In the palace.
Qin Fu hid the bodyguard's body in the closet.
Qin Fu put on the guard's uniform. He straightened his stance, copying the guards' usual posture—steady, ready. With confidence, he walked out of the room.
He moved through the palace. At each turn, explosives in hand, he set his traps. Sometimes he passed other guards, but he kept his head. Calm, focused—purposeful.
Even when he encountered other guards, Qin Fu maintained his composure and blended in seamlessly, ensuring that his disguise was never questioned.
Guard shifts change daily, so they. As Qin Fu neared the outer edges of the palace, he quickened his stride and looked for spots along the perimeter—under shrubs, behind statues, and near exterior walls—to plant the remaining explosives. He moved seamlessly from halls to open walkways, making his actions appear routine to onlookers. ors without drawing suspicion.
Suddenly, a voice called out from behind. Qin Fu quickly stepped onto the soil covering the hidden explosives, turned around deliberately, and spotted a pot-bellied chief guard approaching him.
He looked at Qin Fu and asked.
"Are you a new guard?"
"Yes, I just arrived today and am on patrol."
The man nodded slightly.
"It looks okay, it should meet the conditions."
"Come with me."
Qin Fu hesitated. A heartbeat passed; then he followed. Now was not the time for conflict. He stayed alert.
Qin Fu followed the chief guard through the corridors. Along the way, the chief selected several other guards to join them, and together, they walked toward the palace's inner section. Qin Fu, alert to every detail, observed the surroundings and tried to memorize the route as the group proceeded.
At the courtyard gate, Qin Fu slowed. A bad premonition gnawed at him; cheers echoed from behind it, too loud, too close. He felt uneasy.
At this moment, the voice of the chief guard suddenly sounded.
"Listen up, do your best to stand out once you're inside."
"There are important people in there you'll never see again in your life."
"If you make it out alive, you'll earn glory, wealth, and maybe even the position of Captain of the Guard."
"Got it?" The words barely landed before Qin Fu's mind raced. Paradise's prompt echoed, but he wondered, What am I getting into now?
[Trigger side quest: Gladiatorial Arena]
Gladiatorial Arena.Difficulty l: Lv. 3 Mission Description: The Royal Gladiatorial Arena serves as entertainment for the emperor. Mission Objective: Kill the beast in the gladiatorial arena.
Duration: 10 hours.
[Remember the fastest novel station on the whole network 101??????.?????? ]
Mission Reward: Identity as the Captain of the Guard
Seeing the bullshit reward, Qin Fu closed the task panel without saying a word. Why did this pointless sk?
Of what use was that identity to him? This wasn't part of his plan. Qin Fu ran through escape options in his mind. Frustration simmered. He needed a way out.
Qin Fu stared at the gate, torn. Should he bolt now, or see this through? Both choices seemed deadly. Is it braver to run or to face the unknown? No time to reason it out. Every footstep closer felt like one further from freedom.
Before Qin Fu could react, tension filled the air. Some guards seemed to sense danger; they stiffened, faltered. Others began to plead or tried to escape.
Some begged; others ran.
Fleeing guards had no chance. A flash of fire roared before Qin Fu. The guard screamed—it was over in an instant; he turned to ash.
Qin Fu looked at the charred guards with a gloomy expression, and the head guard, disdainful and mocking.
The fire in his hands and the momentum on his body all showed his strength.
Second!
Steeling himself, Qin Fu reopened the task panel. There was no safety—just a gamble for survival. He accepted the task and started walking toward the courtyard entrance, his heart pounding as he stepped forward. Qin Fu mentally repeated his vow: one day, a man would die by his hand. As the crowd's roar grew louder, he reviewed his escape routes and alternative plans, eyes darting for exits.rd, Qin Fu thought to himself.
The mission's difficulty is level 3, where a fight was inevitable—no avoiding it, just face it head-on. In Paradise, fighting is a way of life. Since you can't avoid it, come head-on.
