Reincarnated Avatar; I got 2 SSS-Rank Unique Skills
Chapter 72: Public enemy No. 1

Chapter 72: Public enemy No. 1

As the dust settled, there was the drop rewards of Phantom Deadeye, the Wild Boss in a treasure chest. But there was something else.

The drops from the player kills.

In Warstar, there are consequences for an Avatar dying in the game. Apart from losing a part of XP, players also drop items after being killed.

There’s a randomized percentage of an Avatar dropping items after being killed, the higher the grade of item or equipment the lower the drop rate.

After the stunt that Noah and his crew just pulled, in the aftermath, apart from the Wild Boss’ treasure chest, a sea of lot stretched out before them.

Glowing weapons, armor, accessories, potions, and gold, all spilled across the canyon floor like the aftermath of a battlefield scavenger hunt.

This was another reward that pushed Noah to conceive the crazy idea.

"Bad habits die hard". Aria glared at him on noticing his smirk.

"What? Me?" Noah laughed. "My PKing days are behind me".

"Hmm, lies".

While the 2 bickered like usual, Benjamin whistled, eyes gleaming as he took in the sight. "Well, well, well..., looks like our dear pursuers really dropped the ball on this one". He chuckled.

Caleb groaned. "Shut up".

Finally ignoring Noah, Aria kicked a discarded helmet aside, snorting. "Forget the ball, they dropped their entire inventory".

She looked at Noah again, grinning. "I bet you must be enjoying this. The almighty Stinger of Doom entering the game to PK and pick drop items, it would tarnish the reputation of Cyber Squad’s God Avatar, so they never let you".

"But with Lord Doom..., you’re free".

"Must be liberating, right?"

Noah no longer remained modest. "Hahaha, I enjoyed this!"

Aria laughed.

Meanwhile, Genevieve covered her face, sighing. "Are we actually looting a hundred people? This feels... wrong".

Benjamin clapped a hand on her shoulder. "Genevieve. My dear, sweet, moral compass, now let me introduce you to the concept of spoils of war".

Familiar with what was to follow after, Genevieve waved a hand, indicating that she was not interested in Benjamin’s lecture.

"Tsk, you’re missing out on wisdom".

Noah, standing at the center of it all, smirked as he looked at Genevieve. "There’s nothing to feel bad about".

"They wanted to ruin our game experience. Instead, they just became our personal loot pinatas".

Benjamin grinned. "That’s the spirit! Now, let’s get to picking up the pieces of their failure!"

Caleb sighed but immediately began sifting through the rare drops. "I hate that joke, but I love this loot".

Thinking of something as they picked up the loot, Genevieve looked at Caleb. "Do you think they’ll come back for revenge? Afterall, we literally just killed 100 members of their guild".

Caleb looked at her, hesitated for a moment in thought and answered. "From my hypothesis and data extrapolated from past precedent, there’s an approximate 88.3% chance that they’ll come back for revenge".

Aria groaned. "Was that .3% part really necessary? Huh, genius?"

Noah laughed. "I guess we’re now public enemy no. 1".

"Has a nice ring to it, huh?" Benjamin also laughed.

Noah looked into the distance. "Let them come, we’ll welcome them".

...

In a darkened war hall, a council of power-hungry guild leaders sat around an obsidian roundtable, their Avatars cloaked in regal armors, ominous robes, or magical cloaks, depending on their guild’s aesthetic and Avatar class.

The air among them was tense and awkward, a mix of shock, irritation, and disbelief hanging between them as they reviewed the battle footage.

Despite the chaos of the situation, one player had the presence of mind to switch on his recording function which captured the unforgettable moment.

"Unbelievable," muttered a guild leader clad in heavy crimson plate. "They flipped a goddamn Wild Boss into a nuclear warhead and wiped out a hundred of our players!"

Another, draped in midnight-blue robes snorted. "Correction, your players. My guild didn’t send anyone, I knew something like this might happen".

"Have you watched him fight in the arena at all? That Reckless Storm too".

"Lord Doom isn’t just any player; he’s a nightmare in human form".

That earned a round of chuckles and sneers, all directed at Cyber Crew’s guild leader, Shattered Star, the ring leader in rallying them against Lord Doom and whose alternate avatar had been among the hundred casualties.

"Tsk". Shattered Star blushed behind his computer, feeling embarrassed.

’These bastards...!’

"So, tell me," one leader grinned mockingly. "How did it feel getting obliterated by your own greed?"

Cyber Crew’s guild leader scowled, still hovering in ghost form above his corpse. "Tch. Laugh it up. That bastard played dirty". He said shamelessly. "Nobody expected him to pull something so absurd".

Another guild leader, a Berserker grinned. "What? You thought the most famous player killer in the 11th server was going to fight you fair and square?"

A woman in sleek, futuristic armor leaned forward. "No, what’s absurd is that a five-man squad just turned the biggest guilds in the server into loot dispensers".

