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Chapter 220 - 220: Sniper Skill Stone

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Sniper Skill Stone

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This was a pale gold porcelain jar, covered in gold foil, with countless twisted faces of agony etched upon it. From a distance, it gave off an eerie feeling. Anyone with a fear of crowds would undoubtedly feel nauseous upon seeing it.

Song Jian leisurely walked towards the porcelain jar. The closer he got to it, the stronger the sense of danger he felt in his heart. There was also a bone-chilling feeling that wrapped around him, as if what lay before him weren’t a porcelain jar, but a massive, thousand-year-old chunk of ice.

“Maybe this is a treasure chest in the game, capable of yielding good loot!” Song Jian’s eyes were gleaming, his mind filled with visions of silver-grade and gold-grade treasures.

Upon closer observation, there was a rigid look in his eyes, as if he were being pulled forward by some unseen force.

Stepping up to the dressing table, Song Jian extended his hand towards the porcelain jar.

Hisss-

Smoke resembling human faces wafted from the jar. Each face was screaming in torment as it seemed to bear an endless pain. They had already shattered.

“Come, join us, join us, join…”

“I’m free, I’m free, I’m so hungry…”

“Kill you all, kill all, kill all…”

A cacophony of screams and roars filled Song Jian’s ears, as if a vast crowd surrounded him, relentlessly yelling, irritating him, and causing his eyes to gradually fill with bloodshot veins.

Groups of face-shaped dark smoke floated above the porcelain jar, repeatedly merging, biting, and swallowing each other. Eventually, they formed into one horrendous and resentful face, staring intently at Song Jian.

Song Jian’s head was throbbing with pain, his chest felt as if a boulder was pressing against it. He tried to vomit but couldn’t. Wave after wave of psychic attacks, like tidal surges, came crashing against him. Just as he was about to succumb, about to break down, a burst of cool energy emerged in his mind, instantaneously dispelling all negative energy.

Song Jian regained his consciousness, panting heavily. His face was covered in sweat. Just now, he had faced a brush with death, and had almost lost his sanity!

Looking up at that ferocious face, a trace of murderous intent flickered in Song Jian’s eyes. He lifted his left hand.

Swipe-

A streak of silver Sword Qi whizzed towards the floating face.

The horrific face curled up at the corners of its mouth, with a look of mockery passed in its eyes: “Your attack is ineffective, mortal, offer up your body, let me…”

Whoosh-

The silver Sword Qi flashed past, splitting the face in half. Dense smoke rose from the fractured wounds. The face looked horrified: “How is this possible…”

Puff—

The face turned into a cloud of dark smoke, wildly writhing in mid-air, as if trying to reform itself. However, it eventually dissipated.

The chilling and bone-piercing feeling gradually faded, and the golden light that radiated from the surface of the porcelain jar dimmed.

Crack-

A crack appeared on the surface of the porcelain jar, followed by the sound of shattering. The entire surface of the porcelain jar was like a spider’s web, covered in cracks. A sense of decay wafted from within the jar.

Bang-

The porcelain jar suddenly exploded, spewing out a heap of grey-black powder.

“This feels like the ashes left after the monsters die?” Song Jian looked in confusion at the powder that continued to flow out.

This time, he gained no benefits. Instead, he almost lost his life, leaving Song Jian a bit vexed.

Swoosh, swoosh-

As the porcelain jar exploded, the grey-black powder flowed out non-stop, trickling from the dressing table to the floor. Song Jian began searching other pieces of furniture in the room, possible sources of hidden items.

“One bottle of mineral water, one bag of chips, nothing else!” Song Jian shook his head, stashing these two items into his inventory.

Resources in the newbie zones were running thin. Only these high-level areas still had food and drinks. Back in newbie zones, these items that were essential for survival had started to slightly increase in price.

“I should scout other dressing rooms. Maybe I can find some good loot!” As Song Jian was about to leave, he glanced unintentionally at the dressing table and noticed a flicker of light from the shattered jar’s ashes.

“Huh, there’s something inside!” Song Jian’s eyes lit up. He walked swiftly towards the porcelain jar, now reduced to a pedestal, and dug into the black ashes twice. He then pulled out a stone that shimmered with a silvery glow.

It was a stone in opalescent white, semi-transparent, with a surface that was as smooth as pebbles. Engraved in the stone was the character for “skill”.

“What is this…” Holding the stone, Song Jian furrowed his brows. This was his first encounter with such an object, leaving him somewhat bewildered.

However, the attributes of the stone soon appeared before his eyes.

“Sniper Skill Stone: Fatal Blow; Learning Requirements: Sniper class, Level 15; Usage effect: Once used, learn the skill, ‘Fatal Blow.’ Fatal Blow: At the cost of 80% Vitality Points, deal 280% critical damage to the target, additionally, hit enemy’s vitals to stack extra damage on critical hits.”

“A skill stone for snipers? This skill is a bit scary. A one-shot kill from a kilometer away must be a core skill for the sniper profession. As expected from ‘Fatal Blow,’ it is indeed fatal!” Song Jian was a bit astounded. This skill stone was extremely precious. With such severe damage output, it gave even Song Jian pause, fearing he might get one-shotted. As for other players with only a hundred or two hundreds of Vitality Points?

“I can’t sell this skill even if it rots in my warehouse!” Song Jian tightly clutched the skill stone. After pondering for a while, he put it into his inventory.

Even though he found a valuable item, it brought little immediate benefit to Song Jian. After leaving the dressing room, he thoroughly searched all the other dressing rooms backstage of the theatre. He found a lot of food and water, as well as some ingredients for making medicine. With his portable medicine crafting station, Song Jian managed to create three high-quality Weakness Potions.

Through a corridor, he pushed open a half-broken wooden door to enter a spacious front hall. As far as he could see, the hall was probably over two thousand square meters in size. There were over a thousand seats in front of the stage, although many of them were now in disrepair.

Ribbit, ribbit-

A series of low croaks resonated throughout the hall. Song Jian narrowed his eyes, noticing that under the seats of the hall, many monsters were sound asleep.

These monsters looked like eight or nine-year-old children, dressed in simple dirty gray clothes, badly torn. Behind them were large black bat wings, making them look like giant bats.

“Zombie Bats, all of them are Zombie Bats!” Song Jian was startled and quickly retreated.