflict would be absolutely unavoidable.

The two Animal Slaughterhouses were, by nature, two opposing factions.

’I never expected this Level 2 Animal Slaughterhouse instance to have such hidden rules.’ A chill ran down her spine.

’As expected, as the instance Level increases, it’s not just the apocalyptic environment that gets more dangerous. The laws of survival become more complex and brutal, even incorporating faction choices and rivalries.’

These thoughts flashed through her mind in an instant.

The three Native People working as temps on the other side were already growing impatient.

Waving the machetes and iron rods in their hands, they closed in step by step, their faces twisted in the sneers of bullies who prey on the weak.

Seeing that Seraphina Sullivan’s group only had two men and one woman, they were confident of their victory.

After all, they were three men; surely, they were stronger than a group of three that included one woman.

The one they called Scarface was the most arrogant, bellowing, "Dammit, are you deaf? Didn’t you hear me talking to you? Hand over your wristwatches now! Or else I’ll..."

However, before he could finish his threat—

A dark figure appeared behind him as silently as a ghost!

It was Sean Chandler!

Sean Chandler’s eyes were cold and merciless. One hand, swift and precise as an iron vise, clamped down on Scarface’s head while the other pushed up against his chin.

With a sharp twist!

"CRACK!"

A horrifyingly crisp snap echoed!

Scarface’s neck was twisted at a grossly unnatural angle. His bellowing stopped abruptly, the light vanished from his eyes, and his body slumped limply to the ground.

It all happened too fast.

So fast that the sneers on the other two men’s faces hadn’t even had time to turn to shock!

By the time they processed what had happened and saw their companion insta-killed, boundless terror flooded their hearts!

"M-monster!"

"Run! Run for your lives!"

Scared out of their wits, the two men turned and tried to flee into the dense woods.

But how could Sean Chandler possibly let them go?

Even before awakening his [Monster Power], his speed and explosive force already far surpassed an ordinary person’s, thanks to his [Beastification] Talent.

His figure flashed like lightning. He caught up in a few strides and struck out left and right. With two dull thuds and a pair of short-lived screams, the other two were also dealt with in an instant, utterly powerless to resist.

Sean Chandler expressionlessly crouched down and skillfully removed the counting wristwatches from the three men’s wrists.

When he touched his own wristwatch to the other three, the numbers on them blurred and flickered. The slaughter counts that had belonged to the three men were instantly transferred to his own watch!

His [Wristwatch Level] shot up significantly!

Seraphina Sullivan, who had seen everything clearly from the side, was dumbfounded. "These rules... they’re basically encouraging us to kill each other!"

She immediately thought of an even more insidious possibility.

’There will definitely be campers who don’t hunt creatures at all in the early stages, just hiding and conserving their stamina. Then, at the last moment, they’ll pop out to ambush the temp workers who have exhausted themselves through hard hunting. It’s much more convenient to just steal the fruits of their labor!’

As it turned out, Seraphina Sullivan’s guess was completely correct.

At that very moment, in certain dark corners of the pasture, some Players had indeed thought of this and were lurking like venomous snakes.

They were waiting to deliver a fatal blow to their exhausted "prey."

But that had nothing to do with Seraphina Sullivan.

For Seraphina Sullivan, this competition had instead become her happy "restocking" time.

Especially after discovering that the Cluckers actually came with a [Lay Eggs] Skill.

Seraphina Sullivan’s eyes were practically glowing!

"Eggs!"

This was good stuff!

They could be scrambled, fried, steamed, used to bake cakes, and even serve as a temporary adhesive. The uses were endless.

Adhering to the advanced philosophy of sustainable development, as well as her own foodie nature,

Seraphina Sullivan even captured a male and a female Clucker that looked particularly robust.

She carefully tossed them into a corner of her Storage Space, hoping to achieve "egg freedom" in the future.

The competition lasted for three days in total.

On the first day, under Seraphina Sullivan’s efficient detection and command, and with Sean Chandler’s raw damage output,

plus the occasional counter-kill of some unlucky souls who tried to rob them, they were like tireless killing machines and porters, frantically clearing the pasture of its creatures.

As the last rays of the setting sun began to fade—

[Ding! Mission Four Complete: Slaughter 1,000 creatures!]

[Reward: Random Skill Draw]

[Ding! Drawing random Skill!]

[Ding! Congratulations, Player, you have obtained a Skill Card: Bounce!]

Seraphina Sullivan’s mission to slaughter 1,000 creatures was complete.

A card shimmering with a faint blue light appeared in her hand out of thin air.

At almost the same time, Sean Chandler, who was beside her, mechanically extended his hand and passed her another Skill Card.

It was the reward the system had issued to him, but since he was under Seraphina Sullivan’s Control, everything he obtained naturally belonged to her.

Seraphina Sullivan first looked at the one she had drawn:

[Skill Card: Bounce]

[Effect: When activated, greatly enhances leg Power, allowing for easy jumps to heights of several dozen meters. Slightly increases fall cushioning while active.]

Seraphina Sullivan: "..."

Then she looked at the card Sean Chandler had handed her:

[Skill Card: Scorching Hand]

[Effect: When activated, causes the user’s hands to emit high heat, inflicting a burning effect on heat-averse creatures. Can also be used for forging, starting fires in the wild, heating food, etc.]

Seraphina Sullivan looked at the two wildly different Skill Cards in her hands and fell into deep thought.

One was a "high jump" card that seemed somewhat useful, but also not that useful.

The other was a practical, god-tier skill that combined combat, forging, and daily life applications all in one!

’These random Skills...’ The corner of her mouth twitched. She once again felt the system’s profound malice—or rather, Sean Chandler’s damn European Emperor’s Constitution.

’So it really all comes down to luck!’

’So, you’re telling me that when I draw, I get nothing but junk, but when Sean Chandler draws, he gets something good?’

She silently slapped the [Scorching Hand] Skill Card onto herself, learning it.

’Well, you used my Power Apple to get your Monster Power Talent, so there’s nothing wrong with you giving all your rewards to me.’

’Besides, Sean Chandler is my puppet. It’s not like he’s going to object.’