Looking at the game prompt, Luca thought he had seen it wrong.
Why was his awakening trial taking place in the Abyssal Demon Realm? What about his hundredfold luck boost? Had there been a bug?
“Damn game, I want a refund!” Luca barely had time to curse before a flash of white light enveloped him.
Whoosh!
In the blink of an eye, when he regained his bearings, Luca found himself standing in the middle of a vast, desolate plain.
A chill wind, mixed with Demonic energy, howled past him, and above, a blood-red full moon hung high in a sky as dark as ink.
The moonlight spilled across the endless plains, casting an eerie red veil over the sea of bones and corpses that stretched as far as the eye could see.
Luca remained silent for a long time as he gazed at the five towering black peaks in the distance.
The Abyssal Demon Realm was so vast, yet somehow, he had been randomly dropped in the Mountain of the Dead. In some strange sense, he had gotten lucky…
Crack, crack…
The sound of bones grinding together echoed across the eerie silence of the plain.
Thick, pitch-black Demonic energy swirled around, and one by one, skeletal monsters—ragged and broken—began to rise from the ground.
Rotting flesh hung off their bodies like old sausage casings.
Their blood-red eyes locked onto him, their savage aura far more terrifying than the undead of the Sea of the Dead in the Underworld.
“What are you looking at? Never seen a living person before?” After venting his frustration, Luca exhaled a long breath.
At this point, there was no use complaining.
The Abyssal Demon Realm wasn’t just any ordinary dungeon, and to make matters worse, this was the territory of the Undead Lord. A single misstep, and he could end up dead here.
Right now, the most important thing was figuring out how to survive for the next twelve hours and complete his awakening trial.
After a moment of thought, he flicked the serpent-shaped bracelet on his wrist and said, “Stop sleeping, get out here now.”
“Could you show me some respect for once?!” A flash of purple light appeared, and Jormungandr materialized, her face full of anger.
But as soon as she saw their surroundings, her small face paled.
“Bone Plains?!” Looking around in a panic, Jormungandr’s lips turned ashen. She quickly concealed her presence.
Once she was certain they hadn’t been detected, she let out a sigh of relief before glaring at Luca. “Are you out of your mind?”
The Demon Lords of the Abyssal Demon Realm were already hostile, and she had made quite a few enemies among them, to say the least.
Now this idiot dared to venture into the Abyssal Demon Realm.
In Jormungandr’s eyes, Luca was practically asking for death—and dragging her down with him.
This bastard!
“Quit talking and get to work,” Luca said, ignoring Jormungandr’s furious red face as he walked toward the swarming skeletal monsters.
Jormungandr muttered curses under her breath, reluctantly following him.
In the Abyssal Demon Realm, there was not a shred of light to be seen. Looking up, countless skeletal monsters were charging toward them, scrambling in a frenzy.
They moved like sharks scenting blood in the water.
Golden flames ignited in Luca’s hand, coalescing into a massive, imposing spear.
Without warning, he vanished from his spot, and the golden flames exploded among the dense swarm of skeletons.
“Boom!” The Divine Flame of the Sun erupted, sweeping across the battlefield, and in an instant, countless skeletons were reduced to ash. A large section of the white tide of bones was immediately cleared.
[Ding! You have killed the “Lv55 Skeleton Commander (Leader),” but experience cannot be earned at this time.]
…
The kill prompt appeared, but since he hadn’t completed the trial, Luca couldn’t gain any experience for now.
Luca had been prepared for this and didn’t mind it at all.
What surprised him, however, was that while killing these monsters, an incredible amount of equipment dropped.
Various lights glowed like candle flames in the dark night, drawing his attention.
Luca was stunned. Wasn’t the drop rate a bit too high?
All the monsters he had casually killed had dropped equipment, and there were over a hundred pieces—more than the monsters themselves.
After a brief moment of thought, he quickly realized what was going on.
The drop rate for equipment in Eternal Game wasn’t high, but with his hundredfold luck boost, it had been pushed well beyond 100%.
That meant that each monster he killed could drop more than one item.
At this realization, Luca’s eyes lit up.
The Abyssal Demon Realm was crawling with monsters, and with his hundredfold luck boost.
This place had instantly turned into a treasure trove for farming materials.
He was about to strike it rich!
Luca’s wallet had long since been emptied, and this was the perfect opportunity to fill it back up.
Jormungandr watched as he froze for a second, before suddenly becoming energized as if on a shot of adrenaline. He immediately charged toward the oncoming monsters.
“He’s completely lost it…” she murmured under her breath, her eyes turning toward the Mountain of the Dead, which was shrouded in black mist. With a resigned bite of her teeth, she reluctantly obeyed Luca’s orders and started slaying monsters as well.
During the process, Luca discovered something unexpected: the hundredfold luck boost not only increased the drop rate but also affected the chances of triggering various status effects like freezing, stunning, cursing, and others.
The special conditions that usually had an extremely low chance of occurring were now triggering with ease, all thanks to the hundredfold boost.
