Starting the Game with Godlike Vision

Chapter 28 - One, Two, Three, Four, Five…

The darkness stirred, yielding to the slow approach of a rabbit—a towering figure with only one ear. Its stark red eyes glowed menacingly, and its pristine white fur was marred by dried blood, clumped and filthy, evidence of a human victim.

It sneered, its voice oozing malice. "Dear player, did you manage to find 21 sheep as I requested? Hehehe..."

The rabbit, known only as Red-Eye, let out a chilling laugh, its tone dripping with sinister certainty. "I doubt you've completed the task. Looks like I'll have to deal with you myself and reunite you with your little girlfriend down below."

It paused, assessing Wang Guangfei with a predatory gaze. "Since she lost her legs first, why don't I start with your arms?"

As the threat hung in the air, Red-Eye released a crushing wave of oppressive energy, bearing down on Wang Guangfei.

Yet, to its surprise, the man stood unmoved, his pallor and deadened expression betraying only the weight of grief.

"What?! How is this possible?" Red-Eye froze, its confidence shaken.

It crawled toward the sheep pen, beginning to count frantically, "One, two, three, four, five..."

The count abruptly stopped. It had noticed something horrifying: the ground inside the pen was covered with a neatly spread sheepskin rug.

The trap had been revealed. The task was complete. No further counting was necessary.

Red-Eye growled, its frustration mounting. The oppressive aura it emitted had no effect—confirmation that the player was still protected within the game's system.

"Well, well... Isn't this just fantastic?" it spat bitterly.

The rabbit's record was shattered. Of the five players in this dungeon, four had survived—an unprecedented number for Red-Eye, a self-proclaimed butcher of newcomers.

To let so many escape was an embarrassment, certain to draw ridicule from both colleagues and spectators alike.

Commentary from the spectators filled the air.

[Four survivors? I thought maybe one or two at best!]

[Same here. I even considered a total wipe. But hey, it's just a first-level dungeon. Even if it's on the Heavenly Tower, the game wouldn't let Red-Eye go completely rogue. Still, four survivors? That's insane.]

[Probably because they're running multiple dungeons at once. Over in No Escape, the carnage was fantastic—guts on the ceiling! Hilarious!]

[Game balance aside, this batch of players is something else. Those twin sisters maxed out two attributes before challenging the ladder. Nothing short of overkill.]

[Lame. Other than a live recording of someone getting eaten, this run's been a bore. At least the countdown for the Great Purge is live on the official site. Can't wait to see that!]

[What?! It's happening this soon?]

The vast majority—50,000—were 1st Heavenly Ascension players, their average attributes ranging between 13 and 16.

By sticking to Level 1 and 2 dungeons, a player could only earn up to 16 Attribute Points before the system stopped granting further rewards. From there, they faced a choice: join large groups to attempt Level 3 dungeons or resign themselves to stagnation.

That's why every early dungeon run mattered so much.

For those unwilling to settle for mediocrity, preparation became everything. Some spent hundreds of credits simply to stay in the safety zone, honing their condition to peak readiness before entering a dungeon.

But for all their caution, many players made the mistake of sticking to old, over-farmed dungeons. The rewards for such safe routes were pitiful.

If a Level 1 dungeon had 500 potential Attribute Points to distribute, earlier players would have claimed the lion's share. Those who came late might find nothing left but scraps.

Running old dungeons with detailed guides was safe, yes, but it offered no attribute growth. And by the time players realized how critical those points were, it was often too late to recover.

...

Back at the farm, Red-Eye simmered in silent rage, regretting how swiftly it had killed the female player earlier. It would have been far more satisfying to torment her longer. But regrets were futile.

Finally, through gritted teeth, it growled, "Congratulations, player, on clearing the dungeon."

The dungeon should have ended there.

Wang Guangfei was free to leave, and Zuo Chengan, seeing the situation resolved, prepared to exit as well. After all, he had a newly rented apartment he hadn't even spent a night in.

But Wang Guangfei, silent until now, erupted in a roar of defiance. His bloodshot eyes, more frenzied than Red-Eye itself, betrayed the depth of his grief.

With a sudden motion, he pulled a scissor-like tool from his inventory and lunged at Red-Eye in a suicidal charge.

The rabbit's remaining ear twitched, and a malevolent grin spread across its face. "Oh, angry now? Are you angry? How delightful!"

For the first time, it dropped its pretense of calling him a player. "You foolish, lowly swine. Let me show you the gulf between us!"

Red-Eye unleashed a suffocating aura, locking onto Wang Guangfei with deadly precision.

The heat of Wang Guangfei's rage evaporated in an instant, replaced by a bone-chilling dread. His blood felt like it had frozen, and a crimson message flashed before his eyes:

[Warning! You are attempting to engage the Dungeon Boss. Do you wish to initiate a Boss Battle?]

A sharp crack echoed—whether it was a protective shield breaking or a rule shattering, Wang Guangfei couldn't tell. Only one thing was certain: this fight would change everything.

The balance of the game was tilted in an irreversible direction.