And just like that, the tragic tale of the Honkai world came to an end. Those who survived pulled themselves together and built new homes. Under the leadership of Destiny, Anti-Entropy, and World Serpent, a new United Nations was formed.
In short, the misery of the Honkai timeline had been completely rewritten.
But the story of the Dimensional Guild… was far from over.
"Hehehehehe…"
Hidden in the tall grass, Rimuru let out a perverted chuckle, breaking the calm of the surrounding forest.
"As long as I stay sneaky enough, the final winner is definitely going to be me!" Rimuru shouted confidently in his heart.
Right now, the Dimensional Guild was hosting a high-stakes event — Battle Royale: Chicken Dinner Showdown.
This grand tournament was proudly sponsored by the Kingdom of Tempest, with co-sponsors including the Marines, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Destiny, Anti-Entropy, and World Serpent... Wait, associations?
Let's not get hung up on the details.
Every member of the Dimensional Guild could participate in the event by paying a small registration fee.
In the name of fairness and justice, all participants would have their base stats scaled down, and each contestant was allowed to bring only five skills into the match.
The top three winners would receive a grand prize of 100,000 Crystals, and a lucky spin draw sponsored by the Dimensional Guild!
What are you waiting for? The road to overnight riches is right in front of you!
"Gluttony: Gain 1 stat point for defeating a minion, 10 points for defeating a hero, and 20 points for defeating a rare monster."
Looking at his skill set, Rimuru couldn't help but let out a delighted snort.
"If I can survive the early game, then in the late game it'll be 'slay all who oppose me, gods or men!' 100,000 crystals! Even I'm excited!"
Crouching in the grass, Rimuru excitedly rubbed his cheeks, then turned to look mischievously at his next unsuspecting victim — Marco.
"Why do I feel a chill down my spine...?" Marco muttered, eyes narrowing.
"Wait... could someone have found out I bought those... er... certain books of Dad and Big Mom?! No way, no way, nobody knows about that! I must be overthinking it."
He wiped the imaginary sweat off his forehead and went back to farming minions with renewed focus.
"Whew, that was exhausting..." Marco shook his arms. "Who designed these mobs? They're too tanky and hit like a truck!"
He glanced at his HP bar and shook his head.
"Better heal up first. I'm actually kind of tired now."
He pulled out a red potion and began to recover slowly.
"Hey there, Marco~"
Rimuru emerged from the bushes with a smile, waving at him.
"Oh, hey, Rimuru!" Marco instinctively responded with a smile—then slowly froze in place.
"You just said you're tired, right? Want me to send you off for a little break?" Rimuru asked kindly, as he slowly unsheathed his katana.
"Uhh, actually, I think I'm feeling just fine now!" Marco stammered, eyes locked on the blade gleaming ominously in the light.
"Oh! I just remembered—I forgot to do my laundry! Gotta go!"
Marco abandoned his potion and turned to flee, but before he could even take a step, Rimuru's katana was already resting against his throat.
"Rimuru!" Marco cried out in despair, hoping to appeal to his mercy.
"Marco! Fall here and now!" Rimuru declared, raising his blade.
"Chottomatteeeee!!!" Marco screamed.
"Begone! Become my strength!" Rimuru roared.
"Yamete!!!"
With a single clean slash, Marco's battle royale journey came to an abrupt and tragic end before it even began.
"Sorry," Rimuru said coldly, sheathing his blade. "I'm a heartless killer."
Marco's HP bar dropped to zero as he crumpled to the ground.
"Yes! My path to chicken dinner is clear!" Rimuru cheered, twirling with joy. He opened his stat screen, ready to distribute his new points.
"Huh? What's this? Where are my stat points?" Rimuru stared blankly.
"Don't tell me there's a hidden activation condition for my skill?"
As Rimuru tried to figure it out, flames erupted once more from Marco's body — the Phoenix Flame of resurrection. His HP bar shot back up to 50%.
"What the heck?!" Rimuru looked on in shock as Marco stood up again.
"Later, loser!" Marco shouted, sprinting away. His long legs moved like he had twin diesel engines strapped to them, vanishing in seconds and leaving Rimuru windblown and stunned.
"Don't tell me his passive skill is resurrection?! Oh right—he's the freaking Phoenix!"
Rimuru clutched his head in regret. If he had been just a little more careful, that duck wouldn't have flown off the plate!
"No matter. Even if I just farm minions, I can still go godlike."
Rimuru took a deep breath and began heading toward a new cluster of minions.
"You saw me make a fool of myself, huh? Sorry, but now you all must die."
After all, he was a cold-blooded killer.
"Huff... huff... I should be safe now," Marco panted after running dozens of kilometers. If Rimuru had known about his passive, even resurrection wouldn't have saved him.
"Anyway, time to heal up again."
He pulled out another potion and began to sip it—only to hear a cheerful voice.
"Hey, Marco~!"
Kiana and Mei emerged from a bush, smiling sweetly.
Marco's face turned pale green.
Just escaped the tiger, and now I've met the wolves.
God, what did I do to deserve this?!
"Buh-bye~" Kiana waved sweetly at him. After all, kind people who bring you free kills deserve a warm send-off.
"Sigh... I have three words, but I don't know if I should say them..." Marco lit a cigarette, accepting his fate.
"Lightning Judgment!"
"Spatial Impact!"
"Firstfloor!!!"
And just like that, Marco delivered first blood to Kiana and Mei.
A truly tragic tale. A story worthy of song and tears.
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