Chapter Sixty: Summoning the Super Dark Warrior

“You have killed Dreamer No. 9673. Your Kill Value increases by 1. This person had killed 4 other dreamers; with a Kill Value of 4, the probability of item drops upon death is increased. You may choose one of the following three rewards:
1. Obtain 54% of your opponent’s currency points, attribute points, and skill points.
2. There is a 54% chance to obtain one piece of equipment from your opponent.
3. Draw randomly for dropped items from three slots in your opponent’s spatial pouch; if a slot is empty, nothing will drop, and stacked items will drop only one unit.”

It seems that any dreamer who has survived a few missions will, more or less, have blood on their hands. This Dreamspace is far from a benevolent place. The number of dead dreamers must be at least ten times greater than those still alive, Wang Ling sighed inwardly.

A dreamer of such mediocre strength couldn’t possibly have any good equipment. Wang Ling hesitated for a moment, deciding that three random draws probably wouldn’t yield anything worthwhile. After all, this person had been fighting for a long time and must have consumed a lot of healing items, not to mention the defensive tools and incendiary grenades used earlier—his pouch must have plenty of empty slots.

After choosing the first option, the Dream Badge prompted: “You have gained 124 currency points, 0 attribute points, and 1 skill point.”

Wang Ling couldn’t help but smile wryly—Luo Hou was truly destitute. Still, one skill point was better than nothing.

Meanwhile, the Double Dragon brothers, having witnessed Wang Ling kill Luo Hou, were stunned. Both had expended much of their stamina and health, and their strength was greatly diminished, so they huddled together warily, paying no mind to Bruno for the moment—after all, the boss was as good as dead.

The mop-headed dwarf wielding the meteoric iron spearhead was currently dealing with Bruno. The boss was far stronger than the dwarf, but after nearly two hours of being besieged, now on the verge of death, he was half-kneeling in the rubble of a wall he himself had shattered, unable even to resist.

Against such a foe, the mop-headed dwarf fought with ease. Bruno’s massive physique gave him formidable defense, but even the sharp meteoric iron spearhead could only leave shallow cuts. Still, with the relentless “death by a thousand cuts,” even the highest stamina and defense would eventually succumb.

Bruno’s fat body, already beaten to a pulp, was now minced by the spearhead, his blood pouring out to form a pool beneath him. When the meteoric iron spearhead stabbed him once more, this high-ranking boss of the New York division of the Dark Fighters, one of their elite leaders, finally let out an unwilling roar and died.

When a summoned character kills, the credit—and the loot—goes to the dreamer. Wang Ling noticed a black, gleaming key dropped beside Bruno. Feigning a check of the corpse, he discreetly slipped the key into his pocket.

“You have completed Main Mission 4. All main missions in this world have been accomplished. You may choose to return to Dreamspace at any time within the next hour, or continue adventuring in this world and return when the mission period ends. Fifteen days were allotted; eight days remain. Please choose!”

Wang Ling pondered. There were many secrets in this world, not to mention numerous hidden figures like Cheng Fu. With eight days left, it was the perfect opportunity to explore these hidden elements. Besides, he was curious about Bai Feng’s true purpose for coming here—staying might allow him to glean some information amidst the chaos.

“I choose to remain in this world until the mission period ends.”

Having made his choice, Wang Ling turned to face the Double Dragon brothers, who stood readied with weapons, their hostility palpable.

In truth, Billy and Jimmy had a good impression of Wang Ling at first. But after dealing with Bai Feng, they recalled the look in her eyes and began to suspect they’d been manipulated. Then, during the fight with Bruno, Wang Ling had appeared with three Dark Fighters, raising even more doubts.

Now, after he had killed Luo Hou—even if Luo Hou had struck first—his actions made the brothers even warier. After all, over the past two days, Luo Hou had made every effort to appear trustworthy in front of them, so their opinion of him was quite favorable.

“No need to be tense. I’m not your enemy. As you saw, he attacked me first—I only killed him in self-defense.”

Seeing that the brothers’ hostility hadn’t abated, Wang Ling knew it would be difficult to allay their suspicions, and he no longer wished to team up with them. Spreading his hands in a gesture of peace, he left with the mop-headed dwarf, found a metal ladder in a building beside the platform, and descended to the ground, departing the area.

The burly man who’d been thrown down earlier had vanished—likely returned to Dreamspace.

Wang Ling chose to leave for two reasons. First, with only one summoned ally left and his white iron musket still on cooldown, his strength was far from a match for the brothers—even in their wounded state. Staying near two hostile, powerful fighters presented a real danger. Second, after Bruno’s death, the brothers would, according to the flow of events, move on to challenge the next Dark Fighter stronghold: New York Airport. Wang Ling had his own plans and wasn’t interested in further conflict with the Dark Fighters for now.

