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"Join us, and never betray us." The oath they had once sworn as teammates still echoed in his ears. Now, it sounded nothing but bitterly ironic. John's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the teammates who were pinning his limbs to the altar little by little. Among them were several people whose lives John had once saved. And yet now, without the slightest hesitation, they drove sealing spikes into his body. The cold-blooded indifference on their faces chilled him to the bone. Guild Leader Sein fiddled with the ring on his finger and smiled. "John, don't blame us. This opportunity to advance an S-rank talent to SS-rank was something I worked very hard to obtain. Lord God requires us to sacrifice an A-rank awakener, so I really had no choice." No choice? Then why don't you sacrifice yourself? Bastard! Sein, you bastard! John's mouth was sealed shut. Only beastlike growls could escape his throat, while the hatred in his eyes was so intense it seemed ready to bleed. Sein looked down at him from above, his gaze indifferent. "Stop struggling, John. The racial war has gone on this long. An A-rank assassin like you has no value anymore. Rather than continue wasting resources raising you, it's better to use your worthless life to let me advance to SS-rank. To die at the hands of Lord God… your life will at least have been worth something." Lord God… John forced his head up and looked toward the so-called god. It was no god at all, but an indescribable monstrosity stitched together from flesh and meat, covered in countless eyes. At that moment, it hovered in the air like a diner waiting for its meal, calmly anticipating the sacrifice that was John. "Begin." Sein waved his hand and gave the order. "I'll do it, Guild Leader!" The warrior Kaer stepped forward on his own initiative, pulling out a dagger. The moment John saw him, his eyes nearly split with rage. Kaer. The disciple he had raised with his own hands. When Kaer had still been a rookie, John had saved him more than once. In daily life, the man had always acted loyal and respectful, calling him "Master" at every turn. And now, that beloved disciple was walking forward with a dagger in hand, shamelessly stepping up to murder his own teacher! John stared at Kaer, roaring in his heart. Bastard! Traitor! A bunch of lowly vermin! Pffft! With a savage grin, Kaer sliced open his chest. His heart was carved out alive. The piercing pain was so unbearable that John wished he could die on the spot. "Lord God above!" Kaer held up the still-beating heart with both hands in reverence. The grotesque creature lowered a tentacle, wrapped it around the heart, and swallowed it whole. Amid the frenzied, excited cheers of the people around him, John's consciousness gradually blurred and sank into darkness. … "Ugh!" John jolted awake and found himself sitting on the rooftop of a high-rise building. The night breeze was gentle, and the clamor of the city washed over him. Everything felt both familiar and strangely distant. As his gaze swept around, one familiar and hateful face after another came into view. Sein. Kaer… The guild members were all sitting not far away, drinking and laughing together. John instinctively touched his chest. There was no wound. His heartbeat was strong and steady. I'm not dead? I'm still alive! Realizing this, John abruptly looked up. Above his head, a crimson countdown timer hung in the air, glaringly conspicuous. [00:29:47] This was… the game countdown? Holy shit! I've been reborn to before the server launch?! In his previous life, it had been on this very rooftop that he entered the game called Apocalypse together with his guild members! In the corner, the blond-haired mage Pierre stared at the steadily shrinking numbers in the air and asked, "Hey, everyone, this countdown's been hanging there for two years. Now it's finally about to hit zero. If what it says is true, and the game really descends into reality, the whole world's already split into four major factions over this. Which one should we join?" Vice Guild Leader Ham picked up the conversation. "Personally, I kind of like the Order Faction. The old order made life too exhausting. Maybe a new order will make things easier. My second choice would be the Rebellion Faction. Who knows? Maybe if the game descends, aliens really will invade. Anyway, there's no way I'd ever choose those lunatics in the Cult Faction who worship the game as a god." Nearby, the shield warrior Hansen shook his head. "Both the Order Faction and the Rebellion Faction are too extreme. Better to choose the Evolution Faction instead. I really like their theory. Imagine working out inside the game and having your arm circumference grow a whole size every day. Just thinking about it feels awesome!" Bang! A beer can came flying over and smacked into silent John's forehead. The yellow-haired Pierre sneered. "Weren't you usually pretty talkative? Why