Chapter 169 - Obtaining Platinum Title Scroll

Despite its renowned cunning, the Light Palace Lord was successfully deceived by Han Wu’s performance. It tried desperately to escape once it realized Han Wu was still capable of moving so nimbly, it required at least three seconds to activate its teleportation skill.; With Han Wu incessantly harassing it, however, that window simply never materialized, giving it no opportunity to cast the spell.

After numerous failed attempts to escape, the Light Palace Lord decided to face Han Wu in a direct confrontation. With the help of the Foresight Crystal Ball, it generated ten light orbs that orbited around it. These orbs then began to fire light bombs at Han Wu at random intervals.

Activating his Black Dragon King Transformation, Han Wu weathered through the blistering attacks of the light bomb, thrusting his clawed hands into the Light Palace Lord’s chest and immediately crushing its core.

The moment the Light Palace Lord fell, a flurry of notifications appeared before Han Wu. He had finally reached level 100, a milestone that granted him an additional title slot, allowing him to equip four different titles simultaneously. Almost immediately afterward, another notification confirmed the floor’s perfect clear, and, as a bonus, his Light Spirit Reaper title had been upgraded to Platinum rank.

Han Wu wasted no time in securing the Foresight Crystal Ball that the Light Palace Lord had dropped, stowing it safely within his spatial ring. To prevent any unforeseen complications, he quickly left the third floor, not even pausing to examine the effects of his newly acquired Platinum title.

He made his way back to the plaza, finding it just as bustling and vibrant as he had left it. His gaze swept across the numerous stalls, specifically searching for the one that offered the Platinum Title Scroll, until his eyes finally landed upon it. The stall owner was still there, persistently attempting to trade his title scroll for the Foresight Crystal Ball.

The exceptional rarity of the title scroll meant that numerous adventurers had gathered around the stall, creating quite a bustling scene. In fact, it was rather astonishing that, despite its value, no one had yet attempted to outright snatch the scroll. The large foot traffic around the stall had also eventually prompted quite a few individuals to purchase various materials from the nearby stalls as well.

Han Wu made his way to the bustling stall and, with a swift motion, pulled the gleaming Foresight Crystal Ball from his spatial ring. “Hey, mister. I have the Foresight Crystal Ball right here. Can we complete the trade for the title scroll now?”

The other adventurers surrounding the stall laughed at his words.

“How many times this month has a clueless adventurer tried to deceive the stall owner? Do you honestly think you can just take a regular crystal ball and masquerade it as the Light Palace Lord’s Foresight Crystal Ball?”

“Hey brat, aren’t you embarrassed spouting such blatant lies in public? Have you no shame? Youth these days...”

“Get out of the way; don’t block our view of the Platinum Title Scroll!”

A palpable, chilling bloodlust erupted from Han Wu as he leveled a furious glare at the sneering adventurers. Every single person present clamped their mouths shut, instinctively sensing the grave danger they had foolishly invited upon themselves by their careless words. The stall owner, though unnerved, clearly recognized that Han Wu was not to be trifled with, yet surprisingly, he harbored no fear of being robbed, despite the murderous aura Han Wu had just displayed.

After all, the very fact that he was able to openly sell a Platinum Title Scroll in such a public place implied a great deal about the stall owner. He himself had to be not only an exceptionally strong Gold adventurer but also possess a formidable background and powerful connections. Any individual foolish enough to attempt to harm or steal from him would definitely face a terrible demise.

“Young man, may I have a look at it?” the stall owner asked eagerly, anticipation rising in his eyes.

Han Wu nodded and passed him the Foresight Crystal Ball.

As the stall owner’s fingers grazed the Ball’s perfectly smooth surface, he immediately sensed the powerful, mysterious energy pulsating within. With a nod, he confirmed that this was, beyond a doubt, the genuine Foresight Crystal Ball, unmistakably the one dropped by the Light Palace Lord.

“Wow, this is the real deal! Young man, how did you get this? As far as I know, the Light Palace Lord is very sly, and no one has ever found it before.”

“That’s my secret,” Han Wu said, not wishing to explain. “You just need to give me the scroll, and our business ends.”

The stallowner realized he had overstepped his boundaries. He promptly accepted the Foresight Crystal Ball and, with a respectful gesture, used both hands to present the Platinum Title Scroll to Han Wu. “Young man, I am very interested in that information. Should you ever feel inclined to part with it, please come and find me. I assure you, we can always strike a good deal.”

Han Wu brushed off the stall owner’s lingering comments and, with the title scroll confirmed to be genuine, prepared to leave. However, the adventurers encircling him had no intention of allowing him to simply walk away. Their earlier restraint with the stall owner stemmed from a fear of his background; robbing Han Wu, however, was an entirely different proposition. No matter how ferocious he might appear, he would surely cower and flee once they called in a hundred of their allies to surround him, wouldn’t he?

Han Wu had barely taken a few steps from the bustling area when his path was abruptly cut off by a menacing group of adventurers.

“Brat, hand over the title scroll, or face the consequences!” snarled their leader, a Gold-ranked adventurer whose tone dripped with arrogance and contempt. Intimidating a mere Silver adventurer was an effortlessly simple task.

Han Wu had no desire to waste a single moment on what he considered mere trash, and with a swift, fluid motion, he pulled out his gatling gun and immediately unleashed a torrent of bullets upon them. The rounds tore through the adventurers blocking his path, killing them instantly. He even made sure to give the Gold adventurer special attention, turning him into a gory, bullet-riddled mess.