"At least we’ll get to retrieve our dropped items!"

Shattered Star said, but then...

Cyber Crew’s guild leader froze, still in spectator ghost mode in his 2nd computer where he controlled his alternate account.

The Avatar would remain like this in its death spot till the controller used the respawn function of the game to respawn at his designated spawn point.

At this moment, in the other computer, his transparent avatar hovered over the battlefield, watching a sickening sight.

Lord Doom and his crew stood atop a mountain of loot, laughing, joking, and casually picking through their spoils like bandits dividing treasure.

The female Cleric hesitated, guilt flashing in her eyes.

The unassuming Summoner sighed but kept looting.

As for the infamous Blademaster, Reckless Storm, she scoffed as if mocking the foolishness and incompetence of their pursuers.

The Elementalist?

That damn pun-spewing clown whistled and made another joke.

"...!" Shattered Star coughed blood.

Something snapped inside.

Cyber Crew’s guild leader’s ghostly face twisted with rage; his fingers clenched into spectral fists.

"Those arrogant... miserable... INSOLENT TRASH!"

"THEY DARE!!!"

His furious roar shook the war hall. The other guild leaders turned to look at him, brows raised in a silent question.

His voice was filled with hatred and humiliation as he explained the situation.

"..."

When he was done explaining, the other guild leaders were speechless.

Shattered Star continued, his voice pure venom. "We gave them a chance to join us. We tried diplomacy".

"Now, not only do they spit in our faces, but they humiliate us?"

His form flickered violently as he seethed. "You want war? WE’LL GIVE YOU WAR!"

A hush settled over the war hall.

Then...

A smirk spread across the Berserker’s face. "Heh. War, huh? It seems brother Shattered Star is really angry this time".

The futuristic-armored woman cracked her knuckles. "It’s been a while since we had a proper guild war".

The midnight-robed mage chuckled darkly. "I was getting bored, anyway. Besides, one way or another, this Lord Doom needs to be put in his place".

"If it continued like this, newbies would begin to think that the top guilds are easily bullied".

Cyber Crew’s guild leader grinned viciously, his ghost form fading from the battlefield as his real avatar prepared for all-out revenge.

The verdict was unanimous.

They were not hiding it anymore, the top guilds declared war on Lord Doom.

Lord Doom and his crew were now public enemy number one.

...

The moment the declaration of war spread across the game’s networks, the entire server erupted into chaos.

Guild forums, faction channels, livestream broadcasts, all flooded with one name..., Lord Doom.

Yes, that same Lord Doom.

The man who made an enemy of the entire pro scene.

At first, disbelief.

"Wait, what? All the top guilds are mobilizing... for five players?"

Then mockery.

"LMAO, Lord Doom really thinks he’s a one-man raid boss?"

"Dude played one too many single-player games".

"Arrogance has consequences. These idiots should’ve joined a guild like everyone else, what’s so special about them?"

But soon, as the scale of the mobilization of the top guilds became clear, mockery shifted to awe.

"Holy shit! The guilds aren’t just sending elites, they’re emptying their reserves, wtf!"

"This isn’t a player hunt anymore; this is a f*cking war!"

Excitement surged.

The Warstar community had never seen anything like this.

Hundreds of livestreams launched, thousands of players abandoned their quests just to spectate, millions tuned in from outside the server.

All eyes locked onto a single battlefield...

The Canyon of Ruin.

A natural deathtrap; narrow ravines, winding rock formations, towering cliffs perfect for ambushes.

It was where Lord Doom’s crew was last spotted.

And it was where the guilds would wipe them out.

In guild fortresses and hidden strongholds, war horns echoed.

Top guilds activated their war protocols.

Cyber Crew, Nightfall, Steel Legion, Nightfall, Tyrant Legion, Dragon Fang, Black Thorn..., all names that commanded respect and fear in the Warstar community.

And now, they poured everything into this.

Main raiding parties deployed; elite squadrons received emergency summons.

Guild vaults unlocked reserve arsenals, legendary weapons and consumables usually saved for endgame raids. War tactics devised by pro-level strategists.

War banners unfurled.

The message was clear, this was no ordinary guild battle.

They were using Lord Doom to send a message.

Defy the top guilds? Get erased!

And they had the numbers to make it happen.

By the time their forces neared the canyon, their numbers swelled past a thousand, turning it into a tide.

"Jesus Christ, this is overkill".

"Five players are about to get deleted from existence".

Yet despite the overwhelming certainty of Lord Doom’s demise, the world couldn’t look away.

Because deep down, everyone knew...

This was Lord Doom, Lord and owner of the 11th Warstar server.

Destroyer of Hell Mode dungeons, owner of SSS-Rank equipment and SSS-Rank unique skills.

And if anyone could make the impossible happen..., it was him.

Could he do it?