are you mute now?" John's gaze swept over the group, calm to an almost frightening degree, making everyone feel a chill in their hearts. In a hoarse voice, he asked, "Can it make money?" After a few brief seconds of silence, the whole group instantly burst into laughter. "That's so John." "Hahaha, well said! Aren't we here to make money in the first place?" "Who cares about all those damn factions? If the world's ending anyway, we'll work for whoever pays the most!" Guild Leader Sein also laughed and shook his head. Rising with his glass in hand, he said, "Come on! For money, for Opportunists—cheers!!!" Everyone raised their drinks, and the noisy atmosphere resumed. Opportunists was the name of their guild. At first, John had joined them for one reason only: money. There was no moral coercion here, no fake sentiment, no human obligations. Everything was about profit! John had once believed that where everything was driven purely by self-interest, betrayal would have no place. But the moment he recalled what had happened in his previous life, hatred surged through him like a tidal wave. He wanted nothing more than to kill every last one of these scum immediately. In his previous life, every time the guild took on a dangerous mission, Guild Leader Sein would always claim that "the capable should do more" and send John to take the lead! Every time, the lion's share of the rewards ended up in Sein's private pocket! The advancement materials John had obtained through life-and-death struggle were redistributed to Sein's trusted lackeys under the pretense of "centralized allocation." Even the one and only chance John ever had to advance his talent to S-rank was lost because the key item had been secretly swapped out! From beginning to end, this guild had never treated John as a human being. To them, he was nothing more than a dog they could cast aside at any time, a blade held in the hand! In his previous life, John had worked tirelessly and endured everything. By the middle stage of the game, he had finally glimpsed a sliver of hope for his future— and then, in the very next moment, these beasts offered him up as a sacrifice on the altar for some so-called advancement opportunity, cut open his chest, and tore out his heart! Old hatred and fresh hatred surged together in that instant. John's eyes burned red as he swept his gaze across every face around him. In this life, I'll make every one of you repay your blood debt in blood! Just then, the countdown in the sky reached zero. In an instant, heaven and earth changed violently. All scenery flattened at astonishing speed. High-rises, crowds, mountains, rivers—everything became like sheets of paper laid out flat. All color and sound vanished completely. Darkness swallowed John's vision, and he lost all sensation. [The game has descended into the real world!] [Initializing game interface…] John opened his eyes. Before him was the familiar game login screen. A goddess in white robes looked at him with a smile. Her delicate lips parted as she spoke: "Welcome to the Age of Apocalypse, my warrior. I shall grant you supreme strength." The goddess lifted her staff, and light poured down over John's entire body. [Drawing talent…] However, in the very next moment, the goddess's smile froze. Her figure suddenly shattered, and a line of scarlet text appeared. [Detected temporal turbulence within the player. Restarting the game…] Before John could react, another panel appeared before his eyes. [Congratulations, Host, on awakening the Supreme Modification System.] [This system can use System Points to modify game values.] [For every second you survive, you automatically gain 1 System Point.] John was utterly shocked. A system that could modify game values? Wasn't that basically the same as using cheats outright?! Just as John was overcome with ecstasy, the game interface returned to normal, and the Goddess of Light once again cast down divine radiance. [Drawing talent…] [Congratulations, player. You have awakened the SSS-rank talent: Wrath of the Raider!] [Talent Effect: Upon killing a target, there is a 10% chance to trigger the plunder effect, allowing you to designate and plunder 1 item.] John was dumbfounded. It was not just the appearance of an SSS-rank talent that shocked him— what shocked him even more was the discovery that, beside the numbers 10% and 1 in the talent description, there was actually a "+" and a "-" sign! "What does that mean? Don't tell me… even talent values can be modified?" Looking at the continuously accumulating System Points on the system panel, John's heart pounded wildly as a bold idea formed in his mind. He did not rush into the game. Instead, he chose to wait patiently for five minutes. When his System Points reached 300, he decisively pressed the + sign next to 10% in the talent description. The probability immediately jumped to 11%. "It really can be modified!" Overjoyed, John began pressing the + sign frantically. The plunder