Quadruple split.

Chapter 2872 In front of the tavern

No Man's Land, Blackfire City, in front of the [Darkfire] Tavern

"Oh."

The typing warrior raised his arm and patted the shoulder of the tall man in heavy black armor who had been standing at the alley entrance for who knows how long, before continuing to walk briskly forward, casually asking, "Why didn't you go straight to the secret realm?"

"Xiaoyu asked me to come."

As Po Douluo walked alongside the Typing Warrior, he said calmly, "He was worried you'd get stuck here, so he told me to wait here beforehand. If you manage to escape, I'll give you a hand."

The typist clicked his tongue and asked again, "What if I hadn't escaped?"

"Then I'll log off, take a taxi to your house, and beat you up."

Po Douluo glanced at the Typing Warrior expressionlessly and said with a forced smile, "Xiao Yu's exact words were, 'If you can't even do this kind of trivial thing properly, there's only one possibility: you're slacking off.'"

The typing warrior rolled his eyes and said irritably, "Is it possible that he means I should kill an epic! A fucking epic! Does he even have an epic himself? Has he even reached a high-level one after playing for so long? Huh? Where does he get the nerve to tell me this?"

"But you did it."

Soul Douluo shrugged and said with an unfriendly expression, "How the hell did you do that?"

"The big shot in the City of Freedom sponsored me with a set of equipment. The target of the assassination was a simple-minded, muscle-bound idiot. By transforming myself into a 'dead' state, I can use my personal talent and the skill 'Disappear' to barely break through to the half-epic level of 'Aura Concealment'. When I'm completely serious, I can use my killing intent to intimidate that thug for a moment."

The typing warrior, while making his dagger fly between his fingers, said in a light tone, "Then it's poison, positioning, environmental utilization, and [Desperate Strike], that's it."

Po Douluo frowned and asked, "You used [Desperate Strike]? I couldn't tell?"

"Because the moment the assassination was completed, I advanced to the Epic rank. Given the huge gap between the two ranks, the [Desperate Strike] used in the peak state of the high rank was no longer a burden for the Epic rank."

Seeing Po Douluo's increasingly grim expression, the Typing Warrior chuckled and said, "It's a bit of a cheat, I suppose. If you often browse the forums, you'll find that almost all players who specialize in the Thief class and follow the Assassin route will unlock a choice quest after leveling up their character and any three specializations to level 50. The choices are 'Let nature take its course' and 'Single-handedly kill an Epic-rank NPC.' If you choose the second option and successfully complete the quest, you can directly advance to Epic rank."

"hair?"

Po Douluo was furious and shouted angrily, "By what right do you have?"

"The cost is too high, the success rate is too low, and if things go wrong, the character will be ruined."

The typing warrior pulled up his hood and casually explained, "First of all, if you choose the quest to 'single-handedly kill an Epic-rank NPC,' then from that point on, you will have no other options to advance to Epic rank. You can only go down this one path, including advancing from Epic to Legendary. Secondly, this quest has a completion rate. It is only considered successful if the completion rate exceeds 90%. If you don't achieve that, even if you kill an Epic-rank NPC, it won't help."

Po Douluo, who had extensive gaming experience and considerable experience in the [Innocent Realm], thought for a moment and asked, "So, you mean, your method of having someone half-dead an epic NPC and then stabbing him to death won't work?"

"It's not just impossible. You should know how abnormal the system of the [Boundary of Innocence] is. If you really do it that way, you'll be lucky to get 15% completion. In fact, any intervention from other NPCs or players will significantly reduce your mission completion rate. If you want to exceed 90%, you not only have to avoid all methods that might be judged as 'borrowing power,' but even assassinating the target if they are in poor condition due to their own reasons won't work."

The Typing Warrior sighed and said helplessly, "Remember when I stabbed Xinglong to death in the game while he was taking a dump? That kind of situation would also affect the completion rate, so you can basically understand that there are no loopholes in this task."

Soul Douluo glared fiercely at the typing warrior and said coldly, "But you still finished it."

"Yeah, I still finished it. What are you going to do about it? Kill me!"

