Chapter 11: I Am the Kind of Person Who Never Forgets a Grudge

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“Hard to say?”
“What does that mean?”
“Declined politely?”
Wu Ziyi looked puzzled. “What’s so hard to say?”
Before Gu Chen could reply, Lin Yuan spoke up from beside them.
“What else could it be? That’s a hell-level dungeon, insanely difficult. To this day, no team of professionals has managed to clear it, and one wrong move could mean everyone dies inside.”
“I’m not afraid,” Wu Ziyi quickly declared.
“This isn’t about being afraid,”
“Then what is it?”
“You have to pay extra.”
“...”
Wu Ziyi thought for a moment. At this point, asking for extra payment was understandable.
After all, he and Gu Chen weren’t close. Although they had been classmates for three years, they had barely exchanged words during that time.
To be blunt, before today, even if they crossed paths on the street, he wouldn’t have greeted Gu Chen first.
Within this party, the only one who had a connection with Gu Chen was Lin Yuan.
It was certain that once this dungeon was cleared, Gu Chen’s achievement would rewrite the record for new player dungeon completions.
After that, countless people would want to team up with Gu Chen.
Gu Chen would surely continue to bring Lin Yuan into hell-level dungeons, but whether he would bring Wu Ziyi was uncertain.
From another perspective, asking for extra money now was an opportunity to make a choice in advance.
If they waited until after the dungeon, it might be too late to negotiate.
“How much extra?” Lin Qingqing asked directly.
“For a hell-level new player dungeon, one hundred thousand per person,” Gu Chen quoted.
From eight thousand to one hundred thousand, Wu Ziyi blinked, almost doubting he heard it wrong.
“Not expensive,” Lin Qingqing thought it over and immediately agreed, “Take me and Su Ran with you. I’ll borrow the money after we clear the dungeon.”
“Oh my, a hundred thousand? That’s not expensive?” Su Ran covered her lips lightly, her eyes full of shock.
“A hundred thousand is not a small amount, but think about it—SSS rating for a new player dungeon, plus the first clear reward for hell-level—does that still seem expensive?”
Su Ran made a small sound and whispered, “But... we don’t have any money!”
“Then borrow it!” Lin Qingqing considered a moment and said, “These days there are so many loan platforms. If you say you need a loan, they’ll compete to lend you money.”

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With an SSS rating, you can earn bonus points for academy exams. Coupled with the first clear reward of the hell-level new player dungeon, getting into a prestigious academy is nearly guaranteed.
For people like them, who couldn’t find a team even after standing in the dungeon plaza all day, just paying 100,000 now meant they could enter a top academy in ten days.
This was practically a windfall falling from the sky.
Wu Ziyi also made up his mind. “Count me in. I’ll transfer the money right after we clear the dungeon.”
Lin Qingqing and Su Ran couldn’t even afford professional gear sets, yet they agreed without hesitation. Wu Ziyi’s family background was far better than theirs, so there was no reason to refuse.
Gu Chen gave a hum of agreement, sealing the deal.
Lin Qingqing seemed a bit uneasy and reminded them, “We agreed already, you can’t back out after we clear the dungeon.”
Gu Chen shook his head. “Don’t worry. Even if those other people offer me a million, I won’t take them.”
Su Ran looked surprised. “Why not?”
Gu Chen spoke openly: “When I was trying to form a team in the plaza, they laughed at me, mocked me, even ganged up to isolate me.”
“I want to make them regret it. I want them to know that underestimating me was their biggest mistake.”
“If they look down on me, sorry, I don’t want to play with them. The SSS rating for the new player dungeon will be gone, the first clear reward for hell-level will be gone.”
“I never thought to repay malice with kindness. I’m someone who holds grudges.”
“I’m someone who holds grudges.”
Taken at face value, this might suggest a narrow-minded person who couldn’t achieve much.
But Gu Chen’s straightforward declaration added a touch of arrogance and nonchalance.
Su Ran and Lin Qingqing nodded vigorously, feeling a certain resonance.
They wholeheartedly agreed with Gu Chen’s viewpoint.
Amid their banter, fifteen minutes passed quickly.
Inside the main hall, a deep roar suddenly erupted from the altar above, followed by heavy footsteps approaching.
The BOSS had appeared, along with a large wave of Fallen Guards.
[Alien Species: Black-Robed Deacon · BOSS]
[Level: LV.7]
[HP: 9100]
[Attributes: Strength 86, Agility 79, Constitution 86, Spirit 81]
[Skill I: Gray Mist Curse]
[Skill II: Utmost Darkness Assault]
[Skill III: Damage Transfer]

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On the altar, a tall figure cloaked in black robes stepped forward, its face obscured.
Behind it stood two level 5 guards, three level 4 guards, four level 3 guards, and eighteen level 1 guards.
The Black-Robed Deacon was tall and slender, humanoid but with abnormal proportions.
Its entire body was shrouded in the black robe, hiding its true face.
Buzz!
The Black-Robed Deacon raised its hand, the wide sleeves fluttering in the wind. With its movement, waves of gray mist appeared in the air.
Silently, the entire main hall was filled with a hazy gray fog, casting a deathly pall over the sight.
Although Gu Chen and the others stood above, they could not escape the mist’s shroud.
Suddenly, everyone’s vision blurred, their minds clouded, and their limbs felt weighed down as if filled with lead.
[Gray Mist Curse]
The BOSS wasted no time unleashing its skill upon appearing!
Gu Chen bit his tongue without hesitation, the piercing pain snapping him to alertness.
Though only level 7, the Black-Robed Deacon’s boss traits pushed its four main stats to nearly 90, and its HP surpassed 9,000.
These attributes were even stronger than the one-star epic Dracula — outrageously powerful!
“Focus on the BOSS, don’t use skills yet,” Gu Chen immediately ordered.
At Dracula’s speed, those guards couldn’t even touch its cloak, so he ignored the low-level guards for now, letting Dracula test the BOSS with normal attacks.
Bang! Bang! Bang!...
Within the gray mist, Dracula was least affected.
Almost instantly after the command, the cold muzzle flared, and a burst of bullets fired at the black-robed figure.
Suddenly, a crystalline white light blossomed on the Deacon’s body.
The bullets struck it—
No damage!
The health bar didn’t budge; the attack had no effect.
At the same time, a level 5 guard nearby suddenly took an inexplicable hit, its health dropping by one-fifth instantly.
BOSS skill: [Damage Transfer]!
As long as Fallen Guards are nearby, the Black-Robed Deacon transfers damage taken to them.