probability shot straight up to 100%, and the loot quantity climbed all the way up as well, until it reached the cap of 200 items. Only then did John stop and confirm the modification. [289 System Points consumed. Plunder probability increased to 100%. Loot quantity increased to 200 items!] The already outrageous SSS-rank talent had, after modification, reached a completely monstrous level. Still not satisfied, John reopened the panel— only to find that the ± signs after the numbers had disappeared. It could no longer be modified again. At that moment, John finally understood how the modification system truly worked: System Points could be used to modify game values. Each adjustment could only be +1 or -1, and this was not restricted by units—1 System Point equaled 1 value. Each stat could only be modified once. Once the change was confirmed, there was no going back. There also seemed to be a modification limit, though for the moment he had not fully identified it. [Please choose your class.] There were five base classes in Apocalypse: Mage, Warrior, Assassin, Cleric, Archer. Later on, players could advance into higher-tier classes. Since he already had plenty of experience from his previous life, John once again chose Assassin. [You have chosen Assassin.] [Class Passive: When attacking an enemy from behind, there is a 15% chance to land a critical hit, with critical damage increased by 25%.] "So class passive values can also be modified." Seeing the ± signs on the panel, John's heart stirred. Without hesitation, he directly modified the critical hit rate to 100%, and raised the critical damage bonus all the way to 50%! After reaching the modification limit, he still did not log in immediately. Instead, he sat down and waited. Only half an hour later, when the game prompt began counting down, did he finally rise to his feet and say in a deep voice: "Log in." [Assigning your game server zone…] [Temporal turbulence detected. Assignment failed.] [You have been automatically assigned to Zone 5.][Welcome to Apocalypse] As the white light faded, John entered the game. What came into view was the scene of Novice Village. There were already quite a few players here. Their faces were filled with excitement, marveling at how realistic the game felt. But John had no interest in any of that. In order to store up System Points, he had already spent half an hour lingering on the login screen. "Based on the timeline from my previous life, those people should still be grinding monsters around now." John opened his game panel. [Player]: John [Level]: 1 [Class]: Assassin [Attributes]: Strength 10, Agility 20, Mind 15, Stamina 10 [Skills]: None [Equipment]: Novice Dagger, Novice Robe [Copper Coins]: 0 … Apocalypse was an extremely realistic game. If you wanted to obtain copper coins, the only way was by killing monsters. "First, I should spend these System Points." With his current stats alone, there was absolutely no way he could grind monsters solo. After thinking for a moment, John chose to directly raise the attack power of his plain starter dagger from its base value of 5 all the way to 1000! In the early game, whether it was monsters or players, HP generally did not exceed 1000. Now that the dagger had been boosted, it could instantly one-shot almost anything. As for the remaining 800 points, he naturally put them into his cloth robe. After assigning the points, although John was still only Level 1, the stat boosts from his equipment had already made him no different from a Level 10 player! Unless he encountered an enemy with true-damage skills, he could practically play superhero inside Novice Village now. "So this is the joy of allocating points?" Gripping the dagger tightly in his hand, ambition burned like fire in John's heart. At that moment, a message icon popped up in the chat box. [Sein]: "Why are you so slow? It's already been half an hour before you logged in. We've already ground our way to Level 2. Can you stop dragging us down all the time? Get over here and join the team right now, or don't blame the guild for leaving you behind!" The message also included a set of coordinates. Before entering the game, they had all agreed to log in using their old IDs, in case they got separated before the guild system was unlocked. Seeing this message, a cold light flashed in John's eyes. In his previous life, the other party had often used this kind of pressure tactic against him, making him suffer endlessly. Now that he had been reborn, it was the same familiar line again. He talked about "bringing him along to level up," but in truth, he just wanted John to come over and serve as cannon fodder! "Heh. Exploiting me for one lifetime wasn't enough? You want to do it again in this one too? In that case…" A bold idea rose in John's mind. He put away his smile and quickly headed for the wilderness. … Fifteen minutes later, after arriving at the coordinates in the wild, John immediately spotted several players