Free Web NovelChapter 36: [36]: The System Event, The Blood Moon Eclipse
Levi spent the next ten minutes walking up and down the dirt road, methodically looting the massive graveyard the Crimson Aegis guild had left behind. Because he had red-named the entire guild by forcing them into a one-sided slaughter, the game mechanics penalized them heavily on death.
They dropped a massive amount of unequipped inventory trash. Most of it was useless Bronze and Common gear—cheap leather boots, chipped iron swords, and low-level health potions. But mixed in with the garbage, Levi found exactly what he wanted: dozens of Silver-tier items.
Thorne had dropped a pristine Silver-tier paladin shield, and a few of the officers had dropped Silver rings and amulets.
"Perfect," Levi muttered, tossing the shield into his spatial inventory. "I can use all of this as fusion fodder later. The auction house is going to love this."
Just as he picked up the last silver coin from the dirt, the ambient lighting of the game abruptly shifted.
The bright, clear blue sky over the City of Thresholds violently flickered. The digital sun vanished, instantly replaced by a massive, bleeding red moon. The entire landscape was bathed in a deep, sickly crimson light. The shadows stretched unnaturally across the tall grass of the plains.
A deafening, booming sound echoed across the server, like a massive war horn being blown from the heavens.
A global server announcement hijacked the top of Levi’s vision, flashing in bright, urgent red text.
[Global Event: The Blood Moon Eclipse has begun.]
[A massive horde of corrupted beasts marches upon the City of Thresholds. Survive for 12 hours or the city will be completely destroyed.]
[Event participation yields a flat 200% XP bonus for all monster kills within the siege zone.]
Levi stopped walking. He stared up at the bleeding red moon, the crimson light reflecting off his Obsidian Carapace armor.
He remembered this event perfectly from his past life. It was an absolute disaster. The developers had programmed the Blood Moon Eclipse as a brutal reality check for the player base. The monster waves were relentless, highly aggressive, and massively over-leveled compared to the average player.
In his past life, this event had caused a massive server-wide wipe. The hordes of corrupted beasts had completely overrun the barricades, slaughtered thousands of low-level players, and set the entire regional progression back by weeks. Most casual players just logged out and waited for the 12-hour timer to expire because dying over and over again was too expensive.
But Levi wasn’t a casual player anymore.
"Two hundred percent XP bonus," Levi whispered, a slow, ruthless smile spreading across his face. "A massive, dense horde of high-level monsters marching directly into a choke point."
To a normal guild, this was a survival horror event. For a player with Levi’s massive Area-of-Effect capabilities, infinite execution chains, and Siphon Aura sustain, this wasn’t a siege. It was an all-you-can-eat buffet.
Levi didn’t walk. He broke into a dead sprint.
His 68 Speed allowed him to blur across the dirt road, kicking up clouds of dust as he raced back toward the massive stone gates of the City of Thresholds.
By the time he reached the city outskirts, the area was already in total chaos. The local NPC military forces were frantically running around, dragging wooden barricades and iron spikes into place to block the main entrances.
Thousands of players were swarming the gates, screaming in the proximity chat. Guild leaders were desperately trying to form massive raid alliances, spamming party invites to anyone who looked like they knew how to hold a weapon.
"LF2M Healers for the Northern Wall! Do not message me if you are under Level 10!" a warrior shouted, standing on top of a wooden crate.
"Tanks needed at the East Gate! We pay silver for repairs!" another player yelled.
Levi’s UI started pinging with random party invites from desperate group leaders who saw his high-level gear. He swiped every single one of them away into the trash folder. He wasn’t going to share a 200% XP bonus with a bunch of dead-weight players who would just leech his experience and die in the first five minutes.
He completely ignored the panicked crowds and bypassed the main barricades. He headed straight for the Northern Gate.
In his past life, he had read the forum posts after the event. The game’s spawn algorithm heavily favored the northern sector of the city. That was where the highest density of Elite monsters was programmed to spawn. The players stationed there were usually the first to get completely wiped out.
Levi reached the Northern Gate. The NPC guards looked terrified, gripping their spears tightly as they stared out into the crimson-lit plains.
Levi didn’t stand on the ground with them. He easily scaled the side of a ruined, half-crumbled stone watchtower that sat just outside the main gate structure. He climbed up to the broken parapet, giving himself a perfect, elevated vantage point over the entire northern approach.
He stood alone on the tower, looking out at the horizon.
He opened his inventory and did a quick prep check. He moved his stack of top-tier mana potions directly into his primary quick-belt slots. He checked his [Siphon Aura] toggle, making sure it was ready to activate the second he took damage. He pulled the Sovereign’s Deathknell off his back and rested the heavy, curved blade against the stone wall.
"HP is full. Mana is full. Damage is totally broken," Levi said, cracking his knuckles. "Let them come."
He didn’t have to wait long.
A low, rumbling vibration shook the stone watchtower. The sound of thousands of heavy footsteps marching in unison echoed across the plains.
Cresting the horizon, bathed in the sickly red light of the Blood Moon, was the first wave.
It wasn’t a few scattered mobs. It was a massive, unified army. Thousands of hulking, green-skinned figures charged forward. They wore rusted iron armor and carried massive, jagged clubs. Their eyes glowed with the same violent red light as the moon above them.
Levi used an Inspect scroll on the frontrunner.
[Blood-Crazed Orc]
[Level: 20]
[HP: 3,000 | ATK: 180 | DEF: 80]
The players standing behind the barricades down below started screaming in panic. "Level 20s?! We’re barely Level 12! They’re going to one-shot us!"
Levi just looked down at the massive, screaming horde. He was Level 18. The Level Suppression penalty against a Level 20 mob was only 10%. His 410 Total Attack was going to chew through their 80 Defense like wet paper.
"Three thousand health each," Levi grinned, gripping his Gold-tier scythe tightly. "With a two hundred percent XP multiplier."
He didn’t wait for the Orcs to hit the NPC barricades. Levi stepped up onto the edge of the watchtower, the wind catching his dark cloak, and dropped directly down into the center of the charging horde.
