Chapter 99

"AAAAAAAA! Save me! Come and save me!"

Accompanied by a desperate scream, Fei Jie, in a panic, rushed out of the ogre courtyard in Northern厄运 (Misfortune).

Behind her, the second boss, Guard Fingus, was hot on her heels.

"Ah... How many times have I told you that with your current capacity, you can't control it for long. Why don't you listen? This is the how many times it has escaped halfway through?"

Seeing this familiar scene, Alan sighed helplessly, stood up from the ground, and immediately drew his bow, channeling a large amount of念力 (Nen) into the silver arrow.

Especially the "Super Destruction Arrow" he had plundered from Wogin and improved, after a few seconds of charging, it instantly released a terrifying aura of destruction.

Just as it was about to reach the critical point, he finally gently released his fingers.

The next second...

BOOM!

With a loud explosion!

Guard Fingus instantly disintegrated into pieces, turning into a shower of blood and flesh, drenching Fei Jie in red.

Clearly, with the increase in capacity and the terrifying power of the "Super Destruction Arrow," a small boss like this in a five-person dungeon could be instantly killed with just one shot, breaking its health limit.

This meant that the damage of that arrow had far exceeded 24,000 points.

Even in Molten Core, where the boss's health ranges from 350,000 to 1,000,000, it was more than enough, even to the point of being excessive.

However, considering that his small team only had three people, and the main tank, Bodoro, might not last long, Alan had to kill the boss in a very short time, or there would be a risk of failure.

Most importantly, he was not only the sole output but also had to handle healing, logistics, and dispelling debuffs...

Just thinking about it made him feel exhausted...

No wonder every time the team was short of people or lacked certain roles, the team leader would sigh in the guild channel, lamenting "the decline of human nature" and "if this happened in the past, I would do this and that." Now he finally had a bit of empathy.

Even more regrettable was that he couldn't publicly recruit more Nen users like in the game; he could only slowly find suitable candidates to gradually strengthen his small team.

"Ugh—Damn it! So disgusting! Can you not make it so bloody?"

Fei Jie shook off a piece of ogre intestine, gagging and gritting her teeth as she complained.

After three days in the real world and thirty days in the dungeon, with the help of a small amount of leather armor, her capacity had increased several times. Moreover, the ability "180 Points Love Slave" was no longer limited to human males but covered all male humanoid creatures.

Whether it was the ogres in Un'Goro or the orcs and trolls in Blackrock Tower, this woman could kiss them without hesitation, completely刷新 (refreshing) Alan's worldview and limits.

To some extent, her mental strength was not just strong, but extremely strong.

After gagging for a while, Fei Jie finally couldn't help but suggest, "Let's call it a day? I want to take a shower immediately! And brush my teeth thoroughly! These fat bastards' mouths are really stinky."

"Sure!"

Alan smiled and nodded, immediately leading her through the vortex-shaped portal at the dungeon entrance.

Instantly!

The two of them found themselves back in the room at the inn.

Without a word, Fei Jie rushed into the bathroom, stripped off her clothes, turned on the shower, and started frantically applying soap to her body while brushing her teeth vigorously, as if she had developed a severe case of OCD.

But it was understandable...

Players controlling virtual characters through a screen naturally couldn't smell anything, but after personally entering the dungeon, Alan had experienced all sorts of indescribable odors.

There were the foul, death, and decay smells of Stratholm and the School of Necromancy, as well as the pungent, sweaty, and heavy body odors of the upper and lower levels of Blackrock Tower.

But one thing was certain: places where ogres, orcs, trolls, and ghouls gathered were absolute disaster zones for the nose, and even just being near them was a torture.

Not to mention Fei Jie had kissed them mouth-to-mouth.

Listening to the continuous sound of water from the bathroom, Alan couldn't help but sigh, "I hope she doesn't develop any psychological shadows or mental illnesses because of this."

Just as he finished speaking!

Bodoro suddenly pushed open the door and walked in from the next room, reporting directly, "Qido from the Twelve just called, saying she wants to meet you as soon as possible."

"Oh? Time and place?"

Alan quickly picked up his phone from the bedside table and indeed found a call record from over an hour ago.

"Tonight, at a regular restaurant about a fifteen-minute drive from here. Here's the address; I've already checked it for you." Bodoro quickly handed over a piece of paper with small writing.

"Got it! Tonight, you stay and help Fei Jie with her basic training. If everything goes well, we can advance to Molten Core in a day or two." Alan quickly made the necessary adjustments and arrangements.

He was almost certain that this "Sister Dog" coming in person was to share the results of the "Life Essence" research and possibly ask for more to conduct further experiments.

After all, a single Life Essence was only the size of a palm and could be used for only a dozen or so experiments before being depleted.

For the modern medical system, which often conducts thousands or even tens of thousands of experiments, that amount was barely enough to fill a tooth gap.

"Really? We're finally going to challenge those powerful leaders?" Bodoro's eyes widened with unhidden excitement.

"Yes! There are less than four months left until the end of the year, and I hope to obtain some equipment support and then challenge President Netero to personally experience the almost impossible to dodge attacks of the Hundred-Armed Kannon."

As he said this, Alan's expression became incredibly serious and earnest.

To be precise, everything he had done since obtaining his Hunter License was to prepare for this goal.

"Challenging the strongest Nen user in the world? Just thinking about it makes my blood boil! Please allow me to watch the battle!" Bodoro clenched his fists and excitedly made the request.

But Alan shook his head with a smile, "No! I'm not just trying to defeat that stubborn old man; I also want to confirm my current position. Additionally, I have some ideas that I need to verify in this battle and decide my future path. These are more important than just winning or losing."

"Not for victory?" Bodoro clearly didn't understand.

In his view, the purpose of a battle was to defeat the opponent and win.

A battle without a winner or loser had no value or meaning!

Not just him, but most martial artists in this world also adhered to this creed.

First, identify an opponent, then find a way to defeat them.

President Netero could sit on the throne of the strongest Nen user in the world because of this constant challenge and surpassing.

But once he became the strongest, he quickly lost his goal, and his strength no longer grew.

However, in Alan's view, this approach was too extreme and had significant flaws and hidden dangers, equivalent to setting a maximum limit and ceiling for oneself.

He didn't need to surpass anyone; just continuously surpassing himself was enough.

Now, be stronger than the past!

In the future, be stronger than the present!

Only in this way could a person continuously improve without end!

Because self-transcendence is often the most difficult.

So each time it is completed, it is equivalent to a qualitative leap from quantitative change.

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