Typing Warrior replied with his signature sly face, then said gloatingly, "I heard that Ghost Sorrow chose this quest before, and even used a lot of resources from the studio to create a half-dead epic to kill, but when I looked at it, the completion rate was 19.5%, hahahahahahahahaha damn."

Soul Douluo: "Hahahahahahahahahaha, damn it!"

Typing Warrior: "Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!"

"Stop fucking laughing."

Po Douluo elbowed his old friend, causing him to choke, and asked, "So that idiot deleted his account?"

"No."

Typing Warrior shook his head and chuckled, "I heard he was struggling with this when [Viper] destroyed the entire studio. Luckily, it all came to an end."

“R~I~P~”

Po Douluo made the sign of the cross on his chest and then asked, "So why did you drug that muscular guy? Were you planning to use your charm to get him to sleep with you after the assassination attempt failed, and then let bygones be bygones?"

The typing warrior said expressionlessly, "No, I was just thinking that if he dared to molest me, I would have the system strike him dead with lightning."

Po Douluo suddenly realized: "So that's how it is!"

"So that's what your mother's trick is like!"

The typing warrior raised his hand and flung the dagger toward Soul Douluo's face, angrily shouting, "Do you think this is even possible?!"

The latter tossed the dagger he was holding between his index finger and thumb back to the typing soldier, saying nonchalantly, "How should I know? I have no interest in men getting aroused by me."

"Is it possible that Ethan is a genuine lecher who only likes women? So, once the drug takes effect, he'll only be thinking about finding a pretty girl to ravish, instead of indiscriminately lusting after any humanoid creature?!"

The typing warrior sheathed his dagger back into its leather sheath and explained coldly, "Very few substances can be effective against Epic-rank characters, and most of them are destructive toxins. However, almost every Epic-rank character, regardless of their class, will instinctively develop a defense and rejection mechanism against any toxin. Even the weakest mage will have their magic power react the moment the toxin takes effect, triggering their alertness."

Soul Douluo nodded: "I understand, it won't work with aphrodisiacs, right?"

"That stuff is more of a tonic than an aphrodisiac. If you look at its effects purely, it's only good for the body and has no harm. But there's a lot to learn about 'tonifying,' especially when it's mixed with alcohol. It often awakens the most primal desires deep within the body."

The Typing Warrior smiled noncommittally and said leisurely, "In this situation, someone like Ethan, who has poor self-control, will often have uncontrollable wild thoughts, but because the source is not alcohol or tonics, but his loyalty to 'desire,' his power will not react."

Po Douluo frowned and said, "But isn't he a martial monk? I remember that martial monks should have the highest poison resistance and the strongest control over their bodies, right?"

"It's just that it has a fast metabolism, high resistance, rapid recovery, and strong body control."

The Typing Warrior snapped his fingers and chuckled, "But as the saying goes, 'even a good swimmer can drown.' Because the monk profession naturally has an advantage in this area, Ethan might subconsciously ignore the possibility that he's been drugged. And subconsciousness, thought patterns, and stereotypes are killers' best friends." Po Douluo glanced at the Typing Warrior and sighed, "If I hadn't known you since childhood and knew you were just a pretentious, artsy type, I might have suspected you were a sadistic killer who enjoys taking lives."

The typing warrior's expression turned serious, and he said solemnly, "First of all, a person who looks like a pretentious, artsy guy might not be a perverted killer who likes to take lives. Secondly, I am not a pretentious, artsy guy, but an intellectual, kind, simple, honest, and handsome writer."

"Thank you, that's the funniest joke I've heard all year."

Po Douluo gave a thumbs up and said with the same serious expression, "Second only to Xinglong, he is actually a cross-dressing enthusiast who likes to wear high-slit cheongsams and bun wigs in private."

"You're welcome."

The typist shamelessly replied, then asked curiously, "Speaking of which, how was your fight with Lancelot last time?"

Po Douluo rolled his eyes and asked in a very unfriendly tone, "What do you mean, 'how are you'? You have the nerve to ask me how I am?

The typist looked completely innocent: "Why shouldn't I be embarrassed to ask?"

"Which beast was it that practically knelt down and begged me to let that piece of trash go that day?"

