"Let's go! Let's go! Let's hold hands. Let's go! Let's go! Let's go traveling," Draken chanted cheerfully, leading the way after their narrow escape from the stinger demon bees. They slowed their pace, mindful that running might attract more trouble than it solved.In high spirits, Draken even began to sing a nursery rhyme, his mood buoyed by their successful evasion. He had managed to collect thirty-five stinger demon bee stingers, which could fetch around thirty-five thousand dollars on the market. Each stinger could be used to craft a single special arrow imbued with deadly poison, making them highly sought after despite their relatively modest individual value."Draken, your sword skills..." York finally gave in to his curiosity, unable to contain his wonder at Draken's remarkable defense against the stingers."I created it myself. Pretty amazing, right?" Draken chuckled, confirming York's suspicions. He had indeed developed the sword technique himself, drawing on his extensive kn
“Lt’s go! Let’s go! Let’s hold hands. Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go traveling.”After escaping from the stinger demon bees, Draken and the others slowed down. After all, if they kept running, they would make a lot of noise and attract unnecessary trouble.Draken was in a good mood and even started to sing a nursery rhyme.He had collected a total of thirty-five stinger demon bees ‘stingers. According to the market price, he could sell them for about thirty-five thousand dollars.A single stinger could only be used to create one special arrow with deadly poison. The stinger itself could be sold for 1000 dollars.This price was not exaggerated. Although the toxicity of this poisonous thorn may not have much effect on some higher-level demon beasts or demons, it would still have a little effect.At a critical moment, it could turn defeat into victory because of this little effect. Therefore, this thing never lacked a market.In other words, there was no lack of market for any materials, p
Although it had been a few months since Draken transmigrated to this world, and he had already merged with the host’s memories, Draken did not accept the host’s social relationship.Draken seemed to be very familiar with his classmates, but only Draken himself knew that these ‘familiar’ classmates were strange to him.The original host’s memory was still the original host’s memory.In Draken’s eyes, these ‘familiar’ classmates were just the original host’s familiar classmates.Earlier, when York, as the class president, had planned to lead by example and cover the retreat of Draken and the other ‘ordinary students,’ Draken’s heart had been shaken.That ‘I’m the class monitor after all!’ It was like a heavy hammer that smashed the barrier in Draken’s heart.Although York phrased it nicely, the result of staying behind to cover while they retreat was death.Did York not know? Of course, he knew!Even so, York still decided to bring up the rear. Even though he was also very afraid and ev
"Are there candidates nearby? And are they still alive?" The director's astonishment was palpable.Though the Myriad Beast Mountain teemed with examinees and a plethora of missing patrolling martial artists, most were only at the pulsing realm level. Despite their prowess, they were no match for the numerous level nine Martial Apprentices among the dead demonic beasts and demons littering the terrain.While the patrolling martial artists might have had the upper hand in individual skirmishes, they were ill-equipped to handle the sheer volume of adversaries. Furthermore, the irregular distribution of fatal wounds on the corpses hinted that human intervention was unlikely, both during and after the chaos.Upon inspecting the corpses, the director noted a glaring absence: no materials had been harvested from the demon beasts or devils, suggesting that no martial artist had ventured into this area. Thus, the only plausible explanation was that the examinees were responsible, as these corp
"Students, it's mealtime."In Grade 12 Class 4 of Yonkers, the form teacher, Li Bingdao, appeared weary as he brought forty-four boxes of food into the classroom using his vitality.The martial arts exam still lingered, and the rescue mission persisted. All rescued students remained in the classroom, awaiting the return of their missing classmates.The education division and Bactria's higher-ups acknowledged the profound psychological impact on the students and sought to compensate them. Hence, during the seven days leading to the exam's conclusion, all rescued students received specially provided meals from each city. The provisions included top-grade demonic beast meat, spirit energy vegetables, nourishing herbs, and even blood-red rice. It was a luxurious affair, an attempt to assuage their collective guilt.The incident exposed a glaring flaw in the martialThey feared their hopes for the year might vanish within the next two days.Perched safely on the tree, they sensed no immine
Draken lay submerged in the mud, carefully assessing the situation. Despite the spider queen looming at the edge of the swamp, it failed to detect Draken and his companions. Their concealment was impeccable, thanks in part to their seamless integration with the surroundings.In the heart of the swamp, the tentacles swayed aimlessly, seemingly perplexed by the recent disturbances. Perhaps due to the venomous influence of the demonic spider, the devil's reactions were sluggish.The enraged spider queen, though oblivious to Draken and his group, sensed the presence of her offspring on the tentacles. Observing the faint purple hue, she deduced that some of her progeny had fallen prey to the opposing party.Under ordinary circumstances, the spider queen might have refrained from action. However, incensed by the significant losses among her descendants, she found an outlet for her fury.With a furious hiss, the spider queen vaulted into the air, spinning her body mid-flight. A dense, purple
[Disguise]'s quip was intriguing, marking the first time Draken acquired a skill with dual remarks.The first remark stated, "Understand the environment, blend in with the environment, and become the environment!" while the second one chuckled, "Hehehe! You can't see me!"Though the remarks seemed peculiar, upon reflection, the second echoed the sentiment of the first. 'Understanding the environment, blending in with the environment, and becoming the environment' encapsulated Draken and his companions' current strategy.Enshrouded in mud and lying perfectly still, they seamlessly melded with the swamp's surroundings. Even without the skill's effects, their presence would elude casual observation. The swamp's shallow depth, spanning four to five centimeters, provided ample cover. After rolling in the mud, they were effectively camouflaged. Only a careful observer would detect their presence.Thus concealed, the devils remained oblivious to their presence, aided in part by the spider q
"Hiss! Hiss!"Struggling for breath, the spider queen had a tough time. With only two spiky legs left out of the original seven, it was barely able to maintain its balance, having two legs on each side and one in the middle.Moreover, more than half of its nine scarlet eyes were now blinded.In the relentless battle between devils, instincts ruled, and every move was potentially deadly.Despite its sorry state, the spider queen's opponent, the six-tentacled catfish, fared no better.Affected by the spider queen's demonic eye of slowness and injected with venom, it was now covered in wounds and immobilized, ensnared by the spider queen's tough silk bindings.The battle had been decided. The spider queen emerged victorious by a narrow margin."They've stopped fighting now," Draken remarked, licking his lips. "That was quite the intense bout."York cautioned him in a hushed tone, "Draken! Don't speak. If it detects us, we're in trouble."Despite losing over half of its legs, the spider q