Online Game Era: Hundred Times Reward
Chapter 13 - Killer God!

Chapter 13: Killer God!

“What the hell kind of damage is that? I totally don’t get it!”

“Over 300 attack damage? Even with a skill, his base stats must be close to 200, right?”

“And he’s only level 1? How the hell is that even possible…”

“Did any of you notice that the longbow in his hand looks really high-tier?”

“Duh, where do you think that 300-plus attack came from if not a top-tier weapon?”

A few solo players stood by watching the show. The way he killed—almost like an art performance—actually made it visually pleasing to them.

At that moment, a large group of Chaoge players arrived after hearing the commotion. Leading the group were high-level players around Lv7.

Jiang Chen furrowed his brows slightly as he looked at the encirclement in front of him. He estimated that there were at least several hundred people.

He wasn’t scared—just felt it would be a waste of time to kill so many.

But the Chaoge Guild players clearly didn’t realize what they were up against. One by one, they shouted furiously, vowing to tear Jiang Chen to pieces.

“You’ve got the nerve to mess with our Chaoge Guild? I wanna see which god sent you!”

The guild leader, Chaoge Zhou Wang, spoke with intense fury.

Soon, he arrived on the battlefield and immediately saw Jiang Chen confidently holding a longbow.

He hadn’t even spoken yet when the guild players behind him started spewing venom.

“Yo, he’s just a level 1 noob…”

“This is interesting. A level 1 player killed over thirty of us? Must’ve had help!”

“Don’t kid yourself. If that egg-squatting freak over there can kill anyone, I’ll eat my damn sword.”

“Hahaha, those rotten yams and stinky bird eggs totally pissed themselves when they saw us—no way they killed anyone!”

“And this guy’s not even running?”

“To be that full of himself… if he’s not mentally challenged, he’s gotta be crippled! Hahahaha…”

The Chaoge Guild players wore sneering smiles, already seeing Jiang Chen as dead meat—just a matter of time before they crushed him.

But at this moment, Chaoge Zhou Wang’s eyes were fixed on Jiang Chen’s longbow, “Wind Spirit · Longbow”.

The bow had blue-green engravings that were clearly not ordinary. The exquisite craftsmanship far surpassed the bronze gear he’d seen. Could it be…

A silver-tier weapon?!

A sudden thought flashed through Zhou Wang’s mind, and greed immediately twisted his expression.

Looking at the red-to-purple color of Jiang Chen’s name, Zhou Wang was overjoyed.

In Hope World, the higher a player’s Sin Value, the higher their drop rate. With a name redder than crimson, this guy was sure to drop that beautiful longbow upon death!

And the guy was only Level 1—this was a gift from the heavens!

Excited beyond belief, Chaoge Zhou Wang shouted at the top of his lungs:

“Kill him! Whoever takes him down gets a 50,000 yuan reward!”

“What?! Fifty grand?!”

“Damn, is this guy made of gold?”

“I want that 50k—nobody get in my damn way!”

The moment they heard that killing a Level 1 player would earn them 50,000 yuan, every Chaoge Guild player was fired up.

“You loner brat, come over here and die already!”

“That 50k is mine!”

“Who the hell shoved me?! I lost my damn edge!”

A mob of Chaoge Guild players rushed forward, roaring with excitement.

Many among them were poor players. To them, 50,000 yuan was a life-changing sum.

At this point, even if Jiang Chen were level 10 or 20, there was no stopping their frenzy.

They charged like madmen, all concern for life or death thrown aside.

Chaoge Zhou Wang met Jiang Chen’s gaze and locked eyes with him. A smug smile appeared on his lips, as if to say:

“Kid, that silver weapon is as good as mine!”

But…

The next second, his eyes widened in shock.

-349!

-377!

Two massive damage numbers floated into the air.

Two cloth-armored Chaoge Guild players dropped to the ground as soulless corpses.

“What the hell?! How is his attack that high?!”

Even Chaoge Zhou Wang—wealthy and familiar with countless great items—was utterly stunned.

Their top guild combatant only had about 130 attack, and that was after sinking hundreds of thousands into bronze gear and full offensive builds.

Yet this Level 1 Lone Ranger had over 300 attack. If he hadn’t seen it himself, he wouldn’t have believed it in a million years.

But the shock quickly turned into wild joy—Zhou Wang was trembling with excitement.

That bow had to be a gold-tier weapon, even stronger than silver. Otherwise, such damage was impossible.

If they could get their hands on that weapon, the Chaoge Guild could become the world’s top guild, always having first access to the best resources, permanently staying ahead.

It was a fantasy come true—something he’d only dared to dream of before.

Once the game turned virtually real, their family could become not just a national power—but a global dominator.

“That golden longbow is mine!”

Zhou Wang clenched his fists tightly.

But sadly, that was just a beautiful fantasy.

“Swish! Swish! Swish!”

Arrows glowing with white elemental light rained down one after another, striking player after player.

-333!

-696!

-337!

-312!

…

At this moment, Jiang Chen had become a cold-blooded executioner, mowing down Chaoge Guild players in waves.

Cloth-armored classes were instantly killed. Even tanky shield warriors could barely take one arrow—before the next one finished them off.

“What the hell?! Isn’t he level 1? How’s he faster than me at level 6?!”

“Forget speed—his damage is insane! One shot and the cloth classes are iced like it’s nothing!”

“This kid is a total freak. Maybe he’s secretly a boss in disguise!”

“I don’t care if he’s a god or a ghost. I want that 50k!”

“Damn right. People in the real world are starving—no way I’m passing up 50k. KILL HIM!”

They charged in, heedless of death.

In the real world, many of them were starving—close to death. At this point, they couldn’t afford hesitation.

If they got the 50,000 yuan, they could survive until the ‘otherworld arrival’. Otherwise, who knew where they’d rot away.

Meanwhile, Jiang Chen’s expression was icy. He drank a Level 2 Mana Potion while retreating, then continued firing arrows relentlessly—no mercy, no hesitation.

He, too, had been poor before today. Just like them, he had nearly starved to death.

But everyone makes their own choices. If we’re enemies—then only one of us walks away.

In a battle between enemies—it’s either you die, or I do.