Global Game: I, the Necromancer, am the scourge

Chapter 42: Blasting the Boss is as Easy as

Drinking Water

Translator: 549690339

Shen Yurou could never have anticipated the explosion would be this powerful, blowing the BOSS into pieces, even splattering her with its remains.

At that moment, Shen Yurou vomited as the world spun around her, weakly collapsing to the ground.

In her heart, she had already classified Zi Liyuan as a scumbag, even to the extent of wanting to bite off a piece of his flesh!

It was he who had told her that a close-range explosion was necessary for better control and to avoid mistakes!

As for the various system prompts that were ringing in her ears, Shen Yurou was too lazy to pay any attention.

Only when the ten-minute dungeon timer was nearly up did she struggle to get up and collect the BOSS’S dropped items into her backpack.

When she appeared in the dungeon space within the altar, her level had finally risen to Level 10 as she had hoped.

Exiting the altar, Shen Yurou’s complexion was pale, and her beautiful eyes stared lifelessly at Zi Liyuan who was waiting for her.

If looks could kill, Zi Liyuan would now surely have been stabbed countless times, riddled with wounds-at the very least, he’d be reduced to a bloody pulp.

“The world is cruel, if you can’t withstand bloody scenes, you may not go far on the path of a battle professional,” said Zi Liyuan, as if he hadn’t seen the murderous look in Shen Yurou’s eyes, and just kept talking to himself.

“Rest assured, I can handle it!” Shen Yurou said hoarsely, her gaze shifting slightly, but the look of wanting to knife him remained unchanged.

“Good, how’s your ammo holding up?” he asked.

“I’ve used up a fifth, no problem handling another dungeon,” she replied.

“Alright, next choose the Level 20 rare dungeon ‘Goblin Tribe.’ The last BOSS will be a bit troublesome, just maintain your distance and don’t let it get close, he instructed.

“Okay… thank you…” she said.

Nodding and giving Zi Liyuan a deep look, Shen Yurou entered the altar space

once more.

Compared to the Level 10 dungeon, the monsters in the Level 20 dungeon were stronger, but still no match for Shen Yurou’s dual guns and bombs.

She blasted her way through, only stopping when she got to the final BOSS.

[Big Goblin (Rare BOSS)]

[Level]: Level 20

[Attributes]: Physical Damage 60, Physical Defense 20, Health 5000.

[Skills]: Double Slash, Heavy Strike, Cleave, Bloodthirsty Fury

Just a 10-level increase, and the health had quintupled, making this BOSS a challenge to tackle.

“No wonder Zi Liyuan cautioned me about the last BOSS, but still, it’s just got higher defense and a longer health bar. A few more bombs and it’ll blow up into bits just the same,” she mused.

The previous Big Goblin BOSS’S pathetic death gave Shen Yurou plenty of confidence.

Each bomb was guaranteed to deal at least 80 points of damage, so 62 green-quality bombs should do the trick.

However, now at Level 10, with 23 Spirit points, she could control 23 bombs to explode at once.

There were 43 [Green-quality Timer Bombs] left; detonating them all at once would result in 3440 damage.

She had 10 [Blue-quality Detonator Bombs], with damage ranging between 300 and 400, guaranteed to inflict at least 2800 damage.

The [Silver-quality High-Explosive Fragmentation Bombs] numbered too, each with damage between 500 and 800; only 10 were absolutely needed to kill the BOSS.

Without any hesitation, she took out 10 silver-quality bombs.

She grabbed a shovel, dug little pits, buried the bombs, and even artistically shaped the little pits into the form of a chrysanthemum.

Checking status, she slightly lifted her two guns and fired “bang bang” at the Goblin Boss’s head.

Watching the “-40” critical damage float above the Boss’s head, Shen Yurou was already thinking about how to craft a Mark II version of her pistols.

As her level increased, these Level 1 blue-quality handguns, aside from handling minor monsters, could no longer keep pace with the speed of her strength improvement.

Just a slight distraction was enough for the Goblin Boss to charge at Shen Yurou, its huge two-handed sword already raised over its head, ready to viciously hack down on her.

Unfortunately, as good as its intentions were, reality was quite unforgiving.

“Bye-bye-”

In a “boom” of explosion, heat waves rolled, dirt splattered, and countless bronze-yellow bullets shot out from the blast, shredding the Boss into pieces in an instant!

Once again splattered with blood and gore, this time Shen Yurou wasn’t startled but calmly wiped the bloody shreds from her face.

Having been through it once, her mental resilience had greatly increased; aside from some discomfort, she was able to suppress the rising nausea.

Cleaning off the blood and gore, she cleared the battlefield, picked up the Boss’s loot, then exited the dungeon.

11 P.M., the altar square was still bustling. Zi Liyuan certainly wasn t waiting around foolishly; instead, he watched those setting up stalls or holding auctions.

Unfortunately, there was nothing appealing enough to catch his eye.

“Zi Liyuan, so you’re here?”

“Not bad, Level 14 now. Do you need to resupply your ammo? The dungeon resets at midnight’, you could run it two more times.

From Awakening Day to the college entrance exam, there were only seven days left, and now it was the third day. Shen Yurou reaching Level 14 had already caught up with the average player.

In the following fourth day, pushing her level up to Level 20 and completing her first class change would allow her to catch up with the tail end of those genius players.

With some effort, it wasn’t impossible for her to rank within the top hundred in the Jiangnan Province college entrance exam and have the opportunity to participate in Dragon Academy’s assessment.

Moreover, she had an advantage: since Mechanics were categorized as a lifestyle profession, the assessment standards were lower than those for combat professions by one tier!

In an underground room somewhere in White Crane City.

The curvy assassin stood respectfully to one side, while not far in front of him sat a person in black, holding a document for review.

“Suspected of holding a Level 20 wild dungeon, orphaned birth, parents unknown, a top student, a Necromancer with a substantial amount of unexplained wealth—a rare talent indeed.

The voice of the person in black was extremely indifferent, devoid of any emotional fluctuations even when offering praise.

“Send the Shadow Stinger third squad to lie in wait near the target’s residence, ready to capture at any moment. Shadow, take the detection device with you and sneak into White Crane Academy. Get details on the target’s equipment, and don’t cause trouble at White Crane Academy.

The person in black tapped the document with a finger, emphasizing the last sentence.

The old immortals of White Crane Academy are not to be trifled with, as they represent the open power ceiling of Blue Star, being powerhouses who’ve broken through to the fifth tier at Level 120.

The value of a wild dungeon lies in its output. A Level 20 dungeon has a minimum value of over a hundred million, and if there are any top-quality special products, the value could even exceed ten billion.

As the first person to clear the dungeon, the chance of getting high-value loot and rare drops is greatest, so the equipment on Zi Liyuan’s body could reflect some of the dungeon’s value.

This would affect how the person in black treated him, whether he would spend a lot of resources to recruit him or destroy this yet-to-grow genius.

“Too bad, why did it have to be a profession related to death?”

The person in black shookhis head. Death-related professions were very powerful, but the risks in training them were even greater.

In recent years, all death profession practitioners trained by the Nine Great Divine States Academy who entered the Sea of Realms had been wiped out, without exception.

Their organization, lacking the abundant resources of the nine academies, could hardly bear the pain of losing a single practitioner sent to the Sea of Realms, so they did not train practitioners in death-related professions.