blueteamnovel Chapter 44 44: Godslayer
Chapter 44 44: Godslayer
ShatteredCrown: "Holy crap! Dear Master, why didn't you tell me there was something this good on sale?"
Orson sighed with a wry smile. "I knew you'd ask. I saved a knight's set for you. Put it on your sweetheart, and she'll be invincible."
ShatteredCrown: "Hehe, Master, you understand me so well!"
Orson felt a chill and said, "The Wanderer Set went for a mountain of gold. I'll give you the knight's set at half price."
ShatteredCrown: "Love you, mwah mwah..."
Orson: "Scram."
Just then, a message popped up from Bradley.
Bradley: "Damn it, just look at my level now!"
Bradley's voice came through like he'd swallowed a bomb.
Orson opened his friends list, blinked, and asked, "Level 3? Are you trying to let that Holy Sword Saint kill you until you hit zero?"
Bradley: "Don't bother me. I can still die 20 more times, and I swear I'll seize my last chance! I'm gonna keep... no, I'm gonna destroy him!"
Bradley's shouting devolved into gibberish. Orson scratched his head, suspecting Bradley was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
"Alright, fine. Let me lend you a hand."
Orson casually lobbed a [Explosive Fireball] into a cluster of trolls. The fiery orb detonated like a miniature sun.
-1233!
Critical hit: -2466!
-4130!
...
This magic was essentially an upgraded [Burst Fireball]: short cooldown, high damage, but with a slow trajectory, making it easy for agile targets to dodge.
Bradley: "No amount of help can fix this! You have no idea how insane that old dog is!"
Bradley was gearing up for another rant when he suddenly froze. His inbox had just filled with rows of skill books:
- C-rank Battle Skill: Wind Thunder Step
- B-rank Battle Skill: Endless Slash
- D-rank Battle Skill: Flying Dragon Strike
...
A total of 21 skill books.
Including the mission rewards for each monster wave, his total gains were staggering.
Yet Orson still wasn't satisfied. He needed even more points to meet the requirements for the hidden Four-Element Mage quest.
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"Breaking news! Demon Emperor just spent 13,000 gold on the Wanderer Set!"
"Thirteen million dollars on gear? Demon Emperor's wealth rivals Usher's!"
The auction for the [Wanderer Set] had concluded.
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Orson opened his mailbox to find a notification.
The sound of coins clinking filled the air as he received 11,700 gold, post-transaction fees.
"Holy... that's a lot of money," Orson muttered, momentarily overwhelmed.
For top guilds like Slaughter, such spending was routine. For Orson, it was surreal. With the [Orc Heretic] title boosting his drop rates, he had farmed the set in just a few hours—a feat that would take others months of coordinated grinding.
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The value of his loot wasn't limited to gold coins. His inventory included:
- Over 1,000 green-tier items for Level 15–25 players, which could sell for about 30 silver each (totaling 300 gold).
- 300 blue-tier items, priced at 10–20 gold each, ideal for arming elite guild players.
These items were worth far more than their individual prices—they could tip the scales of the upcoming Guild Base War.
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Satisfied, Orson turned his attention to a different goal. He opened the in-game store and selected [Guild Base War Slot].
"You are about to spend 5,000 gold. Confirm?"
Taking a deep breath, Orson clicked Confirm.
"You have obtained a Guild Token. Please name your guild."
Orson paused briefly, then said, "Godslayer."
Not Demon Slayer, but Godslayer.
A fierce gleam flashed in his eyes. Orson knew the truth—humanity was nothing but a weapon forged by the gods, mere pawns in a celestial game.
The gods themselves were the architects of the apocalypse.
Gods or demons, it didn't matter. As long as Orson lived, he vowed to slay every last one of them.