I Can Get 1,000,000x Returns from Selling Anything!-Chapter 87 --Hunting? Defense Already Shattered

The entire teleport zone fell into a deathly silence.

The foreign-world coalition that had been hunting District 616 players froze mid-action, their bodies stiffening as they all turned toward the figure hovering in the sky.

A silver-white scarf fluttered in the wind, jet-black dragon wings slowly beating behind him, and the longbow in his hands gleamed with pale moonlight.

Daniel’s expression was chiseled like a blade. There was no rage, no frenzy—only a frozen, absolute calm.

It was as if the three thousand-plus enemies before him were mere specks of dust, easily brushed away.

[Faustus · Lv100 · Upon the Throne]

"Fa... Faustus..."

A trembling whisper emerged from somewhere, saturated with fear.

Then, as if repelled by an invisible force, hundreds of foreign-world players simultaneously turned and fled in every direction.

"Devil! He’s a devil!"

"Devil my foot—that’s cheating, no doubt! Let’s see how they spin this one!"

"Forget whether he’s cheating—the problem is we’re locked! Holy shit, who can get up there and stop him?"

"Damn it, my friend just messaged me. Being killed by Faustus makes you lose levels and equipment! This cheat dog is insane!"

"I don’t want to drop levels! I don’t want to lose gear!"

"Gods, save me!"

Daniel’s lips curved slightly, yet there was no trace of amusement in his eyes.

He unfurled his dragon wings; his figure became a black lightning bolt.

God Speed!

In the next moment, he appeared in the densest cluster of fleeing players.

[Arrowstorm!]

A golden rain of arrows poured down again, toppling hundreds more.

Activating God Speed, he reappeared in another direction.

[Void Arrow!]

Arrows charged with elemental power pierced through the crowd, detonating at a distance and sending dust swirling into the sky.

Again, hundreds fell without resistance.

Over the next few minutes, Daniel’s figure flashed across the battlefield repeatedly.

Every appearance brought a torrential arrowstorm, each taking down hundreds of lives.

From above, he was like a bolt of black lightning weaving through a fleeing crowd.

Wherever he passed, golden light and scattered loot littered the ground.

Three minutes.

Just three minutes.

Within the MC-8848 Teleport Zone, not a single foreign-world player survived.

The rescued District 616 players stood dumbfounded, staring at the golden-strewn battlefield and the slowly descending black figure, their minds blank.

Some murmured, "Is... is it over?"

Others trembled in disbelief:

"Faustus, alone... three minutes... killed thousands... wait, almost ten thousand, right??"

Some laughed out loud, joy mingled with relief at surviving the massacre.

"Stop standing there! Help the god pick up the loot!"

Over two thousand District 616 players snapped out of their stupor, cheering as they charged toward the golden battlefield.

"Long live Faustus!"

"Long live World District 616!"

"Let those foreign-world scum see what happens when they mess with us!"

[Global Live Stream · Faustus Channel]

The chat exploded.

"Cheat dog, die!"

"By the gods! Three minutes, one person, nearly ten thousand kills!"

"Those were all players, not ordinary mobs!"

Faustus: "So you want to gang up on me?"

"Hahaha... after this battle, the foreign-world players will have nightmares."

"Lose 5 levels, drop gear, empty backpack and gold coins... who can survive that?"

"One death here basically means delete your account and start over. Faustus isn’t playing, he’s committing genocide!"

"District 616 players: Thanks to Faustus for the loot package!"

Billions of viewers stared at the hovering figure on-screen, a chill running from their feet to their minds.

The voices that had clamored to unite against District 616 were now completely silenced.

Unite? How could they?

Dozens attacking one target—each hit -1.

Thousands wiped out in three minutes.

And the ease with which he executed it, the contemptuous gaze... cut deep into every foreign-world player’s soul.

How could anyone fight such an enemy?

[Ding! You killed the player "Rod," gaining 100 Battle Points!]

[Ding! You have killed over 10,000 players, earning the secret realm achievement: "Slaughterer"!]

Daniel had grown up in the cruelest wars of his past life.

He had witnessed countless calamities, countless comrades falling, his hands soaked in blood.

Over two centuries, his heart had been tempered to solid rock.

So now, as he slaughtered the foreign-world players, he felt no hesitation whatsoever.

Yet, throughout the pursuit, one thought lingered deep in his mind:

In the other areas of this secret realm, District 616 players were likely being besieged by coalition forces as well.

Those who survived to reach the castle would likely be less than one in ten.

This was well within his expectations.

In previous lives, District 616 players often suffered under coalitions led by World District 250.

In this life, the players’ power was even stronger, so the assaults would be even more frenzied.

Daniel’s eyes darkened; his bow-hand drew faster.

[Ding! You have killed over 100,000 players, earning the secret realm achievement: "Overwhelming Force"!]

[Global Live Stream · Faustus Channel]

The chat erupted like a tidal wave; spectators spammed comments frantically.

"Insane! Insane!!"

"Kill these idiots who can’t handle it—Faustus is invincible!"

"These foreign-world scum can’t play fair, so they all die!"

"Well done! Faustus, dealing with them without leaving a single one!"

"Too strong... Faustus’s MP can’t be running out, right? This arrowstorm hasn’t stopped! By the gods!"

"Human-shaped auto-arrow towers? Or infinite ammo ones?"

Meanwhile, in World District 616’s channel, the atmosphere was entirely different.

Eliminated players opened the secret realm interface, switching their view to surviving players.

Seeing the horror that befell those who had just teleported in—wiped out by the foreign coalition—their fury nearly burned through their screens.

"These foreign-world bastards actually targeted us?!"

"They can’t handle it, and now they’re mad because our District 616 players are stronger!"

"Damn! Too bad I’m too low-level, otherwise rushing in to kill a few foreign players would’ve been worth it!"

"Holy shit, this is outrageous! I also want to class-change to archer, and kill all these foreign-world idiots like Faustus!"

"Archer? Calm down— not every archer is Faustus!"

"I see now. This siege was incited by the trash of District 1213 and 250! They deserve to die!"

And as their view switched to Daniel, their anger instantly turned into fervent admiration.