Long Live Money in Anime Crossover

Seeing that the red-named players had lost their will to fight, the ordinary players turned tail and ran, wanting to escape from here. This was their last chance, and no one wanted to fight this LV100 Boss.

"Hmm, not bad. I finally understand that when faced with danger, you need to run away, but unfortunately..."

A nervous smile crept across Heathcliff's lips as he said, "I don't want any of you to escape!"

Heathcliff's fifth health bar, a gray bar, suddenly burst open, dropping by a third. Gray energy merged into the greatsword, and then Heathcliff raised the greatsword high.

"When a cat catches a mouse, it must first play with the mouse. So, according to the setting, I am also such a character. When I face the players in the future, I will let them enjoy the fun of running away and dying."

"Om-"

The light of the sword technique exploded on the greatsword. However, the sword technique itself turned gray due to the gray mist. The gray sword technique light formed a ring and spread out like a shock wave.

No matter which player runs, their running speed can never exceed their sword skills.

Therefore, everyone was infected.

This is a circular area-of-effect attack with a range of up to fifty meters. Unless you fly into the sky or lie on the ground, or try to block it with your sword skills, no one can stop this sword skill.

It blocked... the effect of that gray airflow!

The sword technique swept across all the players, and amidst their screams, their bodies stiffened.

This is a familiar state, a state that both regular players and players with red names are very familiar with.

paralysis.

A full-range, all-encompassing control skill!

Moreover, that's not all!

Paralysis was just the first debuff icon to appear on the health bar, followed by a second, a third... Debuff icons piled up densely, almost exceeding the field of vision.

Paralysis, disability, sluggishness, bleeding, weakness, decrease in all attributes, poisoning, armor penetration...

Common, uncommon, and even some unheard-of debuffs that might only appear in later, higher-level content suddenly appeared in dense clusters, filling the field of vision of every player. The gray aura instantly became the most vicious poison, extinguishing everyone's hope.

After the attack, Heathcliff's gray health bar slowly recovered. He calmly watched the players in all sorts of poses, because his debuff lasted for one minute.

"Hey, Mr. GM, this isn't funny. What is this, some kind of world-destroying ultimate move? Do you think even a level 100 player could survive against such a move?"

PoH's voice rang out, and he slowly got up from the ground, brushed the grass off his body, and looked cold.

"Didn't PoH already dodge it? This move of mine is just something that everyone has never seen before, and no one knows the trick. As long as you jump, lie down, or use a counter-blocking sword technique, you can also block it. It's not that strong."

"Not that strong?"

PoH grinned at Heathcliff, spread his hands, and said, "But if I'm not mistaken, everyone except me is going to die soon!"

"This is your ultimate move. Since you're planning to restart, no one here will survive."

"clever."

Heathcliff smiled slightly, half of his skull face opened, and the muscles at the corner of his mouth twitched, making him look indescribably ferocious.

This time, a black health bar appeared, and a thick, black, muddy substance dripped onto his greatsword. Then, Heathcliff's greatsword pierced the ground, and a terrifying shockwave spread outwards.

Suddenly, the debuff icons on each player's health bar exploded, each icon transforming into a sharp sword that pierced into each player's health bar.

Each debuff burst will forcibly deduct 10% of the player's health bar, but the players have far more than 10 debuffs on their health bars.

"Snapped--"

A series of pleasant, rhythmic shattering sounds rang out, and nearly a hundred players on both sides, including those with red names, were wiped out by the final boss's two consecutive attacks.

This is almost the strongest, and also the last, power in the entire Aincrad right now.

While there may be skilled fighters like Klein in the town who dare not participate in the battle, what use is their strength if they dare not participate? Even if they muster the courage to participate next time, how many people can they gather?

Is that enough for a 20-person boss raid team?

Countless scattered mosaics, like winter snowflakes, brought a terrifying chill that shattered the heart. Heathcliff swung his greatsword and smiled as he looked at PoH.

"Well, my final skill design may seem a bit powerful, but once everyone becomes familiar with it, it's not impossible to avoid it."

