Reborn with Infinite System Points, I Gathered All SSS Classes!

[Notice: You have been killed by the special player John. Level -100!]

[All your attributes have been reduced by 50%. Your skill slots have been cleared!]

[All equipped gear has been forcibly dropped and has entered the killer’s backpack!]

[All items stored in your backpack have been dropped. No items remain!]

[All gold coins in your possession have been directly cleared!]

[You are now burdened with a massive debt of 3290119 trillion gold coins. Your wealth value has been permanently locked and sealed!]

[Wealth restriction is now in effect. The wealth seal can only be lifted after the debt is fully repaid!]

[Your exclusive racial talent has been forcibly plundered by the Plunderer talent and permanently erased!]

...

"What?"

Upon hearing the system notifications, Gurok’s eyes widened in instant shock.

He abruptly lowered his head and looked at the beginner demon race outfit on his body. His original top-tier SSS-grade set was gone. Even everything inside his backpack had disappeared.

Most absurd of all, his wallet balance had somehow turned into debt.

But what truly drove him to despair was the fact that his one and only player racial talent had also been completely plundered.

That talent had been his greatest reliance in becoming the disciple of the Demon Progenitor. Now that it was gone, he feared that even his identity as the Demon Progenitor’s disciple would soon be stripped away.

Boom!

Gurok felt as though he had been struck by lightning. He stood there in a daze, staring blankly at his own hands, feeling as if even breathing had become difficult.

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

He had only been killed once. Why had he suffered such a terrifying punishment?

Extreme fear instantly swallowed Gurok whole. His entire body turned cold and trembled as he stared fixedly at his empty status panel.

Ordinary kills would, at most, cause a portion of one’s resources to drop. But the punishment inflicted by John’s kill was simply heaven-defying!

"Could John have some terrifying background?"

His heart was filled with wild suspicion. The other party had definitely mastered some top-tier special authority, or perhaps even possessed a unique rule specifically designed to counter the demon race.

"Such a world-destroying execution effect absolutely cannot belong to an ordinary player!"

For someone to possess such a terrifying ability, he could not possibly be an ordinary human player. There had to be one of the continent’s top forces standing behind him!

Endless regret surged into his heart.

"Why was I so arrogant?"

He hated himself for being so conceited. He had rashly joined the demon race’s invasion plan against the human race, and in the end, he had fallen into this utterly ruined state.

Rage completely overwhelmed his rationality. Gurok gritted his teeth and roared, madly cursing the demon race messenger who had delivered the intelligence.

"It’s all that messenger’s fault!"

That fraud had given false intelligence, claiming that the human defenders were merely average in strength. He had tricked Gurok into charging recklessly into battle, causing him to fall into this bottomless abyss!

"I must find him!"

Surging hatred roiled within him. He wished he could immediately find that messenger, tear him into pieces, and make him pay in blood.

After a long while, his violent emotions slowly settled.

Gurok took a deep breath of the icy air and suppressed the resentment filling his chest.

"I’ve lost my talent, I’m burdened with a massive debt, and my strength has plummeted. I’m completely crippled now..."

His heart turned cold.

"Now, my only hope is Lord Demon Progenitor."

The master-disciple bond between himself and the Demon Progenitor still existed. This was the only lifeline he had left. He had to immediately report his miserable situation and beg the Demon Progenitor to break the seal and recover his losses.

...

Inside a chaotic space, Gurok’s figure appeared.

At this moment, he was kneeling beneath a statue, his eyes tightly shut, not daring to open them.

Before the statue, the Demon Progenitor’s pupils gazed down coldly at Gurok below.

Gurok kept his head lowered tightly. His forehead was already covered in cold sweat as he recounted everything that had happened to him in the mortal realm, as well as the abnormal changes that had occurred to his body.

"Master, that is the full situation."

Gurok took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and said, "The demon race messenger who provided the intelligence was completely spouting nonsense. His false information caused me to misjudge John’s strength, which ultimately led to the failure of this invasion. That person must not be spared."

Hearing this, the pupils of the Demon Progenitor’s statue flickered slightly. Two streaks of white light flashed across his eyes.

Gurok then heard the Demon Progenitor say indifferently, "The demon race messenger who provided the intelligence is already dead."

At first, Gurok thought the Demon Progenitor had personally dealt with that person ahead of time. But in the next instant, he suddenly realized something and said in disbelief,

"The one who provided the information was Zar?"

The Demon Progenitor’s statue flickered with light.

"That is correct. So there is no need for you to think about shifting blame or seeking revenge. As you just said, since that John possesses strength far above all of you, there is a possibility that he is a demigod-grade existence close to level 400.

"Besides, I am very interested in what happened to you."

"Do you feel that this John might be the mysterious existence we have been searching for all this time?"

Hearing this, Gurok suddenly froze.

He instinctively raised his head. A string of meaningless sounds squeezed out from his throat, but in the end, he still failed to utter a single word.

Because he knew the true reason why the Demon Progenitor had spent so many years widely accepting players as disciples.

Aside from him, even many of the demon race’s higher-ups did not know.

Only Gurok, as a player, was specifically responsible for this matter on behalf of the Demon Progenitor.

He knew just how much attention the Demon Progenitor paid to this issue. If he made even the slightest mistake, it could bring about a fate worse than being smashed to pieces.

Gurok cautiously took a deep breath and said,

"Lord Demon Progenitor, I cannot make a judgment for now, because John’s performance was simply too incomprehensible. He also did not clearly display any connection to the mysterious existence."

Gurok did not dare to admit anything recklessly.

Because if he identified the wrong person, he would be the one forced to take the blame.

Seeing how cautious and timid he was, the Demon Progenitor could not help but let out a series of strange laughs.

"Well said. You truly cannot prove that John is connected to the mysterious existence. But does that not also indirectly show that, deep down, you already have an answer?"

Hearing this, large beads of cold sweat appeared on Gurok’s forehead and back. His body trembled slightly, and he no longer dared to speak.

The Demon Progenitor’s statue flickered with light once more.

"Remember this, Gurok. Here, I am the one who decides everything.

"If I say he is related to the mysterious existence, then he is related.

"If I say he is not the mysterious existence, then he is not.

"Whether it is true or false, we absolutely cannot lower our heads in this matter. In fact, we must investigate even further!"

At this point, the head of the Demon Progenitor’s statue actually revealed a smile, as though it were alive.

"By the way, you came to me this time because you wanted me to help remove the restrictions on your body and recover your racial talent, correct?"

When Gurok heard these words, he finally dared to gather his courage and open his eyes. He looked expectantly at the Demon Progenitor’s statue.

"Yes, Lord Demon Progenitor. Please take action and repair what I have lost.

"As long as I can regain my original aptitude, I will be able to return to my peak in the shortest possible time. During the next invasion of the human race, I will sweep away all obstacles for you and investigate whether there is any connection between John and the mysterious existence!"

Judging purely from the performance of a disciple, Gurok’s words were indeed worthy of the Demon Progenitor taking action to repair him.

But in the end, the Demon Progenitor merely let out a deep sigh and said,

"Do you know why I have not helped you yet?"

Hearing those words, Gurok’s heart tightened.