Additionally, the attacks from the monsters that came for him rarely managed to land, as most were dodged effortlessly.
“No wonder this is a Divine-level fate; it’s truly powerful!” Luca grinned with satisfaction.
With the boost from his hundredfold luck, not only could Luca acquire a massive amount of equipment and materials, but clearing the awakening trial was no longer a problem either.
A deafening roar echoed across the Bone Plains, and the commotion quickly attracted more monsters.
Meanwhile, atop the Mountain of the Dead…
Black mist shrouded the peak.
Creek!
A dark coffin slowly opened.
In the darkness, a pair of crimson eyes suddenly snapped open, coldly staring down at the two figures below.
…
After collecting the dropped materials, Luca didn’t linger in the Bone Plains.
There were too many low-level monsters here, and the materials they dropped held little value for him.
Thus, he decided to seek out higher-tier monsters, emboldened by his hundredfold luck boost.
But before they could take any action…
Boom!
A massive wave of pressure suddenly descended from the sky, and a torrent of Demonic energy surged upward from the Mountain of the Dead!
This was bad!
Luca and Jormungandr’s expressions changed, and they turned to see a figure, wrapped in endless Demonic energy, flying toward them.
The figure was enormous, towering at about ten meters tall, clad in menacing black armor. Black mist churned around him, and he wielded two massive golden war hammers, both stained with blood.
Beneath the dark armor, a human skin-like face with only a pair of glowing crimson eyes stared coldly at them.
The Undead Lord—Tiberius!
Without a second thought, Luca and Jormungandr instantly dodged the incoming attack.
Boom!
Tiberius came crashing down like a black meteor, his body slamming into the ground where Luca and Jormungandr had been standing.
The ground caved in, creating a massive crater. The terrifying force obliterated nearby monsters, turning them to dust.
A violent shockwave swept through the area, sending bones flying in all directions.
All the monsters froze in place, immediately bowing down before him, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Tiberius’s crimson eyes fixed on the two of them, his face contorting as his voice rasped, “Jormungandr… it’s been a long time.”
A mountain-like pressure bore down on them, and Jormungandr barely managed to force a smile. “Do you believe we’re just passing through?”
Tiberius sneered twice. “I’ve recently heard that you not only helped a human slay the Hydra’s head, but also killed the Kraken, ruining Pandora’s plans.”
“Do you think I should believe you?”
Jormungandr fell silent, glaring at Luca in anger. Luca pretended not to notice and had no intention of engaging in idle chatter.
He raised his Solar Divine Spear, pointing it directly at Tiberius’s head, and said calmly, “Well, I could use some magic runes, and you seem like a good candidate.”
Tiberius’s face twitched for a moment before his crimson eyes flashed with cold light. “Arrogant human! Let me see if you’re worthy of speaking to me like that!”
As his words rang out, the terrifying Transcendent-level aura from his body erupted with a deafening roar.
A massive surge of Demonic energy shot into the sky, blocking out the sun. The earth trembled, and countless monsters shrieked in fear.
The two golden war hammers tore through space, crashing down toward Luca like falling stars.
“Watch out!” Jormungandr shouted in warning. But then something none of them expected happened.
As the two massive hammers fell, an unusually trembling high-ranking skeletal dragon suddenly rose to its feet.
Standing in front of Luca.
“Boom!”
The terrifying force exploded outward, and the skeletal dragon was instantly pulverized by the violent impact, reduced to nothing.
Hmm? Tiberius froze for a moment, not expecting his attack to be blocked by one of his own minions rather than his intended target.
“It seems like you have some luck on your side.” But he didn’t pay much attention to it, brushing it off as a mere accident.
He swung the golden war hammers once more, aiming them directly at Luca.
What he didn’t notice.
However, was that above them, a Superclass Corpse Eagle was soaring through the sky, swooping down toward the ground. As it landed, it eagerly lifted its head, ready to offer its loyalty to its king.
Then, the two war hammers appeared before its eyes.
“Boom!!”
The Corpse Eagle was instantly shattered, bursting into a mist of bones and black feathers, which rained down onto the nearby skeletons, splattering them with debris.
Hmm?! Tiberius realized something was off—this human seemed to have an unusual amount of luck.
By now, Luca had already charged at him.
The Divine Flame of the Sun engulfed his body, and magic runes spread across his form as his aura surged to apocalyptic levels in an instant.
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He spun the Solar Divine Spear in his hand, and with the power of the Divine Flame, he ruthlessly thrust it toward Tiberius’s head.
“Insufferable!” Tiberius’s eyes narrowed with contempt, dismissing Luca’s attack entirely.
With a casual flick of his wrist, he was ready to end this lucky human’s life.
But just as he raised his arm, there was a sharp crack, and his arm bent at an unnatural angle, forming a twisted curve.
Dislocated?!
Both Tiberius and Jormungandr’s eyes went wide in disbelief, unable to process what they had just seen.
A Disaster-level Transcendent powerhouse—had his arm just dislocated?!
At that moment, Luca’s attack reached Tiberius.