He must survive!
......
In the huge courtyard, Qin Fu shielded his eyes from the harsh sunlight. As he looked up, the Colosseum appeared before him.
Reach out to block some of the harsh sunlight.
Cheers and cheers came from all directions.
Qin Fu's heart sank slightly; the stands were packed with people.
Then, excitement replaced dread. Qin Fu considered how much Source of the World these people could provide, his mind whirling with possibilities even as the arena scene intensified around him.
However, before he could gather his thoughts, Qin Fu's attention shifted as a distant iron door began to creak open, drawing his focus from the noisy stands to the next threat.
The rich, thick, metallic scent of blood filled the air. impossibQin Fu bent his knees and braced his body, raising his hands to prepare for combat. He focused intensely on the slowly opening iron gate, watching for any sign of movement from within. He listened to the creaking iron gate.
In the deep and dark iron gate.
A huge lion slowly walked out.
The moment Qin Fu saw the giant lion, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Its body, reminiscent of Xiaolou's, was heartbreaking to see. The other guards froze at the sight. Fear buckled their knees. Some screamed. Others ran.
The Tiant lion wasn't about to pass up such easy prey. With a leap, it pounced on them; each swipe of its claw claimed a life. In moments, the arena was slick with blood. Qin Fu rolled aside, watching coldly as the giant lion slaughtered the others. High above, the king in the stands had been bored—he'd seen these spectacles countless times. But as the action in the arena unfolded, Qin Fu's calm response suddenly caught his attention.
He said to the ministers on the side with great interest.
"That guard is good, it—he's interesting. If he survives
The minister on the side suddenly understood and hurriedly agreed.
At this time, Qin Fu in the field faced a life-or-death crisis.
After devouring the other guards, the giant lion turned ferocious eyes to Qin Fu. Am I strong enough to kill this beast? Doubt gripped him. Still, it was all or nothing. He had to fight.
He raised his hand and unleashed a surge of mana. Silver-gray energy crashed down upon the giant lion.
[Void Power hits an elite creature, is undergoing intelligence judgment, and has imprisoned the target for 4.2 seconds.] ]
The giant lion suddenly fell to the ground mid-leap. Fude, unforelentless, condensed the power of the void into a drill and drove it into the lion's body from behind. Without pause, Qin Fu charged at the pinned giant lion. He gripped its tail, swung himself onto its back, and channeled all his remaining 100 mana in a focused surge. The void energy blasted into the lion's body, causing blood to gush out. When the beast faltered, Qin Fu leaped into the wound, dug his way to its heart, and crushed it, ending the fight. Qin Fu hauled himself out of the dead lion's body, gasping for breath as he dropped to the sand below—his clothes soaked with blood and stench. The crowd in the stands was silent, stunned by his appearance and brutality. A lion falls to the ground.
Qin Fu crawled from the carcass. He was bloodied, monstrous, like a demon from hell. The crowd fell silent.
As the Paradise prompt echoed in his ears, Qin Fu burst out laughing. Relief, shock, and pride tangled together. Is this really me? I used to be helpless. Now, I've survived the impossible. I'm changing—maybe I'm dangerous too. Power: it's real. And now I want more.
He was reborn!
[You killed the undefeated king of the (elite creature) gladiatorial arena]
[The undefeated king of the gladiatorial arena is an elite creature, gaining 2.1% of the Source of the World, and now obtaining a total of 13% of the Source of the World.] ]
[Your talent effect 1 has reached the upper limit, does not increase mana and attributes, effect 2 takes effect, devouring the enemy's soul to obtain a small amount of soul power, the existing soul power does not reach the display value standard.] ]
[Get the Green Chest]
Before Qin Fu could recatch his breath, the scene shifted abruptly once more—soldiers now aimed leveled weapons at him, forcing his attention to immediate danger.
Seeing firearms engraved with magical runes, Qin Fu had no choice but to climb down and allow himself to be escorted.