The Only Player in ‘Child of Stardust’
Chapter 169 - 123 This Time I Have No Choice but to Go on a Killing Spree

Chapter 169: Chapter 123 This Time I Have No Choice but to Go on a Killing Spree

Boom!

Zhou Yuan’s body shuddered as a violent, domineering force burst out. The young man with a crew cut, who was holding onto him, exploded on the spot, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

His arms were blown off, and his mutilated body flew backward like a cannonball, spraying blood and organs into the air.

Zhou Yuan, with quick reflexes, grabbed the Storage Ring and put it away, then looked around.

This was a vast sports field, surrounded on all sides by fully armed extraordinary persons, with an evil aura emanating from eighty percent of them.

In the air above the field, dozens of glowing spheres floated, releasing a blinding light, erasing even the shadows beneath their feet.

Clearly, they had come prepared, setting up a trap specifically for Zhou Yuan, willing to sacrifice a life to bring him here.

"Was it really necessary?" Zhou Yuan muttered helplessly.

"Hand over the Sage’s Stone, and we’ll give you a quick death," someone called out sinisterly.

"That’s not a fair deal. Over there, they promised to let me go after I hand it over. How can anyone negotiate with you under these conditions?" Zhou Yuan quickly counted the number of people present—twenty-three, from four different factions, including seven Tier-3 extraordinary persons.

To conceal his identity, he had just handed abnormality 550·Equality of All Beings to Fang Qing. Although he could quickly recall it using the Paru Ball, those three Holy Crow Church members would be endangered, likely captured by major organizations and used to force the Holy Crow Church to ransom them.

Hmm... Thinking about it that way, it wasn’t a big deal since the Holy Crow Church often did the same to others.

But recalling Fang Qing under so many watchful eyes would certainly cause unnecessary trouble.

Maybe... should I run?

Just as Zhou Yuan was about to implement the thirty-six stratagems, a system notification sounded in his ear:

[Event detected, generating task...]

[Task Name: "Exorcise Demons and Uphold the Path"]

[Task Objective: Kill all the evil extraordinary persons present within the time limit.]

[Task Time Limit: 20 minutes]

[Task Reward 1: 2300 Experience Points]

[Task Reward 2: 4600 Star Coins]

[Task Reward 3: Rare Quality Item Pack *1]

"Holy crap, a hundred Experience Points and two hundred Star Coins per head. Looks like I have no choice but to go on a killing spree." Zhou Yuan immediately changed his strategy, calculating his action plan rapidly in his mind.

"Twenty-three people, only four power-type fighters who can engage in close combat with me. If I can take out a few in an instant, I can handle them." He activated the Intermediate Mind Barrier, setting a layer of protection over his mind, as many cultists specialized in mental attacks.

The next moment, he moved, unleashing the True Dragon Breathing Skill, filling his body with overwhelming power.

With a thunderous sound slicing through the air, Zhou Yuan killed in the simplest, most brutal way—charging! Gang Qi shielded his body, energy bursting forth; driven by super speed, he was like a roaring, cargo-laden steel monstrosity.

"You’re in for a wild ride."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three cultists didn’t even have time to react before Zhou Yuan violently smashed them to pieces, their bones and flesh scattering in the air. He himself was covered in crimson, his entire body smeared with shattered organs, intestines draped around his neck like a scarf, fluttering in the wind.

Unleashing his full power, the force of a Cross-Training Master was terrifying, utterly crushing these extraordinary persons whose physical fitness was only slightly above normal.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zhou Yuan was too fast, killing three more extraordinary persons before the rest could launch their attacks.

He avoided most of the attacks with his speed, but one seemed to have a tracking effect, relentlessly pursuing him.

Zhou Yuan pulled out the Steel Rose and fired several shots, emptying the magazine.

Two Demon-Breaking Bullets hit the pursuing Ghostly Cursed Soul precisely, the purification power exploding and dispersing it in an instant.

The remaining bullets flew toward nearby extraordinary persons, some hitting, some dodging.

"Boo-hoo!"

Suddenly, a mournful, eerie flute sound arose. Zhou Yuan groaned, his body halting for a moment.

He felt a tearing pain in his internal organs, which grew more intense as the flute sound continued.

On the system panel, his health began to slowly decrease.

The flute’s sound created a special vibration frequency with a terrifying decomposing power, hard to defend against.

Zhou Yuan quickly locked onto the flutist—a young woman in a gray dress with a beautiful face and cold eyes.

[Extraordinary Men and Women who practice the path of sound are rare, and those who can cultivate deadly techniques like this are even rarer. Do not let her complete this tune.]

Zhou Yuan activated the Ghost Walker skill, but his body wavered, and the next moment, the flute sound forced him out of the ghost state. Realizing he was in trouble, four power-type extraordinary persons immediately surrounded him.

Two burly men practiced the same system—one with bronze-colored skin, the other with silver-white skin, both shiny and smooth.

Another was a gaunt man with dark, dry skin, like skin and bones, but incredibly powerful. With one punch, he caused thunder to explode and wind to spread, making Zhou Yuan take several steps back.

The last one, a scantily clad woman with a Qiong Qi tattoo on her back, wielded a katana, her blade aiming for Zhou Yuan with menacing evil Qi, tangling in the air.

Bang!

The high-pitched sound of steel grinding erupted. Tang Qingsha was taken aback; her blade was extremely sharp, sealed with part of the Qiong Qi’s ferocity, capable of cutting through most weapons...

Her eyes constricted as she realized that Zhou Yuan was holding... a wrench?!

The next moment, Tang Qingsha felt an immense force transmitted through the weapon—Zhou Yuan’s internal energy.

Her eyes turned ruthless. She immediately retreated to counteract, not allowing the internal energy to wreak further havoc in her body. In a moment, the skin on her hand exploded, flesh mangling and bones exposed.

Behind her, the Qiong Qi tattoo’s eyes glowed blood red. Tang Qingsha’s pupils and hair roots gradually turned red, filled with wild demonic energy and ferocity. Her shattered hand’s flesh regenerated rapidly.

She gripped the katana tightly, about to rejoin the fray when a mist of blood burst before her eyes.

The bronze-skinned man had his chest blown apart by Zhou Yuan’s punch, his back torn open, bones, and organs erupting in a high-speed spray.

The bone fragments were like shrapnel from a grenade, their flight angles calculated by Zhou Yuan, piercing precisely into the bodies of four cultists.

Two were hit in the heart and brain, dying instantly, while the other two dodged in time, avoiding fatal injuries.

In less than two minutes, nine of the twenty-three were dead, leaving the remaining fourteen drenched in sweat.

The divination had revealed that Zhou Yuan had the Sage’s Stone, and bringing it back to their organization promised rich rewards, making mid-tier promotion achievable.

Driven by this tempting reward, they were willing to risk their lives. Otherwise, no one would dare face this monster, only to die pointlessly.

But the current battle made many consider retreating.

Their preparations seemed useless...

Zhou Yuan hadn’t even used the Shadow System abilities; his martial prowess alone had already killed nearly half of them!

"Hold him off with everything you’ve got!"

A mature woman next to the gray-dressed flutist, responsible for protecting her, gritted her teeth and loudly reminded everyone. The two looked somewhat similar, possibly sisters.

"Once she finishes the tune, he will surely die!" The mature woman didn’t voice this thought, but her eyes glinted with a vengeful look at Zhou Yuan, as if she held a deep hatred for him.

More accurately, it was a transferred hatred toward the Holy Crow Church’s Saint Heir.