Leaving the B11 Factory District, Wang Ling took a cab to the docks in Lower New York. After having a hearty meal at a familiar Chinese restaurant, he rented a single room on the second floor, took out the key, and prepared to see what item Bruno had dropped.

As the final boss of the main mission, just like when he’d killed Linda, the drop was a black iron gleaming key. Using it, Wang Ling summoned a black iron treasure chest. Upon opening it, the Dream Badge immediately displayed:

“You have gained 7,600 currency points, 3 attribute points, and 1 skill point.”

“Not as much as the Linda kill, but still a considerable haul,” Wang Ling mused.

Looking inside, Wang Ling was overjoyed to see three items: a skill scroll, a red metal mask, and a bottle of yellow potion emitting a faint phosphorescence.

“If I’m not mistaken, this potion is exactly what I was after.”

As expected, the Dream Badge’s data revealed the yellow potion to be the third type of potion developed by the Dark Fighters: the stamina-enhancing serum.

“Stamina-enhancing serum: A gene-modifying potion developed by the Dark Fighters’ scientists. Upon use, increases Stamina by 19, boosts physical strength by 16%, block by 8%, and defense by 18%. Side Effect 1: After use, the user’s body will produce a massive increase in fat, drastically altering their physique and turning them into a morbidly obese man. Side Effect 2: This potion has a 90% mortality rate, but each payment of 1,000 currency points reduces the death rate by 10%.”

“Excellent! Now the Hippie can be enhanced as well!”

Checking his currency, Wang Ling found he had just over 9,200 points—barely enough to pay for survival. Any less and he would have risked the Hippie’s life.

After administering the potion, Wang Ling watched in astonishment as the Hippie, previously stocky but neither fat nor thin, writhed in agony and began to swell like an inflating balloon. In the end, he transformed into a monstrous, 175-centimeter-tall, 200-kilogram behemoth—an enormous mound of flesh, a veritable super-fat man!

“Hippie transformation complete. Evolved into Hippie Fatman. New attributes assimilated with summoned item. Assimilation complete. The pseudo-rainbow Dream equipment ‘Linda’s Wish’ has had its inherent skill upgraded to the advanced skill: ‘Super Dark Fighter Summon.’”

“Super Dark Fighter Summon: Consumes 30 Spirit points to summon a mop-headed dwarf, a brute strongman, and a Hippie Fatman.
Mop-headed Dwarf: Strength: 14; Agility: 32; Stamina: 14; Intelligence: 12; HP: 70; Spirit: 60; Skills: Basic Footwork Lv3, Basic Evasion Lv2, High-Speed Boxing Lv1 (E-rank skill: Striking technique; unleash rapid punches in a short time, punch count based on Agility)
Brute Strongman: Strength: 39; Agility: 14; Stamina: 14; Intelligence: 12; HP: 70; Spirit: 60; Skills: Basic Melee Lv3, Basic Ranged Lv1, Ultimate Bomb Lv1 (E-rank skill: Grappling technique; lift the opponent and slam them to the ground, damage based on Strength)
Hippie Fatman: Strength: 14; Agility: 14; Stamina: 35; Intelligence: 12; HP: 175; Spirit: 60; Skills: Basic Parry Lv2, Basic Endurance Lv3, Cannonball Lv1 (E-rank skill: Charging technique; run in a straight line and ram the opponent, damage based on Stamina)

All three Super Dark Fighters now have an equipment slot for one weapon, one piece of armor, and one combat item each, and are under your complete control. This skill has a cooldown of five hours and cannot be used to summon multiple sets at once.”

Spirit cost had increased to 30 points, and the cooldown was now five hours, but the addition of equipment slots was a significant upgrade.

With the Hippie now a massive meat shield, the three together formed a fearsome team: the Fatman tanks, the dwarf harasses with high agility, and the strongman leads the assault—a combination enough to give anyone a headache.

With such a skill, “Linda’s Wish” was now even more practical than genuine E-rank rainbow Dream equipment. This summoning ability would be coveted by anyone. Of course, Wang Ling had paid a steep price: 27,000 currency points and three precious enhancement potions—most of what he’d risked his life to earn in this mission had gone into these three Dark Fighters.

He was, in fact, extremely fortunate. Killing Linda usually only dropped a skill book or some leather armor—the badge was an extremely rare drop, almost unheard of.

Furthermore, the badge summoned three Dark Fighters, and these enhancement potions were developed by the Dark Fighters’ scientists specifically to empower their own ranks—a perfect match. If it had been any other summoned character, the potions would have been useless.

Thus, a skill that was originally quite mediocre—summoning three Dark Fighters with barely human-level strength—had now evolved into a formidable advanced summoning skill.