Battle for Supremacy Across Realms: From Novice Village to Lord of the Gods

Wu Yong's anger flared even more: "What nonsense! Do you think Boss Qin is like you, without any sense of national righteousness? Open your mind!"

Liu Yuan quickly explained, "Uh...that's not what I meant!"

I'm just wondering, don't you kill monsters alive to level up? What's the point of having corpses? Do spirit herbs and fruits give experience?

After these words were spoken, the channel was silent for a few seconds, and many people began to wonder.

Before Liu Yuan could say anything more, everyone immediately retorted.

Wu Yong: "Boss Qin's arrangement must have a reason!"

He already said that when it comes to betting, every second counts, and he doesn't have time to argue with us.

We've got only one path: full cooperation. Stop babbling!

Lei Jue added, "Exactly! Liu Yuan, if you don't want to help, then stay put and stop bothering everyone and affecting morale!"

Liu Yuan muttered a couple of things, then suddenly exploded: "What?! I was just saying a few words... Holy crap! I spotted a Tier 1 spirit herb too, haha!"

He immediately became enthusiastic: "Where are the two brothers who mentioned having the spiritual herb?"

Let's get the three of us together and quickly make the deal with Boss Qin!

Wu Yong typed a string of ellipses, both angry and amused: "You rascal, you're all talk and no action!"

Qin Dilin watched this farce and shook his head helplessly.

Liu Yuan may be a chatterbox, but he's not a bad person at heart; there's really no way to hold a grudge against him.

He then switched channels, opened the chat box for Village 446, and almost burst out laughing after reading just two lines.

"Haha! Are the people of the Dragon Kingdom stupid? A group of them killed a level 5 ferocious beast, and then gave the corpse to Emperor Qin. They're utterly brainless!"

"My God! You need living monsters to level up, what's the use of corpses? All the Chinese are idiots!"

"Ugh, the Chinese are always so stupid! Earth is clearly twenty years behind India, yet they insist on calling themselves advanced. It's laughable!"

"Tch, what good are the Chinese besides their numbers? Pathetic and laughable!"

"That's right! Our India is the strongest in Asia!"

Emperor Qin laughed heartily; these Indians' inexplicable self-confidence was truly incurable.

Just as he was laughing, another message popped up, almost making him throw up his back.

"Family, I've found something amazing! A bull monster pooped a pile of cow dung, and it's still warm and fresh!"

"My God! Cow dung! That's a gift from Shiva! Quickly keep it safe, it cures all diseases, it's more effective than any medicine!"

"Waaah, I'm so envious! Why don't I have the luck to encounter such a gift from a master!"

Emperor Qin's lips twitched, and his stomach churned.

These Indians have such extreme tastes; it's beyond my comprehension.

Just as I was feeling disgusted, Salman's image popped up, his tone full of smugness.

Salman: "Fellow countrymen, reporting on Lord Amir's latest progress: he's reached level 7 with 1860/18000!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the Indian channel went completely crazy, with messages flooding in even more than those from China.

"My God! Only two hours and Lord Amir is already this fast? That's incredible speed!"

"Absolutely! Lord Amir is amazing, truly the pride of our India!"

"Lord Amir is a powerful ascetic, and of noble Kshatriya birth. Commoners can't compare at all. He's truly great!"

"Lord Amir, we admire you!"

"By the way, how's the progress of that Qin Emperor Lin from the Dragon Kingdom on the other side?"

"Who knows! They've placed all their hopes on Qin Dilin, how ridiculous!"

"The people of the Dragon Kingdom have never drunk the holy water of the Ganges; they're all sickly. Qin Dilin is definitely no match for Lord Amir!"

"I heard that when the betting started, Emperor Qin was only level 6, so I guess he hasn't made any moves yet!"

"Haha! Our Lord Amir is already level 7 with 1860/18000, he's long since left him far behind!"

