Chapter 848 - 718: Resurrection

The mirror surface of the Information Integration Glasses reflected the slowly rotating heavy black clouds, automatically reading various data.

Cloud thickness, vertical updraft speed, radial wind speed, convective available potential energy...

According to the arena’s assessment, my murder score is higher than the Mechanical War Thunder five-man team, but less than Ω, though not by much.

"This doesn’t make sense, where did we get so much murder?"

Gray Rain scratched his head and whispered to Li Cheng, "Could it be that they’re counting my status as an interstellar pirate and galaxy-level wanted criminal?"

"Probably not."

Li Cheng shook his head, previously in the Narrative Cage, Gray Rain was at most an interstellar petty thief and a galaxy-level suspect; earlier murders can’t be traced back to her.

Otherwise, for saving the Side of Truth, I should have been judged for a hundred billion murders.

Wait a minute...

The two exchanged a glance, the same answer flashing in their minds—

Xiao Shui Sect!

Damn, I forgot about that.

Li Cheng slapped his forehead, remembering when he and Yuan Zhixia joined Zhongtian Beiji in a fantasy wuxia script world, handling the divorce trial for Xiao Shui Star Lord and Miao Yin.

During the trial, we were losing badly, but at a critical moment, Li Cheng presented a mining guide tailored for big capitalists to bind the interests of Xiao Shui Sect’s couple, preventing a loss in the divorce case.

Afterwards, Li Cheng obtained two highly mysterious artifacts, the Vast Sea Soul-locking Bell and Qilin Blood Plasma, which helped him escape danger several times.

The related strategy video was marked as popular on Fei.net, with think tanks from major guilds repeatedly explaining it to newcomers as a classic case.

"We’re screwed. With the limitless depths of Xiao Shui Star Lord and Miao Yin, they’re sure to double down on mining strategies, squeezing and exploiting.

Li Cheng rolled his eyes. Although he planted traps in the white paper, keeping a hope for rebellion among the lower monks, the problem is it may take decades, even over a century to trigger those traps.

The murders caused by Xiao Shui’s couple in this time have partially flowed to him.

"So under the arena’s judgment system, aiding and abetting internal chaos is also a crime."

Li Cheng shook his head helplessly, but didn’t panic too much, and picked up the Wolf Mad Demon Axe, quietly watching the slowly rotating black clouds.

At this moment, on the edge of the arena, Maxwell, Mei Wenyi, Don Juan, and a few other players were boarding a large hot air balloon, slowly descending along the upper Inverted Hell rift.

According to normal circumstances, players forming temporary teams should find Transcendents with complementary power systems.

For example, a Cannon Mage paired with a meat shield warrior;

A Close Combat Extraordinary that trades injury for injury, paired with a healer;

An assassin aiming for a one-hit kill, paired with a summoner capable of disrupting the battlefield and creating chaos;

If mismatched, like a Light Priest with a large casting range paired with a Vampire Assassin that needs to maintain stealth, it can interfere with teammates, making one plus one less than two, how frustrating.

However, Maxwell didn’t want to wait around to form a team, having tacit understanding with Don Juan and others, and Bai Jixiong, capable of shapeshifting as a Druid, could act as a half-healer.

A nearly three-meter-tall pink Slime, with a "gulp" sound, spit out a teammate.

The fine wounds on the latter’s body were efficiently healed by the Slime’s body fluids, and the armor was polished to a shine.

"Healing complete, ptooey ptooey."

The Slime emitted Bai Jixiong’s voice, casually spitting out pieces of grass and stones stuck to the teammate’s armor, and the bean-like eyes on its head glanced down, "Hey, isn’t that Pifu?"

The group stuck their heads out from the hot air balloon railings, spotting Pifu at the center of the arena.

The scale of the cloud mass up high was terrifying, resembling a single-point downpour, casting down a tumultuous black cloud.

"The second layer of Netherworld Purgatory, generates corresponding level hostile monsters based on murder scores..."

Maxwell glanced at the constantly updating guide post on his phone screen, taking a deep breath and muttering, "Such a large mass of black cloud corresponds to at least a hundred billion murders, right?"

"Possibly."

Don Juan inhaled sharply, "Good thing they’re not teamed with us, otherwise, we’d be in trouble.

Pifu is a loyal person after all."

"Could it be..." Bai Jixiong smacked his lips, "Is the rumor about him being a major shareholder behind the Evil Science Alliance true?"

"Shareholding or not, but a hundred billion murders, maybe not."

The voice came from ten meters away, drawing everyone’s attention to a common-looking, dark-skinned farmer wearing a straw hat, with a white sweat-absorbing towel draped over his neck.

He sat on the audience stand steps, crossing his legs, with mud-caked canvas shoes, a Red Flag Canal cigarette dangling from his mouth, billowing smoke.

The team members looked towards their temporary captain Maxwell, who pursed his lips cautiously, "Your opinion is..."

"The entire Four Realms Mountain is built by hundreds of top powerhouses, transcending time and space. Not only Earth humans, but also sub-humans, non-human Transcendents.

From a human perspective, only human murder counts as murder.

But from a non-human angle, killing animals, plants, isn’t that also murder?"

The farmer spoke in a slightly challenging local accent, "Check out the Blood Lion Roar’s guide records, in a ’Desperate Soldier’ type world view, he personally destroyed a refugee ship of ocean civilization.

The ship carried millions of jellyfish-shaped life forms with self-awareness and high intelligence, peace-loving.

If only killing humans counts as murder, then that’s just double standards."

High-level players on the killing field all have known names; farmer disguises are uncommon.

Maxwell was shocked for a moment, quickly realizing, indeed, if only humans killing humans counts as murder, and humans killing non-humans does not, that’s a bit strange.

"Two explanations: One, Killing Sin Hell is constructed by human Transcendents, calculating only human-related murders.

Two, only calculates of same species mutual slaughter. Humans killing humans, non-humans killing non-humans..."

Maxwell’s mind raced, while in the arena, the black clouds slowly settled, congealing into a Paper Mountain.

The Paper Mountain, nearly two hundred meters tall, built of various colored paper, trembled at the "crater" top, and in an instant, a paper giant burst through the mountain peak, roaring skyward.

The paper man’s outline was crude, its lower half stuck in the mountain; its entire face only bore holes representing eyes and mouth. Yet, one could still feel its immense fury and overwhelming grief.

Rustle—

The paper giant slowly but quickly lowered its head, looking down on the ant-like two.

"Not too bad, doesn’t seem that strong... Damn!"

Before Gray Rain finished, the paper giant scratched its arm and peeled off a mass of paper cuts.

The paper grew in the wind, transforming into rudimentary paper mache entities as it touched the ground.

Demon Beasts, demons, evil spirits.

Among them mixed familiar and unfamiliar figures, those who died at Li Cheng’s hands.

The former president of the Mercury Alloy Guild, a miner monk with a miner’s helmet, Special Service Bureau agents from Epstein Island, and even someone with clown makeup on their face... Joker?

"You’ve been resurrected?!"