I started by enhancing cancer cells and uniquely obtained the Godhood Sequence.

The Great Wall of White Bones.

Beneath the Great Wall, shouts of battle echoed continuously.

Above the Great Wall, everything is ablaze with color.

"The Judgment of Earth!"

"Roar of the Fire Dragon!"

"A jet-black arrow!"

"..."

Round after round of magical bombardment landed on the distant Tier 2 petrified bull herd, blasting the petrified bulls to pieces and causing them to fall one after another.

Faced with ranged players who were almost all at least Tier 2 and some even at Tier 3, the Tier 2 beast horde below the city was basically just asking for a beating.

The dazzling and explosive magical skills were nothing more than a monotonous barrage of attacks.

Kill notifications on the battlefield kept floating upwards as if they were free, looking from a distance like layers of red symbols forming a red mosaic.

The melee players below the city were not far behind; some were responsible for luring monsters, some for charging and killing them, and some for providing cover.

Of course, their kill efficiency is far slower than that of ranged players, who only need to constantly replenish their mana.

The top of the Bone Wall is a natural advantage for ranged players.

As the city walls grew higher, the murderous aura on the Great Wall intensified, making it virtually impossible for any ferocious beast to leap over them and attack.

Therefore, as long as they stand on the city wall, they don't need any front-line players to protect them and can unleash their full damage potential from the city wall.

Of course, this is on the premise that you don't encounter ranged attack monsters of the same level as Lin Mo and Qing Mayi.

After all, it's only a Tier 2 Great Wall. The number of bones buried beneath it is not large enough, and its killing intent is far from reaching its peak, making it insufficient to overwhelm the true top players of the same tier.

But it was more than enough to subdue these ordinary beasts.

Funata sat atop the city wall, yawning boredly. He glanced at Tsujii Takuya, who was also slacking off nearby, and said:

"Aren't you going downstairs? Aren't you afraid our head butler, Mr. Li, will cause you trouble?"

Tsui Takuya pursed his lips:

"These pieces of trash, do you think they're even worth my time?"

"Besides, those Yan Kingdom players are all too busy taking care of themselves right now, they don't have time to worry about us."

"I just need to fulfill the requirements he assigns, right?"

Zhou Du shrugged; he was currently in charge.

Other players from Japan who want to slack off are naturally not allowed to do so.

After all, the share set by Li Mingliang was not low; it was several times that of before.

However, since Tsuyoshi Tsujii was a master of the same caliber as him, he didn't mind giving him some convenience, as long as he completed the daily tasks.

Takuya Tsujii looked towards the distant battlefield where Daisuke Indo was still engaged in a fierce battle and said:

"I wonder what's wrong with this guy? Why is he fighting these weak monsters so enthusiastically?"

Furutari said calmly:

"You haven't realized yet, but this is related to his profession."

"It seems that the more times you swing, the more damage you cause."

Takuya Tsukai: "Temporary? Or permanent?"

These two are very different.

If it's just an on-the-spot boost, then each attack needs to be stacked again.

However, if it is permanent, then the damage will continue to increase, which can be regarded as a talent ability with extremely high growth potential.

After a moment's thought, Furuwatari said, "It should be both, the difference being that the latter requires an astonishing number of swings."

This is obviously easy to see. After all, if Daisuke Indo were just a hot-blooded idiot, he wouldn't be spending almost every day and night on the battlefield wielding his club and slaughtering monsters.

This isn't just passionate, it's downright hardcore!

Perhaps the only one who can rival him is Aomai, who is never seen all day long.

Judging from the time coins and resources the latter collects each day, the number of monsters killed daily far exceeds that of Daisuke Indo and others, even more than all of them combined.

As for Lin Mo?

That guy isn't human; there's no comparison.

Suddenly, Takuya Tsujii sighed and said, "Among the SSS-class, there shouldn't be anyone worse off than us, right?"

Even if SSS-level players from other regions aren't dominant figures in their own region, they are definitely honored guests in resource-rich areas, attracting countless players.

Where else can you find people like them, living as prisoners here, reduced to being someone else's laborers?

Moreover, it's not about 996 or 997, but about returning to the origin.

As long as I can still move, I have to work all day long.

Unfortunately, the "salary" is extremely low, barely enough to "survive" except for promotions.

Zhou Duda seemed to have thought of something and chuckled: "You should be content. Those Yan Kingdom players are in a much worse situation than us right now."

Upon hearing this, Tsuyoshi Tsujii's dejected expression vanished, replaced by a subtle emotion.

Since that little girl named Mia came to the Great Wall of Bones, Li Mingliang, Jiang Yuanji, and other Yan Kingdom players have not appeared on the city wall again.

Apart from "money-grubber" Li Mingliang, who still insists on asking about the profits from the city walls every day, no one else has sent a single message in the regional chat channel.

Meanwhile, the training ground in the east of the city where they were located was filled with heart-wrenching screams day and night.

Just listening to it from a distance gives you the creeps.

Last night, Yamato Funawari and Takuya Tsujii couldn't resist their curiosity and secretly went to check it out.

Under the cover of night, the training ground flickered with an eerie green light.

Then, they witnessed a scene they would never forget—

One by one, bizarre-looking monsters crawled across the training ground.

How should we describe this group of "abnormal species"?

Some of their heads looked like they had been inflated, becoming three times larger than hot air balloons.

Some had swollen limbs, resembling elephant legs, while their upper limbs were pitifully small, almost invisible.

Some have two eyeballs that are separated to the sides, like fish eyes.

Some were stretched to three meters long, making them look like telephone poles.

……

Finally, Funatari Daiya and Tsuyoshi Tsujii found Li Mingliang and Jiang Yuanji among this group of strange-looking guys.

The former had a swollen belly and loose skin all over his body, looking like a corpse that had been soaked in formaldehyde for three days and three nights.

The latter looked the most normal among these monsters, with both legs severed at the root, blood gushing out, and constantly crawling on the ground with its hands.

But every time he was about to climb to the edge of the training field, he would be kicked back by that "little guy" who kept muttering to himself.

Then they repeat the same behavior over and over again.

Most importantly, as Jiang Yuanji climbed over for the last time, his bloodless face lifted up and looked at them, like a vengeful ghost who had died unjustly, his eyes filled with resentment.

Startled, Furutari Dai and his companion, who were already top-tier professionals, turned and ran.

They were terrified that if they ran too slow, Mia would capture them and make them part of this strange species.

Thinking of this, the two men on the city wall exchanged a glance and shivered.

That guy is absolutely not to be messed with!!!

The same thought arose in their minds at the same time.

Just as a chill ran down their spines, a cold voice suddenly came from behind them: "What are you doing?"

Suddenly, Yasuhiro Funawatari and Takuya Tsujii turned their heads sharply and saw a scene that was even more horrifying to them—

Lin Mo looked at them expressionlessly, as if he were looking at two subordinates slacking off at work.