For a whole night, I wielded my Ancient Divine Armament, the Purple Ying Sword and the Ancient Divine Dragon and swept nearly the entire Final Duel Valley. At this point, most Purple Grape City’s players didn’t even dare to enter the map anymore. I could tell because I literally flew around the map in search of hundred-man parties or bigger, to no avail. While there were smaller groups of players still roaming the place in hopes of roleplaying a dragon slayer, I was sorry to say that their chance had passed.

I checked my level. After a whole night of hard work, I was Level 209, but 97% away from hitting Level 210. I supposed that my dreams of hitting Level 210 before the appointed time were too much to ask for.

After I logged out of the game, I received a message from Chaos Moon. "OMG, I cannot believe you spent the whole night fighting in Final Duel Valley. Has bloodlust gotten to you or something? Anyway, you should log out of the game and go to bed soon."

I smiled at that. I ate the bread on the table and downed a glass of water. Then I slipped into my bed. It...