"I reckon that even if Lord Amir reaches level 8, Qin Dilin won't even reach level 7!"

"Absolutely! Our India is guaranteed to win this time; the Chinese can only be runners-up!"

The channel was filled with cheers and taunts from Indians, who were all smug and overjoyed, as if they had already won the bet.

Emperor Qin shook his head as he watched, secretly amused.

Where does this group of Indians get their inexplicable self-confidence from?

His current progress is already at level 7 with 4980/18000, which is much faster than Amir's.

These arrogant fools never realized they were doomed until their deaths.

After no longer watching the Indian guy's self-indulgent antics, Qin Dilin left the channel.

The most important thing right now is to upgrade quickly and win the bet as soon as possible.

He wanted to see if these Indians could still laugh after they lost everything, their attributes, and their resources!

After leaving the chat channel, Qin Dilin rubbed his aching wrists and, carrying his long sword, ventured deeper into the grasslands.

Waist-high green grass stretches into the distance, and when the wind blows, it stirs up layers of green waves, which is much more pleasing to the eye than the barren wasteland where bones are buried.

His mind was completely focused on killing monsters and leveling up, the faster the better.

With his three great talents of sight, smell, and hearing at their peak, Qin Dilin moved with the elusive grace of oil, darting swiftly into the depths of the meadow.

Within fifteen minutes, a strange noise entered my ears. It wasn't the sound of the wind, but a muffled wriggling sound coming from underground, like someone digging down there.

He stopped in his tracks, squinted at the mound of earth in front of him, and quietly clenched the knife handle in his hand.

This is a level 10 ferocious beast zone; you never know when an exceptionally powerful character might emerge, so we can't afford to be careless.

The thought had barely formed when a deafening explosion erupted, instantly uprooting the grass in front of them. Dust and grass clippings swarmed around them, blinding them.

As the smoke and dust cleared, Emperor Qin almost cursed aloud.

A towering rock giant, eight zhang tall, stood before them.

His entire body was covered in dusty rocks, with clumps of unkempt green grass still clinging to his head. His red eyes shone so brightly they seemed to drip blood, and he glanced at him sideways.

He was even more contemptuous than the old man at the village entrance scolding the naughty boy.

Emperor Qin was fully aware of this.

This guy spotted him a while ago and was just waiting for him to sneak up and attack, but he didn't expect to be discovered first. He's probably holding back his anger.

A system prompt popped up.

He gasped.

The Grassland Stone Giant, a level 11 mutated creature with a combat power of 18 stars, possesses a D-level talent for earth manipulation, has unknown skills, and has a drop rate of only 11%.

Emperor Qin was speechless.

This 18-star is even more powerful than the Cerberus; this guy is clearly using cheat codes in the newbie village.

There are only a dozen or so humans in the entire beginner village who can master D-level talents. This is the first time he has seen a monster with this configuration, and a thin layer of sweat immediately broke out on his back.

In this damn world, you only have one life; if you take a risk, you'll be done for.

Before he could think further, the stone giant lost his composure, let out a low roar, and swung his fan-sized hand to throw a round stone the size of a head.

The round stone was as fast as a cannonball, whistling through the air as it slammed into his face.

With a twist of his body, Emperor Qin slipped away like an eel. The round stone grazed his shoulder and crashed to the ground with a "bang," creating a large crater and sending fragments flying far away.

The stone giant was clearly taken aback, probably not expecting that this level 7 human would react more quickly than many level 10 noobs.

Unconvinced, it waved its hands like rattles, hurling round stones at Qin Dilin one after another as if they were free, the whooshing sound of them cutting through the air sending chills down one's spine.

As Qin Dilin cursed, he flashed through the air using his Shadow Boots, his figure moving so fast that only afterimages remained.

So this guy is a ranged mage, he's totally unplayable.

The pebbles all fell to the ground, the once beautiful grassland was riddled with holes, dust flew like a sandstorm, and even the sun was completely blocked out.