Po Douluo subconsciously raised his hand and touched the hilt of the giant sword [Shadow Blade] on his back, angrily saying, "I've wanted to chop that [little rascal] to pieces for a long time!"

Upon hearing this, the Typing Warrior immediately revealed a fawning smile, put his arm around Soul Douluo's shoulder and laughed, "Hey, you can't say that. After all, anyone can see that he's a fool who's all bark and no bite, all stats and no substance. Even the system gave him a title that's full of mockery. Even if you spare his life, it won't lower your fashion value because of this."

Po Douluo, who clearly cared a lot about his fashion value, snorted and then said indifferently, "If we only consider his strength on paper, that kid can actually be called the number one person below the Epic level. Everyone outside thinks that the system only looks at the numbers when calculating the rankings, which is why Lancelot has such a high ranking. But the truth is the opposite. It's because the system doesn't just look at the numbers that Lancelot's ranking is 'only that high,' understand?"

"I see."

The typing warrior nodded and asked, "So? How did it feel to fight him?"

"If I don't hold back, he will definitely die within thirty moves."

Without hesitation, Po Douluo gave an answer that sounded extremely arrogant, then changed the subject and said in a deep voice, "But if he becomes even slightly enlightened... it will be difficult."

The Typing Warrior looked at the Soul Douluo, who was always fair in his speech and, though foul-mouthed, generally objective, with some surprise, and asked curiously, "So amazing?"

"It's just pure numerical beauty. He must have accidentally inherited the mantle of a great lord-level dark knight in history. He's much stronger than me, a side successor who accidentally dug up the tomb of a dark knight commander."

Po Douluo scratched his head and said irritably, "Some people are born in Rome."

"alright."

The typist thought for a moment and suggested, "Then I'll find some time in a few days to kill him."

"you?"

Soul Douluo rolled his eyes at the typing warrior and asked, "Can't I go?"

The typing warrior shook his head and said, "Your top priority right now is to break through to Epic level as soon as possible. You should have noticed that the majority of people have started breaking through one after another. As for me, although I'm the sixth one, there's too much of an element of opportunism involved. Plus, I've always been a pacifist, so my deterrent power is always a bit lacking. But you're different. If you can break through to Epic level sooner, we'll have someone who can keep things in check. After all, who wants to offend a volatile and terrifying time bomb?"

Soul Douluo: "...Did you just mean to say 'dog'?"

"How could that be!"

The typist laughed and explained, "In short, you'd better head to the limited-time dungeon as soon as possible. I'll arrange for our people there to help you farm contribution points intensively, so that you can get an epic class advancement quest when the dungeon rewards are distributed."

After confirming that the Typing Warrior had broken through to Epic rank, Po Douluo, whose competitive spirit immediately took over, readily agreed without hesitation: "Alright, I'll go there later. What about you?"

"There are some things I want to confirm..."

The Typing Warrior narrowed his eyes and said softly, "So I'm planning to go to the southwest. Lancelot was also in the southwest continent when you last saw him. I'll just kill him while I'm there. After all, that kid got incredibly lucky this time and obtained a power he's not worthy of. Once I kill him, he'll be basically useless after the character is rebuilt."

"Row."

Po Douluo stopped just as the two reached the Black Street, a hint of unease flashing across his face: "Then I'll go straight to the Elf Forest, you go find Xiao Yu."

"Ok?"

The typist immediately sensed something was wrong and asked, "What do you mean? Why don't you come back with me to rest? What happened? Has Xiaoyu finally lost his temper and decided to get rid of the Shadow Strategist role and kill me to take his place?"

"No, you know that Xiaoyu hates being in the public eye the most, otherwise he wouldn't refuse to be the vice president."

"Then what is this...?"

"I just find it annoying."

"Annoyed? What do you mean?"

"I picked up that crazy woman on my way back. She kept making noise and it was so annoying."

"Which lunatic?"

"Who else could it be but a madwoman?"

"I don't know, aren't all the girls in our guild pretty crazy?"

"The craziest one."

"Uh...you mean the weather is ever-changing?"

"Correct."

Chapter 2863: The End