Chapter 33: Event End! A Reward Stained with the Breath of God?
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BOOM!
RUMBLE—!!!
The Tenth Floor was left unrecognizable. Under the relentless barrage of Seito's spatial breath, the army of 100,000 had been erased. Even the elite high-rankers—the cream of the crop—had been vaporized in an instant.
When the dust settled, only thirty players remained standing.
The spectators in the Safe Zone were paralyzed. They had expected a fight; they witnessed a genocide.
[Current Elimination Count: 110,000,000+]
Seito glanced at the notification. By wiping out that specific group, he hadn't just gained 100,000 points—he had absorbed a portion of the massive point pools those players had already collected.
At this moment, his first-place position was unshakeable. It was mathematically impossible for anyone to catch up unless they killed him. And with Kamui Space active, physical blades and magical spells simply phased through him like light through a window.
Seito descended slowly, his feet touching the scorched earth. He looked at the thirty survivors, including a panting Amane Amakusa.
"So," Seito said, his voice calm and melodic. "Are you coming all at once, or do I take you one by one?"
"Heh... don't you dare look down on me!" Amou roared. The power-gauntlets on her fists suddenly flared with an eerie, flickering black light.
"Is that... her Innate Talent?" Seito mused. A physical enhancement talent—it suited the "Empress" perfectly.
The other survivors followed her lead, activating their final trump cards and charging. Seito didn't even raise his sword. He stood still, a serene expression on his face, as a cacophony of ultimate skills rained down on him for ten straight minutes.
Nothing landed. Every strike, every explosion, every desperate lunge passed right through his silver-haired form.
"It's over," Seito whispered. He finally raised his black katana. A single Dimensional Slash swept through the clearing.
CRACK—!
The fabric of space tore open, and the last thirty millionaires of the leaderboard were gone.
Final Rankings:
Sei: 110,000,000 Kills
Shiro: 98,210,000+ Kills
Sora: 98,160,000+ Kills
Maple: 56,700,000+ Kills
Taoist Sect: 55,360,000+ Kills
Storm Rider: 55,120,000+ Kills
Seito sheathed his blade with a satisfying click. A gentle breeze ruffled his white trench coat as the live-feed camera zoomed in for a heroic close-up. Across the server, female players (and quite a few male ones) found themselves breathless at the sight of the "Untouchable God."
Scanning the Top 100, Seito noticed that Kirito and Asuna had been eliminated. While they were top-tier, they couldn't compete with the raw efficiency of the "Blank" siblings or the absolute "Cheat" luck of Maple.
In the spectator zone, the "Big Three" were already relaxing.
Sora lay back on a tree branch, yawning. "Second place is secured. Easy money."
Shiro sat on the grass, stretching her tiny limbs like a cat. "Mission accomplished..."
Meanwhile, Maple was currently being carried away by Sally, screaming as two high-rankers chased them.
"Waaaah! Why are they only following me?!"
"Because they're too scared to touch the Big Three!" Sally yelled back, dodging a fireball. "And stop complaining! They only chipped 30 points off your Defense! You regenerate faster than that!"
Maple whimpered. Seito had spoiled her so much with "Perfect Clears" that losing even a sliver of her invincibility felt like a crisis.
Suddenly, the live feeds cut to black. A system-wide announcement thundered through every player's mind.
[The 'Carnage Feast' has concluded.]
[Calculating Rewards...]
[Player 'Sei,' your Mysterious Prize has been delivered.]
[Floor 11 is now Open.]
[Guild Functionality is now Unlocked.]
Seito looked down at his palm. Resting there was a fragment so small it was barely visible—smaller than a sesame seed.
[Unknown Fragment (Rank: ???)]
Description: A shard stained with a trace of 'Divine Breath.' To a mortal, even a single breath of a God is instant death. However, this fragment will grant you a 'Unique Evolution.'
Divine? Seito narrowed his eyes.
Before he could react, the fragment dissolved into a streak of white light and plunged into his chest.
Ding! Your Personal Status has undergone an abnormal mutation.
New Interface Loaded.
Crafting Limit increased: You may now forge [God-Tier] equipment.
Seito hurriedly opened his status window:
[IGN: Sei
Level: 20
HP: 20,000 / 20,000
Divine Power (MP Replacement): 10
Godhood: None
Stats: [Divine Attack: 65] | [Divine Defense: 65] | [Divine Magic: 65] | [Divine Speed: 6,255]
Talent: Spatial Mastery]
"Divine Power? God-Tier crafting?" Seito was stunned.
The fragment had overwritten his mortal stats. While the numbers looked low, the prefix "Divine" meant he was likely operating on a completely different damage scale than other players. He didn't have a Godhead yet—he wasn't a deity—but he was something more than human. A "God-Touched" mortal.
Seito felt a surge of unknown energy coursing through his veins. He wasn't just a top player anymore. He was on the path to apotheosis.
"Not bad," he smirked, looking toward the sprawling towers of the Eleventh Floor.
"Looks like I've officially started my journey to become a literal God. One hundred floors? Better make them interesting."
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