hiding in the bushes. Not far from them, a Lv.3 Wolf was roaming around. Clearly, they had their eyes on that wolf, but were wary of its level and did not dare attack rashly. One of them was none other than his guild leader, Sein. The moment Sein caught sight of John from the corner of his eye, his eyes lit up. "You're finally here. Good. You're an assassin-class player. Use your stealth to scout out that wolf's stats. If we can take it down, I'll split half the drops with you afterward!" There was no Detection skill in the early game. If players wanted to know a monster's stats, the only way was to estimate them through attacking or getting hit. Hearing the promise Sein threw out so casually, John sneered inwardly. "The same old empty promises again. In my previous life, I believed you over and over, and every single time you only tossed me a few scraps afterward. You pocketed the lion's share for yourself." He said nothing, only gripping his dagger as he walked forward step by step. Seeing this, the guild members, including Sein, all revealed smug, scheming smiles in their eyes. They felt absolutely no psychological burden about sending John out as cannon fodder. Sein even found John's movements too slow and started urging him on. "John, aren't you an assassin? Why are you moving so slowly? At the early stage of the server, time is everything. If you keep dragging things out like this, you're holding back everyone's development! Can you move faster and stop wasting time?" While Sein was still rambling on, John had already arrived behind him. "Why are you coming over here? I told you to go scout that wolf. Are your ears brok—" Pffft! Before Sein could even react, the dagger with 1000 attack power stabbed straight into his back with perfect precision. [-1500!] His pitiful 400 HP was instantly emptied. His body disappeared on the spot and he was sent back to Novice Village to respawn. [You have killed another player. Plunder Talent activated!] [Congratulations! You have plundered the S-rank talent: Universal Synthesis!] [Universal Synthesis: Can synthesize all items of the same category and raise their rank by one tier.] [You have plundered 360 Copper Coins.] [You have plundered Fine Cloth Armor ×1.] [You have plundered Fine Iron Sword ×1.] [You have plundered…] Everything Guild Leader Sein had— including his talent— had been plundered clean by John! "So it really is the same talent he awakened in my previous life: the S-rank Universal Synthesis." Looking at the new golden entry that had appeared in the talent section of his panel, John's lips curled upward. In his previous life, Sein had relied on this very talent to gradually build up the guild. He had even become a regional overlord because of it. What a pity. All of that belonged to John now! With this talent, even low-tier equipment could be synthesized step by step into top-tier gear in the future! "You bastard, what the hell are you doing?!" While John was checking his spoils, the other guild members finally reacted. They stared at him in shock and fury, disbelief filling their eyes. Although players could respawn infinitely during the first three months of the game, each death still cost them levels. In order to keep up with progress, they had deliberately funneled most of the EXP to Guild Leader Sein. That was how he had reached Level 2 in only half an hour. Their plan had been to let Sein, as the higher-level player, carry the lower-level ones so the whole group could develop quickly. And yet before he could even truly start playing that role, John had killed him in a single strike! Only now did those guild members finally realize that novice protection only applied inside Novice Village. Once you stepped out into the wilderness, players were free to kill one another. "Damn it, this guy must have defected to another guild. Kill him and avenge the guild leader!" The faster-reacting swordsman-class player roared, raising the greatsword in his hand high into the air. With a heavy downward slash, he chopped toward John. But he had badly underestimated John's reaction speed. At such close range, the assassin's advantage was displayed to the fullest. John pulled the dagger back out from Sein's corpse. A flash of cold steel streaked past— and a thin line of blood suddenly appeared across the swordsman's throat. [-1590!] A crimson critical-hit number lit up. The swordsman's head and HP flew up at the same time. Another one-hit kill! [Plunder Talent activated.] [You have plundered the A-rank talent: Shift.] [Shift: After activation, movement speed increases by 20%, and movement range increases by 10%.] [You have plundered 20 Copper Coins.] [You have plundered Worn Cloth Armor ×1.] [You have plundered Longsword ×1.] [You have plundered…] 👉Click to read more🔥

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John's eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at the teammates who were pinning his limbs to the altar little by little.