Translator: AnubisTL
This coughing flamethrower actually synergized with his innate ability, allowing him to create slimes!
With a total capacity of 50 shots, the flamethrower automatically reloaded its ammunition every 24 hours.
This meant he could create 50 slimes per day!
In just ten days, he could command a Great Slime Army absolutely loyal to him!
Zhao Ritian coughed violently, his face flushed with excitement. His throat was so hoarse it felt inflamed; even swallowing saliva was excruciating.
When he first arrived in this world and saw his innate ability, any sane person would have immediately started spitting frantically to create a Great Slime Army to protect themselves, right?
That's exactly what he thought.
Moreover, he had landed in a perfect starting location—a place with both water and breadfruit.
Logically, his next move should have been to hunker down and develop his forces until he had either amassed a million-strong slime army or fused a single, overwhelmingly powerful Slime King!
But the problem was, who spits that much phlegm?
And this innate ability had very specific requirements for the phlegm—it had to be perfect, no exceptions.
Who could have known?!
Over the past three months, he'd developed a near-psychological trauma from spitting.
He swore!
If he ever returned to Blue Star, he would never spit on the ground again.
No, he would never spit at all!
For the first time, he regretted not being an old chain smoker. He would have been a perfect match for this innate ability. Why hadn't he developed any vices on Blue Star?
He had paid the price of nearly destroying his throat, leaving him unable to speak!
Finally, he had amassed a Great Slime Army of nearly a hundred slimes, including three second-tier squads of melted slimes!
Thanks to this army, he had managed to survive relatively peacefully in this valley until now!
Zhao Ritian gazed at the massive pile of green jelly beside him, his eyes glistening with tears. He stubbornly lifted his head to stare at the sky.
This ordeal was finally over!
He, Zhao Ritian, would never spit again for the rest of his life!
Then, he raised his flamethrower and aimed it at the empty ground before him, firing off all 49 remaining shots.
As 49 globs of thick phlegm splattered onto the ground, 49 vibrant green slimes materialized out of thin air, hopping and bouncing toward Zhao Ritian like newborn creatures instinctively seeking their father.
"Yes!"
Staring at the 49 slimes that had materialized in an instant, Zhao Ritian couldn't contain his exhilaration. He let out a triumphant roar, ignoring the searing pain in his throat.
It had been far too long since he'd experienced the sheer joy of creating slimes!
For weeks, the agonizing inflammation in his throat had prevented him from summoning them, driving him to near desperation. Without his slimes, he couldn't hope to survive in this perilous world!
Now, finally, there was hope!
Then—
Zhao Ritian's eyes gleamed as he turned his gaze toward the Coughing Flamethrower inventory. There were still 9,999 units remaining.
As expected, not a single person had purchased this utterly useless piece of junk!
If he could acquire all 10,000 Coughing Flamethrowers...
This meant that—
He could create 500,000 slimes every single day!
In just one day, he could amass an army rivaling the legions of hell!
Give him a year!
He could have his slime army trample across the entire continent!
And Zhao Ritian would earn a new title: Great Slime Emperor!
But all of this depended on redeeming all 10,000 flamethrowers.
Right now, he had zero blood sacrifice points.
Zhao Ritian hesitated, then gritted his teeth, steeled his resolve, and led his Great Slime Army out of the valley. There, he knew, was a gathering of about thirty to forty alien race players.
The alien race players hadn't dared to set up camp in the valley.
Whenever they tried to settle in, Zhao Ritian would secretly hide until someone got up in the middle of the night, then unleash his Great Slime Army in a massive swarm.
After several nights of this, the group finally withdrew from the valley.
He had been holed up here for half a month, never daring to charge out and get killed by the alien race players.
First, because he feared death; second, because he feared death; and third, because he really feared death.
What if he died?
Although the human race had a racial innate ability that granted an extra life, if his Great Slime Army was wiped out, even if he survived, he'd have no means of defense left.
And so, he had remained hidden in this valley, surviving for a full three months!
But today, he refused to hide any longer!
Zhao Ritian strode resolutely toward the valley's exit, his eyes burning with fierce determination.
The title "Great Slime Emperor" roared in his heart.
He would become the Great Slime Emperor! He had to find a way to earn 10,000 blood sacrifice points before the event ended and exchange them all for those Coughing Flamethrowers!
Today marked the first day of the Great Slime Emperor's rise, a day that would be recorded in future history books!
He, Zhao Ritian, was destined to become the Great Slime Emperor!
He would dominate all enemies under heaven!
As Zhao Ritian mentally steeled himself, his pupils blazed with intense flames. With unwavering steps, he marched toward the valley's exit, one determined stride at a time!
Behind him followed over a hundred bouncing slimes, as if they were escorting their king, hopping forward in Zhao Ritian's wake.
Meanwhile, Chen Jiang remained completely unaware of the Great Slime Emperor's efforts, nor did he know that Feng Jiutian was anxiously monitoring his blood sacrifice points.
His face tense, Chen Jiang stared intently at the rising numbers:
[Player Chen Jiang's blood sacrifice points: 41,239.]
[Player Chen Jiang's blood sacrifice points: 42,392.]
[Player Chen Jiang's blood sacrifice points: 42,481.]
Almost there, almost there... soon he'd reach 50,000.
Chen Jiang narrowed his eyes, patiently waiting for the final moments.
By now, aside from a few scattered players who had purchased the items for unknown reasons, no one else was buying them.
The combined stock of the five items stood at 49,982.
In other words, he only needed to wait another ten minutes or so, accumulating 7,000 more blood sacrifice points, to claim all five items for himself.
But just then—
A voice suddenly rang in his ear.
[Global Speaker!]
[Mechanical Race Player Feng Jiutian: "Chen Jiang, do you really think you've got the three-star item Blazing Sniper in the bag?"]
["Keep your eyes on that item and see who claims it in three minutes."]
Standing beside a Meat Valley, Feng Jiutian finally let out a small sigh of relief after sending the global speaker message.
The twelve fate holders had already amassed a total of 44,000 blood sacrifice points since the event began!
Just three more minutes!
They would reach 45,000 blood sacrifice points and claim all five items!
Each item required 9,000 points to fuse into a three-star item.
His grandfather had said the ideal outcome would be spending 50,000 blood sacrifice points to acquire all the one-star items.
But spending 45,000 blood sacrifice points to exchange for 9,000 of each of the five one-star items would still count as a successful plan.
Yet for some reason, even though success was within reach, his unease only grew stronger!
(End of the Chapter)
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