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"So I was already in a bad mood, and now even a beast like you dares to strut around in front of me?"

Killing intent surged in John’s eyes.

Ignoring the fact that the creature was still in its "entrance animation," he thrust out the dagger in his hand like the fangs of a venomous serpent.

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Two horrifying damage numbers—far beyond anything the players below could even imagine—appeared above the Griffin King’s head.

The Griffin King had not even finished its entrance sequence before its HP was instantly wiped out.

It let out a shrill cry, and its body suddenly burst into countless streaks of white light, scattering between heaven and earth.

Even the spatial rift snapped shut at once—

As if it, too, had been frightened by John’s sheer brutality.

[You have killed Griffin King Lv.35. EXP +35,000, Gold Coins +500, Fame +1,000!]

[You have plundered Gale Blades (A), Eagle Strike (B), Lionhawk Roar (B)!]

John let out a cold snort. His figure flashed, and when he appeared again, he had already landed on the ground.

At the sight of his stern, icy figure, the players all fell silent as cicadas in winter. As they watched John walk toward them step by step, not one of them dared utter a single word.

There was none of the bluster they had displayed earlier in the world chat.

If they had seen correctly just now, that had been over forty thousand damage, right?

On average, that was enough to instantly kill over a dozen of them in one strike.

One after another, they lowered their heads, not daring to meet John’s gaze.

They were afraid that even a brief exchange of looks might provoke him into slaughtering them.

After all, they were still in the middle of the event. Friendly fire was allowed.

In the dead silence, John’s footsteps rang out with crystal clarity.

Step by step, he approached the crowd.

The closer his footsteps came, the quieter the players became.

By the end, they did not even dare breathe too loudly.

But the truth soon proved that they had been flattering themselves.

From beginning to end, John did not spare them so much as a glance.

The only thing he cared about at that moment was how many NPC casualties there had been.

After all, these NPCs were his investment. Losing even one of them would pain him.

"Lord Hero!"

The female knight’s eyes practically lit up when she looked at John.

When the Griffin King had appeared just now, even the NPCs had felt crushing pressure from it.

And yet such a terrifying monster had been instantly killed by Lord Hero in a single strike.

Anyone who witnessed such a scene would remember it for the rest of their life.

At this point, John’s image in the hearts of the NPCs had risen infinitely close to that of a god.

They were only one step away from dropping to their knees and worshipping him.

John gave a slight nod and was just about to ask how many casualties there had been—

When a mocking, sneering voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

"Oh wow, oh wow. The moment you saw we had the upper hand, you came out to snatch the final fruits of victory.

Don’t you think that makes you a bit too hypocritical?"

Hearing this, all the players were stunned.

Then they saw several figures step out from the crowd.

John turned his head slightly. The moment he saw their IDs, a cold gleam flashed through his eyes.

Kaer, Hansen, Ham...

They were none other than the Opportunists Guild members he had slaughtered together earlier.

Who would have thought they had survived the monster tide and managed to hang on until now—only to dare speak to him so insolently?

Under John’s gaze, the Opportunists Guild members showed no fear whatsoever.

Especially Kaer, the traitorous disciple whom John had "taken special care of" in his previous life.

With his arms crossed, he let out a cold snort.

"Everyone, listen up. This John used to be a member of our Opportunists Guild.

We all treated him well before, but on the very first day after the server opened, he stabbed us in the back.

While we were grinding monsters and in bad shape, he killed every one of us.

Does a petty villain like that deserve to hold the number one spot in Zone 5?"

Vice Guild Master Hansen immediately joined in to stir the crowd up.

"That’s right! For a despicable worm like him, how much real ability do you think he actually has?

He only got to where he is by stealing the resources that belonged to all of Zone 5.

You can tell that from how he ran away right before the fight started.

This guy is nothing but a selfish, cowardly little rat!"

The Opportunists Guild was highly professional when it came to manipulating public sentiment.

After that little performance, the players’ eyes filled with both shock and anger.

They actually began to believe that John killing the boss just now had been an act of stealing resources that belonged to them.

Seeing that the crowd had already been stirred up, the blond-haired mage Pierre immediately pointed at John and shouted in his sickening tone,

"How can you all allow a coward like this to keep acting arrogant in front of us?"

The moment those words were spoken, the anger that had been drawn out of the crowd exploded.

Some irrational players also began shouting with newfound courage.

"These guys are right! When we were getting massacred just now, John was nowhere to be seen.

And now that we finally managed to drag things all the way to the final BOSS, now that it’s time to split the last of the rewards, this shameless bastard suddenly shows up.

I’ve never seen anyone so utterly brazen!"

"Brothers! There are still five minutes left before the event ends.

We still have a chance to take back what should have been ours.

John just stole the boss kill. The best equipment must be on him.

Everyone, charge together and take back the share that belongs to us!

Once it’s done, the spoils will be divided based on how much each person contributed to killing John!"

Greed and jealousy actually made this group of players believe they had the capital to fight John.

A red gleam rose in the eyes of many of them as they began walking toward him.

"A bunch of fools who don’t know the meaning of death!"

A rational voice suddenly rang out from within the crowd.

Those players whose hearts had been inflamed with greed and killing intent viciously turned to look.

It was a female player, staring at them with open disgust.

"Can you use those pig brains of yours for once? Just think about that boss’s stats from earlier—what exactly were we supposed to use to fight something like that?"

Clearly, she was not the only rational player.

Another person also spoke up.

"Exactly! Let alone the fact that we never could’ve beaten that boss in the first place—

Just based on John’s ability to instantly kill it, he’s obviously on a completely different level from us.

To him, killing us would be like crushing ants.

What exactly gave you people the courage to provoke John?"

Under normal circumstances, the words of these rational players would probably have calmed the crowd down.

Unfortunately, greed and jealousy are the easiest things in the world to strip people of reason.

Not only did those voices of reason fail to persuade anyone—

They instead provoked even more resentment.

Someone sneered.

"Have you all licked John’s boots so hard your brains have turned to mush?

There are so many of us here—even spitting once each would be enough to drown him!

Do you really think John is some infinite-MP cheater?

I don’t believe every bit of damage he deals can reach the level he used to one-shot that boss just now!"

"Stop wasting words on these cowards. They’re on John’s side anyway.

Everyone, charge! Take back the share of loot that should be ours!"

The moment those words fell, someone took the lead and rushed forward.

Because of what had just been said, and because of herd mentality, the players of Zone 5 were instantly set in motion.

A full two thousand players began charging together with the mob.

Only a small number of rational players, who knew just how terrifying John’s strength really was, stayed far away.

John looked at those idiots and flicked his hand.

"Perfect. I still haven’t had my fill of killing."

"Heh. Come."