Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1509: Chapter 817: Voldemort, Qing Chen!

”President, it has been confirmed that in the 8th Multidimensional World, for every player killed, you can earn 1 point,” a member of the Storm City Guild said. ”White Light Person has now killed 12 players, increasing his points by 12. If someone could organize 10,000 people into the instance to trigger the mechanism and then let one person kill everyone, that person could possibly take first place on the leaderboard every month.”

Someone beside him drew a sharp breath: ”Why does White Light Person always manage to develop new mechanisms? Speedrunning the 136th Multidimensional World is one thing, but how did he discover the rule of the 8th? President, should we organize people now to grind this dungeon?”

Black Spider thought for a moment: ”Gathering ten thousand slaves is not difficult, the Duke of Storm City alone has 110,000 slave workers under his command. Once the Duke wakes up, I’ll report this matter to see if it is possible.”

Even though other guilds are likely to do the same, securing a top ten Awakening slot each month would still be quite good.

If we could take the top spot on the leaderboard and offer a master who has already Awakened a chance to Awaken again, sending a hundred thousand slaves would be worth it.

Anyway, opening an instance doesn’t waste much time, 9,999 slaves queuing up for an Archmage to kill will finish quickly.

”Keep an eye on White Light Person’s kill count and survival status at all times,” Black Spider instructed. ”As soon as he’s killed by someone, inform me immediately.”

Although Black Spider had a premonition that White Light Person would grow rapidly in the 8th Multidimensional World, everyone still wanted to see objective data. This instance even has S-Class Battle Masters, and it’s normal for White Light Person to suddenly perish midway through his upgrade.

Moreover, although everyone is randomly scattered across the map when entering the instance, the four major guilds can definitely assemble quickly.

Even if they can’t completely assemble, they can gather half, right?

No matter how powerful White Light Person is, he can’t contend with the four major guilds.

After pondering for a moment, Black Spider said: ”The mechanism of the 8th Multidimensional World must have been triggered by this White Light Person, and just this ability to discover game mechanics is incredibly valuable. When our guild members log off to rest, inform them, not to become enemies with White Light Person inside, this person is very important to us; also, let our informers in other guilds pursue him with all their might!”

Clearing a game once might be a coincidence, but now White Light Person has proven his worth once again.

Black Spider had to recruit him.

Of course, at this moment, Black Spider still did not know that she had actually met this White Light Person before.

Inside the 8th Multidimensional World.

Qing Chen panted as he crawled through the forest, like a Voldemort.

If someone looked from afar, they would not be able to tell that there was a person in the jungle.

Crawling for more than ten minutes, after getting far from the airdrop point, Qing Chen cautiously drank the potion from the airdrop box, healing his injuries.

The instance was currently a mishmash of characters, with both experts and newbies present; a single moment of carelessness could easily set off a huge thunder.

Even though those he encountered just now were all D-Class accounts or lower, they nearly sent him back to delete and restart his character.

With him currently being only E-Class, he was truly too fragile.

”The airdrop level is still quite low, just some drugs and food; I wonder when they will airdrop firearms?” Qing Chen mused. ”There will be some, but it requires waiting.”

When one’s strength is weak, firearms are actually Qing Chen’s greatest reliance.

If this Multidimensional World could airdrop a large sniper rifle, Qing Chen is confident he could eliminate thousands, then upgrading to S-Class Battle Master wouldn’t be a problem.

As the poison circle shrinks and the combat becomes more intense, the items airdropped will undoubtedly upgrade gradually.

What Qing Chen needed to do now was to cautiously develop until he could get his hands on a firearm.

He lay in the grass, feeling the newfound power and skills he had just acquired, and contemplating: in the Superconductor World, each level up granted an automatic skill.

For example, in the Thunder Deity profession, an E-Class suddenly gained a weapon Lightning Enchantment skill.

Qing Chen quietly tried it with his laser sword, feeling a strange flow of thunder slurry from his body wrapping around the weapon in his hand.

He paused for a moment, because this thunder slurry within his body wasn’t any different from what he had in the real world.

Moreover, the way this thunder slurry operated was something he could imitate, it wasn’t that difficult.

”I wonder if this method can be used in reality?” Qing Chen was a little curious. If it could be, would he—when using cloud gas for indiscriminate attacks—first wrap it around paper sheets or snowflakes, then cover it with thunder?

Who wouldn’t get bewildered when hit with that?

Also, he wondered what the subsequent skills for the Thunder Deity profession would be, and whether they could be applied to the God of Thunder technique.

If so, he needed to bring everyone who practiced the God of Thunder in the Parents’ Meeting, Daytime, Freemasonry, and Kunlun members to practice it.

Many on Whale Island had been practicing the God of Thunder, but the problem was that this thing only produced thunder slurry, and everyone didn’t know how to use it.

Qing Chen heard that at the Time Traveler’s Academy, students were persistently shouting ”Avada Kedavra,” then releasing a thunderbolt.

Some managed to zap passersby, some destroyed electronic devices in their dorms, and others, in their excitement while scrolling TikTok, accidentally destroyed their phones.

Their method of using thunder slurry was as crude and humorous as could be.