An adventurer watching from the sidelines immediately recognized Han Wu’s gatling gun. By a grim coincidence, she was one of the few survivors who had escaped the brutal annihilation of the guild alliance on the third floor. The moment her gaze fell upon the gatling gun, a flood of repressed, traumatic memories came rushing back, overwhelming her. Her carefully reconstructed state of mind instantly shattered, forcing her to vividly relive the horrific experiences she had endured on the third floor.

“

Ahhhh!

Someone, please help me! No, no, please don’t shoot at me! I swear, I’ll leave the guild right now, I promise!” she shrieked, her voice cracking with terror. Huddled tightly into a ball against the cold corner of a wall, she continued to sob uncontrollably and scream.

Han Wu paid no mind to the distraught adventurer, stepping over the fresh corpses as he made his way back into the Sky Palace. With a rapidly growing list of enemies, his immediate priority was to acquire the Planeswalker title as quickly as possible. Finding a reliable method of escape in a tight spot was now absolutely imperative for his survival.

With the title scroll now in his possession, Han Wu quickly realized that he still required a few additional ingredients to complete his objective, so he headed straight for the most prominent shop in the plaza. He planned to buy the necessary materials he lacked and sell off the ones he didn’t need at the same time.

After successfully clearing all three floors perfectly in one go, Han Wu had accumulated a decent amount of materials. Once he brought out everything he intended to sell from his inventory, the sheer volume of these materials piled up, forming a small mountain.

The shopkeeper, recognizing the unusual nature of these materials, urgently summoned their most experienced appraiser to analyze the goods Han Wu had presented for sale. Among them were rare items like half-dragon scales, Noble Soul equipment, light crystals, and an array of other bloodstained materials. Soon, the appraiser’s initial curiosity turned to stark alarm as he realized something shocking: a significant portion of the bloodstained materials unmistakably originated from the recently decimated Gull Guild, Fierce Tiger Clan, and Flying Dragon Clan!

His urgent report reached his supervisor, who was instantly overcome with fear. The supervisor had already caught wind of an alarming piece of news: the three powerful guilds had encountered a truly “crazy” individual on the third floor. What he never anticipated was that this very crazy person was now standing within their shop! This stark realization also confirmed that the guild alliance had suffered a complete and utter defeat.

The more the supervisor analyzed the situation, the more his apprehension mounted. Soon, he came to the conclusion that this complex predicament was far beyond his paygrade, so he wisely deferred the decision-making to his boss.

The boss himself swiftly rushed to the scene upon receiving the alarming news. After witnessing the sheer mountain of equipment, which had unmistakably been looted from the fallen adventurers of the guild alliance, he became absolutely certain in his heart that the man standing before them posed a greater threat than all three guilds combined. Despite his strong personal preference against purchasing such ill-gotten and ominous equipment, he chose to suppress his reservations and reluctantly proceed, unwilling to risk angering Han Wu.

“Young man, my appraiser has submitted his report and concluded that the estimated worth of your wares is approximately 2 million gold coins. However, given that some of these items possess special value, we’ve decided to offer you 3 million gold coins instead. How does that sound to you?”

The additional 1 million was, in essence, a form of protection money being offered by the boss. Han Wu naturally understood the boss’s subtle implication but hadn’t actually desired such funds. Nevertheless, since the shop itself had offered it willingly, there was no reason to refuse.

“Sure.”

The boss inwardly sighed in relief after Han Wu agreed. This strongly implied that Han Wu would likely refrain from causing any trouble or disruption for the shop now that he had accepted the money—that was the concept of “protection money”, after all. Fortunately, a loss of 1 million was something the boss could afford to absorb.

After receiving the 3 million gold coins, Han Wu asked, “I need to buy some materials. Do you have them?”

He gave them a list of materials needed to obtain the Planeswalker title. Upon reviewing it, the boss’s expression grew serious; every single material on the list was exceptionally rare and valuable. He quickly calculated the cumulative cost, realizing the total would amount to a staggering 3.5 million gold coins.

The boss felt his stomach churn after calculating the price, but for the sake of his shop, he gritted his teeth and replied, “We have them, but the price...”

“Is 3 million not enough?”

“No, no, 3 million is just enough.” The boss was clearly on the brink of breaking down, yet he somehow managed to force a smile onto his face.

An hour later, he had painstakingly gathered all the requested materials and displayed them before Han Wu. His voice trembled slightly as he said, “Dear customer, these are all the materials you requested.”

Han Wu collected the materials he had requested, then smoothly placed the card, loaded with 3 million gold coins, onto the counter. From a financial perspective, he realized that this transaction effectively meant he hadn’t gained any profit.

Just as he was about to exit the shop, Han Wu abruptly paused, turned back, and calmly delivered a chilling piece of news to the owner. “The heads of the Gull Guild, Fierce Tiger Clan, and the Flying Dragon Clan are all dead. They met their end on the third floor.”

After dropping such a bomb, he simply walked away. The boss, despite his lingering sting from his recent financial losses, suddenly perked up at the revelation. This information alone was worth more than 3 million gold coins!

“Mobilize as many adventurers and mercenaries as we possibly can! Follow me! We’re going to go and claim their territories!”