Chapter Seventy-Four: The Sleepyhead Not to Be Underestimated
“Oh dear, you frightened the little bug to death! But you’ll never hit me—I’ll dodge, dodge, dodge!” The Sleepy Bug twisted its body, mimicking Qin Chuan’s heartbeat game, and to everyone’s surprise, actually managed to evade all eight spider stingers.
At this, Qin Chuan couldn’t help but praise him, “Not bad, little brother, you’ve got potential.”
“Hehe, you missed! Now it’s my turn!” The Sleepy Bug swung its impossibly hard body straight at the Green-Shell Spider.
“Careful, little brother!” Qin Chuan called out, worried, since the Green-Shell Spider still had two unused skills. Charging in so recklessly could easily backfire.
Sure enough, seeing the Sleepy Bug approach, the Green-Shell Spider’s eyes gleamed with cunning.
“Venomous Spider Web!”
A spider web glowing with green light shot from the Green-Shell Spider’s mouth, instantly enveloping the Sleepy Bug.
“Haha, got you! Let’s see if you survive this!”
“Wait, that’s odd—why isn’t the second-stage skill activating?”
The Venomous Spider Web, upon hitting its target, would automatically constrict and paralyze. With a gentle tug, the spider could pull its prey right to its mouth—a truly useful skill.
Unfortunately, it seemed to have missed again.
While the Green-Shell Spider was still stunned, a golden-white afterimage appeared behind it and delivered a fierce blow.
Having fully activated its “Electric Motor” ability, the Sleepy Bug was nothing but a blur. In terms of speed, even if the Green-Shell Spider wore out all eight legs, it couldn’t hope to catch up. After all, the Sleepy Bug could even chase birds—its speed was simply unimaginable.
Crack!
“Ah!”
The solid gold club smashed the spider’s shell, leaving it writhing in agony.
“Oh my, Green-Shell, you seem rather fragile!” The Sleepy Bug’s soft, cute voice rang out again.
But to the Green-Shell Spider, that voice now sounded terrifying.
“You freakish fat bug! Hard and fast—my shell’s shattered!”
“Hehe, weren’t you demanding our spirit cores? Let’s see if you still dare to act tough! Take another hit!”
Crack!
“Ow, it hurts!”
“That’s for being arrogant!”
“No! Please, stop!”
“That’s for being arrogant!”
“Bug big brother, I beg you, stop hitting me! I’ll never dare again, please, spare me!” The Green-Shell Spider’s spirit collapsed entirely—its whole body was battered, green fluid pooling everywhere.
“Spare you? That depends on my big brother.”
The Green-Shell Spider was stunned. If the Sleepy Bug was this formidable, how terrifying must his big brother be?
“Where’s your big brother? I’ll beg him.”
“See that three-foot green sword? That’s my big brother. If he agrees, you can go free.”
“Alright, I’ll go beg the big brother.” The Green-Shell Spider limped over to Qin Chuan, tears streaming down its face. “Big brother, I was blind and offended you. Please, spare me.”
Qin Chuan couldn’t help but find it amusing that the Sleepy Bug knew how to give him face.
“Spare you? It’s not impossible. If you can run to that tree over there in three seconds, I’ll let you go.”
“Alright, alright.” The tree was about thirty meters away from Qin Chuan—normally, not a great challenge for the Green-Shell Spider. But heavily wounded as it was, even twenty meters would be difficult.
Still, the Green-Shell Spider agreed readily, planning to dash ten meters and then escape into the grass.
“Haha, that dumb black sword actually made such a request. Who would foolishly run the full thirty meters?”
Seeing the spider’s shifty eyes, Qin Chuan knew he wasn’t being honest. He had never intended to let the Green-Shell Spider go anyway—the experience points from an elite enemy were simply too tempting.
“Don’t dawdle, the clock’s ticking.”
At his words, the Green-Shell Spider immediately scrambled forward, desperately fleeing toward the grass.
