-Your Faction Leader Cynrik Jetlensr has Killed a Level 22 Tier-3 Adept Assassin.-

-Your Faction Leader has killed a being more than ten times your primary level; rewards will be multiplied by a quadruple multiplier.-

-You have received 1,760,000 XP.-

-You have received 12 AGI-

-You have received 12 DEX-

-You have obtained 4 KIN points-

-Four Fire

/Earth Codexes have been transferred to your Faction Leader’s inventory.-

CYNRIK AYKE JETLENSR, WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO NOT KILLING ANYONE SO WE DON’T OFFEND EVERYONE? Brance roared in the mind link. However, unlike the cocky and dismissive answer he expected, he was met by another chain of notifications.

-Your Faction Leader’s Pet, Viisaus, has Killed a Level 32 Tier-3 Bladeworks Assassin.-

-Your Faction Leader’s Pet, Viisaus, has killed a being more than ten times your primary level; rewards will be multiplied by a quadruple multiplier.-

-You have received 2,560,000 XP.-

-You have received 12 AGI-

-You have received 12 STR-

-You have obtained 4 KIN points-

-Four Metal Codexes have been transferred to your Faction Leader’s inventory.-

Don’t worry about what I am doing and focus on your own **ing task Brance. These bastards have pissed me off on a day when I was already silently smoldering, thanks to that Asshat of a Vice Headmaster. After the second string of notifications, Cynrik finally responded, albeit in a hostile tone.

Hundreds of meters from the Arena, Cynrik spun while airborne and caught sight of Vii and Sie withdrawing into the Shadow Realm with a corpse held in their shared talons.

Nodding his head, he landed silently and kept on the move; there was a lot of ground to cover, so he couldn’t allow himself to slow for even a second.

Like this, Cynrik spent the next couple of minutes weaving in and out of the Shadow Realm, never staying in “reality” longer than two seconds, when he suddenly remembered pre-typing a text message.

Moving back through the veil, Cynrik spun around, tagged a handful of hidden enemies clustered together in a group, and ducked back to safety before checking his Watcet.

‘Tsk, I’m not staying above long enough for the damn thing to grab hold of a signal and send the texts to Saylin and Geralt. Good thinking Cyn,’ he thought while smacking his forehead and getting back to tagging opponents for Vii and Sie to take out.

All the while, the two obedient Ravens continued to slaughter their targets without obstruction. Just as they had been taught, Vii and Sie would pop out of the darkness and cleanly slash through their targets neck from both sides simultaneously, using the combined sharpness of their armor and feathers to cut through flesh and bone like butter.

Hitting their opponent from the front and back swiftly after appearing from seemingly nowhere would strike the utmost fear into the enemy before they slipped into death’s embrace and subsequently either a spatial device or the Shadow Realm.

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Meanwhile, there was trouble brewing back at the Arena, mainly with Kurza, who was dumbfounded by the waves of notifications. Unlike the members of MyrkLys, as a new hire who had yet to “power level” alongside the others, he had no idea what was going on.

‘Since when did XP flow freely like water? Was this how all these monsters got so damn strong? Hold on, I get shared XP utilizing the CSH Party System, but isn’t this a little TOO ridiculous.’

Kurza had entered his fair share of Egresses alongside other parties in the past, but when he did, the percentage of XP was, at best, 15%. Yet as he watched notification after notification roll in, he couldn’t help but allow panic to set in.

To make matters worse, he was beginning to sweat profusely in shock and fear, and it took every fiber of his being and all his mental fortitude not to utter a whimper. Thus, Kurza did the only thing he could think of; he turned to look at Brance with watery eyes begging for answers.

Seeing how the new hire was about to break, Brance cursed his brother mentally before pointing at himself several times, holding up his palm, and drawing letters on his hand.

Although it took a few tries to get Kurza to understand, eventually, he could piece together the strange movements as writing. Luckily, thanks to his Language Proficiency skill, instead of the English alphabet, the native alphabet was transposed onto his palm invisibly, allowing Kurza to understand the meaning.

: I have a bloodline skill that gives everyone in the party Full XP and Double XP on kills.: Was the message Brance spelled out; however, this made Kurza stare at him like he was some kind of golden-fingered monster.

Shaking his head in disappointment, Brance spelled out that he would explain everything when they got to their lodgings later tonight, and for now, that was enough to calm Kurza down.

Unfortunately, the interaction caused a particular pair of worshiping eyes to bore holes into Brance. This gaze came from Rimsfel, who silently nodded cheerfully as if saying, “Of course, the HolySon has generous abilities.”

—

Cynrik, unaware of what was happening at the Arena, flipped over a group of people from behind. While he flew through the air, he flourished his two Kodachis before diving headfirst back into the Shadow Realm. Half a second later, four heads rolled to the ground leaving a fountain of blood spraying where they once sat.

Then, from below, he threw out multiple strands of Umbra Mana and latched onto the headless bodies and their heads before dragging them through the veil, where he swiftly deposited them in his inventory.

“That’s 47; once Vii and Sie finish their last target, that’ll be a clean 48,” Cynrik mumbled before using his mental connection to the Ravens to tell them to return to the Shadow Realm.

In the meantime, Cynrik quickly scrolled through the expansive list of notifications while feeling his stats soar due to the massive gains he had received. The only downside was that the majority of the XP he had gained was of the basic variety.

The reason for this was simple, 95% of the targets were Tier-3. The few Tier-4s killed, which he had turned into his responsibility, ended up yielding a fraction of the SPN-XP necessary to power-level himself and the others.

“Even mosquitos can be considered meat,” he grumbled right as the two Ravens broke through the veil and entered the Shadow Realm before rushing over for praise like young children.

“Hehe, yes, you both did great. I will be sure to give you a lot of good food tonight as a reward; for now, you two need to go back into the Tamer Space so I can finish off the final step of the plan.” Rubbing both of their heads and following up with a few chin scratches, Cynrik chuckled and sent Vii and Sie back into the Tamer space for some much-needed rest.

“Objectives One and Two are complete. That leaves the final and most difficult one.” Turning and looking up at his faction, Cynrik sniffled slightly and directed his attention to the Tier-5 being floating in the air.

“Finished with two minutes to spare; looks like I can charge my UTBB a bit more.” With that said, Cynrik chugged down a handful of Mana potions and set about manifesting his most powerful attack to date, one that would certainly have quite an impact.

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