Second World-Novel

Jack continued to kill more magic-users as he moved at high speed, like a wolf in a hen pen. He saw the melee group were coming over to rescue their magic-user comrades, led by the golden knight from before. Several Rogues had now joined the fray.

Jack presented them with another Disruptive bomb. Some of them managed to evade to one side, especially the Rangers and Rogues, using their Roll skill, only to be met by another Disruptive Bomb again. The two bombs completely immobilized those melee troops.

The stop effect of Disruptive Bombs was only 2 seconds, so in actuality, Jack did not have much time. He did not waste this short time to kill the Fighters group which had more HP. He chose instead to dive into the Rangers and Rogues, which required fewer hits to kill. And after the damage from the bomb itself, he only needed one hit to kill those Rangers and Rogues that survived.

For the Fighters, Warriors, and Knights who were immobilized by the first bomb, Jack threw another bomb again. Which was now the third bomb he had thrown in rapid succession. He couldn't care less about the expense at this moment, he still had another thirty bombs left in his bag. The second explosion managed to annihilate the remaining health they had left, except for the golden knight.

The fact that the golden knight had survived did take Jack by surprise, but his movements never stopped as he reaped the lives of the Rangers and Rogues who were close to dying. Half of his attention was on the golden knight. Though he had survived, his life was only a hairbreadth from zero.

Jack was about to shoot a ranged attack to finish the golden Knight when a healing light enveloped the guy's body. There was still a healer around. Still, he was wondering how the Knight had managed to survive the two Disruptive Bombs, that was a total of 600 damage he was talking about. Even after deducting from his armor and endurance, the damage should still be substantial. Unless that golden Knight was like him, who managed to become an advanced class when he was still at level 15, which contributed to a higher attribute increase compared to the others who changed their class at later levels.

He threw the golden Knight out of the back of his mind. Now that he had been healed, it would be difficult to kill him. The golden Knight also chose not to come after him, he retreated to drink some potions. Little did Jack know that the guy had also suffered trauma after being so close to death. It would take him a while before he gathered the courage to come at Jack again.

Jack ran back to the place that was still covered by the Wall of Vines while being chased after by many players. Another group came from the other side. He took out another Wall of Vines scroll and cast it next to the first wall. The cooldown of that spell was three minutes while the wall itself could last ten minutes, so he could actually stack the spell together.

A second wall erupted right next to the first. One wall had a length of fifteen meters. The second wall added it to a total of thirty meters, effectively separating the coalition's army into two. The ones on the other side could still come at Jack but they would need to walk a long roundabout to reach him. In the meantime, Jack was throwing his Disruptive Bombs at the troop on his side like nobody's business, then added another Arcane Turbulence scroll for good measure. The coalition was helpless as they witness their members kept on dying one after another.

"Where the hell did he get those bomb items?" One of the guild leaders on the small hill asked in frustration. The person was a short and obese middle-aged man. His name was Fat Gregory. Interestingly, he chose to be a Rogue. He was level 19. Perhaps the reason for his class choice was due to his grudge on being unable to move fast in real life.

"And how many scrolls did he have?" Fat Gregory continued. "Are you sure he is an independent player? You sure he is not a secret member of one of the top guilds? How is it possible for an independent player to have enough coins to buy all those magic scrolls?"

"You have got us in quite a mess here, elder Scarface," Prideful Josh also joined in the complaints.

"Well, I myself admire your competence in making mighty adversary," Manager Steelhand added with a critic of his own.

Scarface couldn't help but glance at Bigarm upon hearing Steelhand's comment. Bigarm shrank back from the glare.

"There is no going back for us at this," Scarface said to the others. "What do you think our reputation will be if we fail to take down this lone player here? We will be everyone's laughingstock. We must defeat him at all costs!"

The others did not mock Scarface's statement. Instead, almost everyone had a grim face, because what Scarface had said was right. All of them would lose face if this matter was revealed to the public. They had to kill Jack before White Scarfs and the other independent players arrived, not only because of the worry that they might join hands but also so they could cover this shame.

Scarface turned to his underlings who stood behind him, and uttered, "Bigarm, Stonecleave, bring everyone and finish this! You are allowed to use everything at your disposal."

The two nodded and departed. Scarface then turned to the other leaders and said, "we can't afford to hold back anymore. If we keep on treating him as a lone player, we will lose even more. We need to go all out!"

The other leaders only needed a short moment before they nodded to their second in command or their bodyguards, who soon came down the hill to join the fray. Only the leaders stayed on that small hill with the three bound hostages and a few guards to watch over the hostages.

Bowler, Flame, and The Man themselves were dazed by what they had witnessed. They knew that Jack was strong, but they had no idea he was that strong. And they also had no idea about his Magician's class. They were as surprised and as speechless as the leaders that held them hostage.

Bowler was the one that snapped out of his daze, and started to laugh vehemently, "hahaha! That's what you get for going against our big bro! Let all your members die a shameful death. And have no worry, we will make sure to spread what happens here to everyone!"

"You cretin!" Prideful Josh turned around with fury, he lifted his magic staff at Bowler.

"Hold!" Scarface stopped him. "Do you forget already about his equipment?"

"Tsk!" Prideful Josh returned his attention to the front, his face was red with anger.

Bowler continued to throw insults at the leaders.

"We should have looked for an item that could keep a player quiet," Manager Steelhand lamented.

"Can stuffing his throat with a piece of cloth work?" Queen Magenta offered a simple real-world solution.

The others looked at each other before someone said, "let's give it a try."

As reinforcements were sent by the guild leaders. Jack had never stopped his offensive. The guild members had now split apart and tried to put themselves away from each other. This way, even if Jack's bomb hit them, only a few would be affected. But this also gave another problem. With them spreading around like that, Jack could easily deal with them as none of them could cope with Jack individually.

It became one player in the middle of a massive group chasing around the majority, while this majority try their best to run from this lone player. It was an utterly comical incident.

Of course, there were also those brave enough to risk facing him. Some of which were ones that he knew of. At one time he found himself facing a quartet of Dasher, Flowerrain, Undo, and Warpath. All of them were level 18. Jack was especially impressed by Warpath, who had died not long ago, to be able to bring himself back to the level of the mainstream in such a short period, which showed his determination. Jack almost felt bad thinking that he was about to send the guy back to level 1 again.

Another point that increased his impression of the fellow, was that Warpath was already a Warrior class. He was holding two longswords in both hands. He was still using that dual-wielding style of his despite the system gave his off-hand weapon a much-reduced damage.

Bangstick and Suckit were nowhere to be seen, those two were always the cowards of the bunch. Jack actually didn't hope to see any of the bunch here. After a few times going out on hunting quests with them as Unrivalled Arcaner, he admitted that this group had slightly grown on him. They were not bad people, they were just following orders.