"No, no, no, Mr. GM, in my opinion, the first group of players who went to scout ahead are definitely doomed. Maybe the first few groups of players will all die, and still no one will be able to send a message."

PoH grinned and said, "Could it be that, Mr. GM, you never intended for anyone to complete the game?"

Author's Note:

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119 You think you've got this in the bag?

"How could that be?"

Heathcliff vehemently denied it, but the smile on his lips didn't look like a denial at all.

"It's just a little more difficult. There will always be players like PoH who will step up and use their honed leadership and sword skills to lead everyone through the game. After all, humans are animals capable of evolution, and they will always find ways to evolve under pressure."

As he spoke, Heathcliff looked toward PoH's side, where Kirito, still unconscious, lay on the ground. Ironically, because he had just been thrown to the ground by two red-named players, he had escaped Heathcliff's attack and survived.

PoH suddenly realized and said, "I see. He's the hero you admire? Well, he does seem quite good. He's strong, responsible, and has a sunny and righteous personality. And that strange behavior he just exhibited—was that the evolution you mentioned?"

"Tsk tsk, I wonder what his expression will be when he realizes he's the hero you chose. Right now, he doesn't seem to have managed to save the world!"

PoH spread his hands and said, "Aren't we all dead now? We can't even muster a few experts in the entire Aincrad. Mr. GM, are you still planning to continue this boring game?"

"why not?"

"As for experts, if they die, we can just train a new batch. With Kirito leading the way, most players will rest on the 22nd floor for a while, maybe a month, maybe a few months, or even half a year or a year."

"As I've said before, I have plenty of time, so I shouldn't be in a rush. After all, this is my life's plan, and I can dedicate my entire life to it. The players and I have plenty of time to enjoy the game at our own pace."

"Despair or pain, it will eventually fade away. Then the desire for freedom will regain its hold, compelling them to pick up their swords again and embark on the journey to conquer the game."

Heathcliff smiled and said, "After all, thanks to Momo and everyone's hard work, less than a thousand people have left so far. Although the elite have been almost wiped out, the top-tier players still have a base of more than two thousand."

"Isn't all of this enough?"

PoH pinched his chin and said, "What you said makes a lot of sense. I feel speechless."

"In that case, PoH, it's time for you to leave. After all, my patience has reached its limit because of your and Momo's meddling. I can help the players slowly overcome their despair, but I'm no longer willing to see you and Momo causing trouble. So, please leave, okay?"

"Tsk tsk tsk, how interesting! You actually said you'd accompany all the players to overcome their despair? A final boss, becoming the players' leader, leading them out of despair, and then falling back into despair?"

"Mr. GM, isn't this all just your twisted sense of humor? No matter how high-sounding your reasons may be, you've treated everyone like playthings. What makes you think you can hold so many lives in your hands without a shred of remorse?"

PoH shrugged and said, "People always say that our Red Name Guild are executioners, butchers, and demons, but compared to you, we are completely ashamed!"

"Further words are useless, PoH. Let me send you out of the game. Give up your futile resistance. I have an absolute advantage over you in all attributes, and you can't even surpass me in movement speed. So, don't waste your time."

Heathcliff clearly didn't want to waste any more time on whether he had a perverse sense of humor, and perhaps he himself knew that no matter how you explained it, his actions were a most despicable crime.

"Don't worry, don't worry!"

PoH helplessly spread his hands and said, "Do you think I can escape? You think I can't escape, and I think I can't escape either, so what are you worried about? Are you worried that I have reinforcements?"

"Or perhaps..."

PoH grinned mischievously and said, "What are you sensing? You're clearly in a state where no one can resist you right now, yet you're worried—worried that things might change, worried that you still can't do anything to Momo, or my boss!"

"Is that so, Mr. GM? You think you've already won? No, no, no, even you yourself aren't sure you've already won. You're afraid, you're worried. My boss, Mo Mojun, still hasn't come out. Now, as the LV100 Boss, you're still afraid. What are you afraid of?"

"How interesting! I really want to know! Tell me, tell me, Mr. GM, the great Mistress of the Crimson Jade Palace! Hey, tell me, I'm so curious!"