“Haha, I’m almost there—once I’m in the grass, I’ll be safe.”
“Fool, fool!”
Now only half a meter from the grass, the Green-Shell Spider leapt forward, filled with the joy of survival.
“How wonderful—living is truly beautiful.”
But it never imagined that at that very moment, a black longsword would slice through the air.
Thud!
“Ding! Kill…”
“Why couldn’t you just run honestly? Why did you have to try something sneaky? You can’t blame me for that!” Qin Chuan’s words echoed in the spider’s ears as it died, its eyes wide with disbelief.
After slaying the Green-Shell Spider, the Sleepy Bug reverted from its hardened state, becoming soft and fluffy again.
“Big brother, you’re amazing! One sword and it’s done—so clean and efficient!”
“Haha, it’s nothing really. Little brother, you’re not bad yourself—you’ve really impressed me!”
“Hehe, it’s all thanks to following you, big brother—I just picked up a few tricks.”
“Learning by stealth is good. From now on, I’ll count on you to clear the way.”
“Mm-hmm, don’t worry, big brother. One comes, I’ll kill one; two come, I’ll kill two.”
The Sleepy Bug, growing more confident, was glad to finally be of some help. He’d felt embarrassed always playing a supporting role.
On the road ahead, thanks to the Sleepy Bug’s prowess, Qin Chuan had little to do—unless they encountered a spirit creature the bug couldn’t handle, in which case Qin Chuan would step in decisively.
Amid this joyful atmosphere, Qin Chuan leveled up almost without noticing.
“Ding! Congratulations, host, level 21 reached. Skill ‘Falling Sky Stream Strike’ can now be upgraded.”
“Oh! I actually leveled up.”
With the vast experience required for each level now, Qin Chuan rarely paid attention to the progress, so the notification came as a pleasant surprise.
He checked the second stage of his ultimate skill.
Falling Sky Stream Strike, Stage Two: Level 1 allows directional gliding for four meters within three seconds; each level increases the distance by one meter and increases sword shadow sharpness by 5%.
Originally, the attack range of Falling Sky Stream Strike was twenty meters; casting it at the edge extended it to twenty-five meters. Now, with an additional four meters of gliding, the total attack range became twenty-nine meters.
“Hmm, not bad—a mobile ultimate move. Like a bomber on the move.”
“Let’s upgrade the ultimate—Falling Sky Stream Strike.”
“Ding! Skill upgrade successful.”
Upgrading barely increased Qin Chuan’s core attributes—only reaching four-star would bring substantial improvements. For now, the main changes were in his skills.
[Host]: Qin Chuan
[Title]: Two-Star Elite (All Attributes +10)
[Type]: Mutated Cold Iron Sword (3)
[Rank]: Tier Three, Lower Grade (Sharpness +20%)
[Quality]: Unique (All Attributes +15%)
[Level]: 20
[Attributes]
Sharpness: 424+233.2 (55%)+148.4 (35%)
Tenacity: 374+134.64 (36%)
Speed: 388+147.44 (38%)
Evolution Points: 5,392,300/6,552,000
Experience: 79,200/104,000,000
Rage: 40/100
Slaughter: 1,800/5,000
[Skills]
Stream Strike: Stage One, Level 3; Stage Two, Gliding Level 1 (5 meters)
Blink: Stage One, Level 3; Stage Two, Immunity Level 2 (0.6 seconds)
Enhance: Stage One, Level 3; Stage Two, Freeze Level 5 (25% slow, 23% freeze chance, 2.5 seconds freeze duration)
Falling Sky Stream Strike: Stage One, Level 3; Stage Two, Movement Level 1
[Bonus Attributes]
Critical Strike: 10%
Burst: 3%
Slow: 10%
Freeze: 5%
After all, he’d leveled up, and Qin Chuan was quite pleased—the evolution points were nearly maxed as well.
“Little brother, pick up the pace. There’s nothing left to linger for in this one-star zone.”
“Mm-hmm, alright, big brother.”