Those who reincarnate must die.

The Frost Giant King is not only a giant, but also frost!

Despite having all four limbs crippled, this terrifying monster can still use magic!

The cave, which was originally warmer than outside because of the burning campfire, suddenly became like an ice cellar. The frost on the rock walls was just a side effect; the real attack came from the extremely cold winds blowing in from all directions!

Under the onslaught of this terrible cold wave, Zhang Lang's coat was immediately covered with frost, and the hem fluttered in the cold wind before coming to a stop. Even the giant king under Zhang Lang's feet was covered with a thick layer of frost!

However, Zhang Lang himself was the only one who was unaffected.

There were no signs of freezing on the hair, eyebrows, exposed head and hands.

This cold wind is magic!

The Frost Giant King seemed to realize that the cold wind alone was ineffective against the enemy on his back. Suddenly, hard ice spikes sprouted from the ice walls all around the cave, shooting towards Zhang Lang like a rain of arrows!

In such a low-temperature environment, the ice is as hard as steel, practically hundreds or thousands of steel knives!

Unfortunately, even a real knife wouldn't scare Zhang Lang...

With the ice spikes clanging and shattering against his body, Zhang Lang bent down, tore through the frost and flesh on the Frost Giant King's back, and touched the massive spine that was as thick as a palace pillar.

Suddenly, a sense of crisis, as if someone else held his life in their hands, arose in the Frost Giant King's heart. The barrage of ice arrows ceased abruptly, and the terrifying monster trembled, no longer daring to retaliate...

It has realized that this is an opponent it cannot fight back against no matter what.

Unfortunately, Zhang Lang wouldn't make an exception for him just because he cooperated obediently. At most, he could only alleviate the guy's pain.

For example, knock him unconscious first, so that he forgets the pain and disability, and lives out his life in a coma.

This was his final act of mercy...

Finally, after more than ten minutes, Zhang Lang left the cave carrying a large, bloody piece of jawbone. And inside the cave, beside the giant monster's corpse, the enormous magic door had been opened…

By the time Zhang Lang returned to the ground, it was already quite dark. He dragged his spoils to the exchange counter, where there was no longer a queue.

Besides the Frost Giant King's chin, he also plucked off the Yeti's two horns along the way... After all, each horn was worth over a hundred yuan, so this should be considered a reward chest left by the quest for lucky reincarnators.

In short, with these two items, Zhang Lang exchanged for more than 1,700 gold coins. Afterwards, he went upstairs to report to the old scholar about the fourth floor he had just explored.

"Tropical rainforest?" The old scholar frowned and opened the ancient book.

"Based on what you said, there are huge reptiles, dinosaurs, monitor lizards, and the like inside... I guess it's this." The old scholar turned to a page that read: "Jungle Underground Palace!"

"It's teeming with ancient monsters. On the fourth floor, there will probably be fifteen different kinds of monsters... Great, don't worry, there will definitely be new bounty posters by tomorrow morning."

At the same time, everyone received a notification that the fourth floor was open and they could receive another 100 gold coins.

This news immediately caused a huge uproar among the reincarnators!

The fourth floor is already open?

It's only been a few days? One floor a day?

They haven't even finished the basic five days, and they've already reached the fourth floor?

"Hero-level is indeed hero-level!" In the small bar at last night's trade fair, the reincarnators who were trading saw this news and started discussing it.

"Could anyone who reaches Hero rank within twenty-five worlds be weak?" a bearded man sneered. "To be honest, a few worlds ago, I did a mission with that black guy named Tuka! That guy, before he even reached Hero rank, already hunted a monster worth 300 points all by himself!"

"Three hundred points for one monster?" a bespectacled woman nearby questioned. "We're on the third floor now, and there haven't been any three hundred gold coin bounties yet..."

"That's why I say he's amazing!" the bearded man laughed.

"I don't think so!" A short man curled his lip. "I used to be on the same altar as that Olissis! That guy, all talk about morality and righteousness, was actually a complete idiot, and arrogant, looking down on everyone!"

"Then how did someone like him get promoted to hero level?" the others questioned.

"Just lucky!" the short man scoffed. "As far as I know, he drew two rare rewards with high stats, and the sword he's holding is powerful too. Of course it's powerful! I could do that too!"

"You're just jealous!" a short-haired young girl next to him laughed. "If he were really an incompetent fool, where would he get points? How would he win rewards? I think you're just jealous of his good looks and abilities!"

"I'm embarrassed to even mention it!" The short guy curled his lip. "He's capable? You all saw how many newbies he screwed over! That kid's a rich kid in real life. The second time he entered the altar, he got guns and bulletproof vests from real life! Later, he hooked up with a merchant, and every time he finished a mission, he'd go back and buy 500 points! Otherwise, do you think he'd even get a 1000-point reward? He'd be dead at the hands of monsters by now!"

A fixed bonus of 500 points after each mission? Upon hearing this, everyone cursed inwardly, "Damn the power of money!"

At this moment, a middle-aged man suddenly spoke up: "I've heard that none of the lords this time were defeated by heroes..."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at him.

"What nonsense are you spouting..." the bearded man laughed. "Who, if not a hero-level monster, could possibly deal with a lord-level monster? Those are monsters worth a thousand points in a level three world!"

"Yeah, yeah!" the others chimed in. "Even heroic-level monsters need to cooperate to deal with those kinds of monsters, right? With us sacrificial lambs, sending any number of us would be a waste..."

"You don't know!" said the long-haired woman beside the middle-aged man, "On the day we were hunting the Sandstorm Lizard on the second level, we were working with a Hero-level monster... but in the end, the Sandstorm Lizard suddenly went berserk, the hunt failed, even the Hero-level monster couldn't handle it, and we scattered and fled after healing. When we went back to check on it a while later, we found that the lizard was dead..."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "The monster that a team of over thirty people couldn't defeat, they took care of those seven after we, the sacrificial offerings, left?"

"Maybe they don't want to share the bounty with you!" the others laughed. "They're deliberately trying to get you out of the way before they strike!"

"Perhaps..." The middle-aged man sighed, glancing at the long-haired woman beside him. Both of them were just one reward away from becoming heroes, and they could tell whether those heroes were holding back or not... That berserk Sandstorm Lizard was definitely not something they could handle... At least, they couldn't kill it without taking damage. Even if they managed to hunt it down successfully, they would lose at least one or two people, and it wouldn't be that quick!

Forget it, there's no point in trying to reason with people who haven't experienced it firsthand. Now that we've reached the fourth level, it's no longer a realm that these sacrificial offerings can tread. Let's see how far the strongest can go...

"I just wonder what kind of monster actually hunted the Sandstorm Lizard..."

Just as they were muttering to themselves, the bar door was suddenly pushed open, and a tall man wearing a long leather trench coat walked in carrying a suitcase.

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