NPC into Player: Let's Wreck This Game

Chapter 181: A Death Wish

Bloom headed towards the previous halls and kept modifying the rocks on the ground, yet he left only one rock out of place in each hall. Reaching hall four, he was welcomed with a group of agents whom he totally forgot about.

"You know you just came in time," he laughed when he counted over two hundred of the initial two thousands he summoned before. "It seems some might get into some monster fight, right?"

"Master is right," one of the agents replied.

"Not a big loss," he smiled before thinking about how to use them, "you all come with me and watch what I do."

He then moved to change the hall rocks before explaining what he wanted to do. Then he went to the other three halls, and when he finished he left the couple at the entrance to spot any newcomers.

Yet he didn't need that, as after five minutes Nara sent him this simple message privately. 'They are here.'

Bloom evilly grinned while he turned around, "c'mon boys, we will wait for them at the last hall."

He moved and all the agents around moved with him. He knew those coming here would be most likely prepared for his agents, ready to die and lose levels just to kill him.

So, he was also readying himself for such fate. If it was needed, then he wouldn't hesitate to lose a level as well. After all, being killed here in the dungeon wouldn't make him lose an entire level directly, but only twenty percent of his current level experience.

As for those invaders, they weren't considered dungeon runners by the game system, making them vulnerable to lose directly one level with each kill.

And like this he intended to start this attrition game, and finally he would emerge victorious.

As he reached the ninth hall, Nara sent another message for him: 'They brought five thousand this time, with many dark players to aid.'

"Coming prepared ain't you," he smirked as he continued to bid over the agent tokens all the time, while waiting for the first batch to come.

As he expected, the first to arrive weren't players, but other agents. From the look of things, they seemed similar to his, and they had numbers in hundreds in his opinion.

"But not compared to my thousands of agents here, hehehe," he wasn't worried at the least while he watched the first batch jumping off the corridor and attacking his boys.

At first things seemed in the favor of his men until some players got involved. They stayed inside the corridor while using a wide range of skills to hit as many of his agents as possible.

"Trying to kite them like monsters? Interesting," he smiled before he leisurely headed towards the center of the hall, waited patiently there while bidding on more tokens.

In less than a couple of minutes all of his men here got killed. The hall instantly got crowded with many agents, and some players who walked inside with a smug smile over their faces.

"The legendary Bloom, trapped and cornered like a hopeless worthless rat," one of them said in strange hatred.

"You've some balls to come here and insult me face to face," Bloom smiled while the youth seemed to understand the hidden meaning in his words wrongly.

"Snap."

He snapped his fingers and the next instant dozen of agents stood as a meat shield between him and Bloom. "You can't touch me," the youth laughed, "the best you can do is to use this annoying stun skill of yours on a couple of my worthless agents. You're a dead man, accept the fact and die in peace."

"You know I won't really die, right?" Bloom laughed but the next instant the youth snapped his fingers again, like a thing he used to do as a habit, and another player came.

This player wore a dark thick black cloak over him, making it hard to recognize him from other agents around.

"A dark player," Bloom muttered, before taking a wide glance at those around him, "or players?"

"You guessed it right," the youth smiled before patting on the shoulder of the dark player standing next to him, "this young man here has something interesting, a gear that can absorb your soul in the game and seal it."

The expression of the youth changed to show a strange innocent look, "I guess you already know this, right? It's the same as what you used before on others."

"It seems I didn't use it much on your crew," Bloom smiled while he glanced at those players coming from the corridor in batches, crowding the place more.

"Yeah, as my friend here told me everything about your gear," the youth patted again on the dark player's shoulders, "he said you have to personally kill the players, not using other means, right?"

"You did your homework brilliantly it seems," Bloom's smile went wider than the youth's.

"If you may, I want to ask about this silly smile of yours."

"Sure, go ahead and ask," Bloom laughed as he added, "any dead man is granted a dying wish after all, right?"

The look on the youth's face didn't change and the smile was still there as he totally ignored Bloom's provocation. "Indeed, that means you have to ask for a wish, right?"

"It depends," Bloom said before adding, "who will kill whom first."

"I agree," the youth laughed as he waved his hands around, "see? You are alone, surrounded by thousands of my men, and you think you can kill me? That's hilarious. I really like you man, you must come to my mansion in real life and do some clown tricks of yours. I'm sure me and other mates will love it."

Bloom sneered while the man snapped his fingers. The next moment dark cloaked players took a few steps forward towards Bloom while the youth said:

"To be honest, this isn't an honest way to die. After all you are a legendary figure now in this game, yet you must be reminded of a fact; there's a heaven above heavens you dumbass."

The youth turned to his rear players as he added, "they are all recording your death from all the possible angels. As you won't be here for a week, I'll make sure to post the videos on many online platforms, so you can like and appreciate our hard work. After all you're our top movie star."

Bloom watched the cloaked players getting so near to him, while each took out a strange dagger. The daggers were all the same, black and curved with rough surfaces and strange handles with a ruby.

"I'm also recording this and will make sure the entire world will know about your humiliating defeat here."

Bloom wasn't lying, as he started the recording the moment that youth came forth. Before the youth could laugh or say anything, Bloom simply kicked the rock under his feet slight inches to the side.

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

"Swoosh!"

The next moment the rain fell, and players and agents were hit regardless of their stand here. The rain covered the entire hall, and when it first appeared, the youth tried to run back towards the corridor.

"Where are you going? Leaving the party at the beginning? That's not a good virtue of yours. Please stay, dash!"

The next moment Bloom hit the youth with his sword stunning him. The youth was already out of the protection of the agents, and before anyone could react, the youth was hit, sent flying to hit the wall and bounce off like a rubber ball, before Bloom started to stab him while laughing.

"Don't worry, I'll post the videos after editing at all the gaming platforms out there, so you won't miss any second during your week off."

As he killed the youth, he turned his gaze towards the dark player. Right now he was the closest to the corridor, blocking the path on these players.

"Let us leave, we can't be resurrected in the system village," one of them shouted and Bloom evilly smiled.

"Why should I?" he leisurely asked while some already started to fall from the damage taken by the rain.

Each hit took around five thousand Hp from each player. Mostly a player can resist the rain for no longer than fifteen seconds, using three Hp potions in the middle to survive this long.

"We'll give you anything you want, just let us leave."

"You have nothing I desire," Bloom said before thinking for a moment, "on second thought you have these amazing daggers. Throw them and leave," he added, before warning, "a dagger comes in pairs, so make sure to leave them all and leave this village asap."

He sat his gaze upon these daggers as he decided to arm his dolls with them. The dark players seemed hesitant before the couple threw their daggers and ran.

He simply let them move away while hitting other players with his swords, sending them all back flying towards the hall. As for those inside the corridor, all they heard was the screams of their mates and the back of Bloom standing in front of the opening, making them unable to fully see everything.

Yet his stand there made him easily attacked by them. He didn't mind that, especially when he had a large stock of potions unused so far.

"Gulp, keep hitting me idiots, I'm way far above your penny levels," he sneered and he was right, as their attacks only caused damage in hundreds, absolutely nothing compared to his large Hp right now.