"boom!"

Heathcliff casually swung his sword, a massive, cross-shaped greatsword that was clearly a special weapon exclusive to bosses. With a casual swing, sword techniques rained down upon him like a whirlwind.

Without a doubt, this is an area-of-effect sword technique, and one that no player can withstand at present—a technique that will kill in one hit.

However, PoH neither dodged nor avoided this sword technique; instead, the machete in his hand plunged directly into the center of the sword strike.

"boom!"

With a muffled groan, PoH was sent flying, his health plummeting until he had just over 10% health left, nearly getting killed instantly.

"Amazing, amazing, invincible! I used a counter-sword technique that's theoretically invincible. If I had used it successfully, it should have reduced the damage by almost 100% and even eliminated the stun. But Mr. GM almost killed me in one hit. His stats are dozens of times better than mine, right?"

Heathcliff continued forward, looking at PoH and saying, "What's the point of struggling to the death? You only have one counter-attack skill at most, and you can't use it a second time within thirty minutes, right? Just to say one more word to me, you're going to struggle like this for a while?"

PoH planted the machete in his hand into the ground and said, "A dying struggle is just too ugly. Besides, it's just leaving the stage. What's the big deal?"

"But, Mr. GM, I want to see your angry expression, so you can't die yet. Mr. GM, I admit that your strength is currently unmatched, but is this kind of strength, which is only built up with violence, meaningful?"

"Mr. GM, you don't actually think that transforming into an invincible boss and slaughtering everyone will solve all the problems? That's too sweet, too naive. You're even more childish than me."

Heathcliff squinted, unwilling to admit his unease, but if he were truly confident, why would he take such a desperate gamble?

"As someone with a red name (indicating a negative reputation), you're telling me killing is pointless? Isn't that the funniest joke ever?"

"It is precisely because I am a red name and have killed many people that I know the futility of killing. Mr. GM, no one can match you now, but you are destined to fail, you are a defeated dog."

"Loser—dog—oh!"

"boom!"

Heathcliff unleashed his sword technique once more, the sharp sword light dispersing the thick fog above PoH's head and even severing a large tree not far behind him.

"Wow, that's impressive. You're already getting angry? But why don't you kill me? If you kill me, I'll leave! What I said earlier was just to scare you out of thin air. Don't mind me, just let me leave!"

“PoH, I’m giving you a chance. Tell me what you’ve done, what you and Momo have planned, and I might spare your life. You don’t want to walk away either, do you?”

PoH said with a grin, "Oh dear, that was scary, it scared me to death... Well, it's no big deal to tell you. I've had enough of seeing you so frustrated. Now, I want to see what you look like when you're furious."

As he spoke, PoH picked up the image crystal he had just thrown away and said, "You know, this is an image crystal. From the very beginning, our conversation was recorded in it. Mr. GM, you're too confident. Do you really think this image crystal is useless?"

Heathcliff grinned mockingly and said, "Are you still dreaming of leaving, or do you think you can find a chance to use the teleportation crystal to leave? I can nullify the crystals in this area; no crystal can let you leave. So, this recording crystal will disappear as you leave."

"Hmm, hmm, I see."

As he spoke, PoH reached out and threw out his teleportation crystal, but his smile grew even more smug as he said, "However, Mr. Heathcliff, I'll show you a magic trick."

With that, PoH tossed the image crystal high into the air, then casually pointed at it and said, "Disappear!"

Then, the image crystal disappeared.

Heathcliff's pupils suddenly contracted, a strong sense of unease washing over him. What was going on?

As a game developer, Heathcliff was naturally aware of any possible causes for this phenomenon, and then he finally figured out what it was.

"Haha, hahahahaha!"

PoH laughed triumphantly, clutching his stomach and rolling on the ground. Pointing at Heathcliff with one finger, he said, "You got tricked! Haha, Mr. GM, you got tricked again! You got tricked by the boss's little tricks! This is your game, right? You should know all the settings best, but Mr. GM, how come you keep getting played by the boss using your game settings?!"