Finally Someone Comes To Die

Moonlight fell on the ground like a cold blanket of snow, and the smell of blood in the air thickened.

In the minutes following Bai Yiyuan's speech, the candidates had prepared for battle. They weren't auxiliary fighters, they were all combatants—warriors, mages, and archers. The knights stood at the front, their shields raised, followed by mages and archers who steeled themselves behind. The knights held onto their beliefs: if anyone tried to harm their comrades, they'd have to walk over their corpses first.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Not bad at all," a chilling voice echoed through the oppressive night. "But it's a pity—you're all going to die."

Laughter followed the voice, dark and mocking. "One hour is more than enough to kill you all. Such a waste I can't take your corpses back. Young flesh and blood is the most... delicious."

The twisted laughter, combined with the eerie glow of the blood-red moon, sent shivers down everyone's spine. Lin Moyu's expression hardened in disgust. He despised cowards who hid in the shadows.

Beside him, Xia Xue's face turned pale, and she instinctively moved closer to him, seeking some semblance of security. Not just her—many around them were visibly shaken, their faces betraying fear.

"They're coming!" someone shouted from the back.

A massive figure appeared under the blood moon, its silhouette bathed in the crimson light. Immediately, detection spells flew toward it, casting a dim glow that revealed its identity.

[Filin Orc Warrior (Abyssal Infestation)] [Level: 19]

A wave of realization swept through the candidates as someone shouted, "The battle space has a level limit! Monsters can't be higher than level 19!"

As the news spread, the tension in the air lightened, if only briefly. Some candidates even began to chuckle nervously. "So that's it! They're just level 19. Nothing to be afraid of—we've got numbers..."

But the words died in his throat as more figures emerged from the shadows, one after another, until a swarm of over a hundred creatures stood under the blood moon. They were all level 19, their bodies twisted and grotesque from the abyssal infection.

Each beast stood three meters tall, exuding a terrifying aura, their claws dripping with corruption. The ground trembled beneath their heavy steps as they began advancing toward the candidates.

"They're all level 19..." Xia Xue's voice trembled, her grip tightening on Lin Moyu's sleeve. "What do we do?"

Lin Moyu's gaze darkened. "Judging by their size and power, these aren't ordinary monsters. They've been enhanced. But they're still beatable."

He rarely spoke so much, but it seemed he wanted to calm Xia Xue. His words, however, had the opposite effect. Xia Xue's face drained of color. "Enhanced? You mean like the monsters in the nightmare dungeons?"

Lin Moyu's lips curled into a slight smile, as a sudden thought occurred to him. "If they've been mutated by the abyss, does that mean... there might be experience points for killing them?"

His eyes gleamed with a dangerous curiosity as he assessed the approaching horde. Could these creatures be his key to advancing?

The monsters continued their slow, menacing approach, almost as if toying with their prey, relishing the fear they instilled. A low, mocking voice echoed from the abyss once again.

"Are you scared? You should be. These monsters have been empowered by my abyssal magic. Each one is an enhanced elite. The number isn't large, only 100 of them. That should be enough for you all, right? One for each of you."

The voice cackled, taunting them. "Shall we make this interesting? A competition, perhaps? The winner lives. The loser... well, you know how that ends."

Fear spread like wildfire. The candidates, many only eighteen years old, had never faced anything like this. Their formations broke, and they began retreating in panic. The battle lines, so hastily formed, crumbled as students stumbled backward.

Wang Zihao's face was ashen, his legs trembling. Even the holy swordsman Feng Xiu, though he stood firm, was clearly shaken. Zuo Mei, dagger in hand, was ready to fight to the death, her determination unwavering.

Amid the chaos, Lin Moyu moved.

Click! Crack!

His skeleton warriors clattered into action, surging forward, their hollow eyes glowing. Lin Moyu followed them, his expression resolute.

"What are you doing? Come back!" Xia Xue shouted, her voice tinged with panic. "Why do you always charge ahead without a word?"

She stomped her foot in frustration but followed him anyway, unwilling to leave him on his own.

Lin Moyu's voice cut through the din, low and firm. "Stay back."

Xia Xue hesitated, her heart torn. "No! I won't."

He didn't argue further. It didn't matter if she followed; she wouldn't change anything.

The sight of Lin Moyu advancing toward the abyssal monsters caught the attention of the others. "Is that guy crazy?"

"He's going in alone!"

"No, look! He's got an army of skeletons. Is he a summoner?"

A flurry of detection spells identified his class.

[Lin Moyu, Level 16, Necromancer]

"A necromancer? I've never heard of that before."

"Must be a new class. What do we do? Should we go with him?"

A dozen candidates steeled themselves and rushed forward, joining Lin Moyu's charge. Feng Xiu and Zuo Mei were among them, eyes burning with resolve.

Even if they had to die, they would die fighting like soldiers.

The abyssal demon's mocking laughter echoed once more. "Oh? Brave souls, at last! Come, let me see if your courage tastes as sweet as your flesh."

Lin Moyu remained unfazed. His skeletons surged ahead, ready for the bloodshed to come.