The Supreme Being Above All

Her gaze swept over the scorched highway once more.

Just how many shells had this group of wolf-race beastmen fired in their moment of rage? That was all game coins!

Even so, Cheng Shuili was actually somewhat moved.

These wolf-race beastmen had acted for her sake, and judging by their behavior, they truly revered and protected her as their King.

Such sentiment was rare to begin with, and even more scarce in this world.

Cheng Shuili glanced around at the faces of the wolf-race beastmen, etching them into her memory. She raised her hand to her lips and gave a light cough, intending to tell the werewolves to head back, when Lang Ju suddenly stepped forward and asked respectfully, "King, do you require the appearance of the attacker from just now?"

Cheng Shuili had not expected a turn of events like this: "You saw them?"

Lang Ju shook her head, yet called out the name of a wolf-race beastman with absolute certainty: "Lang Zhao, come here."

She waved her hand, calling a small, slender wolf-race beastman out and leading him before Cheng Shuili before introducing him:

"King, his name is Lang Zhao. He is an extra member of our third patrol team. Although he is small and lacks combat strength, he possesses a photographic memory and can always provide extremely precise descriptions! We encounter many types of monsters outside, and Lang Zhao always remembers them clearly. Once we return and tell the Priestess, we can learn the weaknesses of these monsters, which saves us quite a few shells!"

The amount of information in this statement was immense!

Cheng Shuili’s primary concern should have been the attacker’s appearance, but another detail piqued her curiosity even more.

"Are you saying that the Priestess in the tribe tells you the weaknesses of these monsters?"

Lang Ju nodded, "Yes, King. When we encounter new monsters, we bring back a small piece of the monster's flesh; this is the offering the Priestess requires. With the offering, she can know all the information about the monster."

"The Priestess records all these things in booklets, which she has us in the patrol team read repeatedly. Members who have not memorized these weaknesses are not permitted to go out and hunt monsters. Artillery shells are rare resources; we must be exceptionally frugal."

Cheng Shuili understood everything Lang Ju said.

What she was more interested in was the matter of the booklets.

Although Black Feather also had a weakness PDF, it was ultimately limited to monsters the players had encountered; it certainly did not contain as many as these wolf-race beastmen had seen.

If this information could be shared...

Would there be no need to worry about Black Feather members being lost to monsters?

Cheng Shuili’s eyes sparkled as she looked at Lang Ju and asked, "Can I see these weaknesses?"

Lang Ju paused again, and after a moment of panic, she tucked her tail and said, "King... you are the King..."

Cheng Shuili already knew what she was going to say; this phrase had appeared far too many times.

However...

"Does the wolf-race have no secrets from their King?"

Cheng Shuili’s gaze was intense. If this were truly the case, she would have gained a group of beastmen who were absolutely loyal to her.

Under Cheng Shuili’s expectant gaze, Lang Ju’s expression became solemn. She knelt on one knee and bowed to Cheng Shuili, saying, "You are the supreme being above all to the wolf-race."

The supreme being above all to the wolf-race?

This description was perhaps too extreme.

Yet, Cheng Shuili could not muster a hint of resistance; she could feel the raw loyalty of these beastmen and could see the supreme power represented by the wolf fang.

At least for now...

These wolf-race beastmen were her best shield.

Cheng Shuili curved her lips into a faint smile and helped Lang Ju up. "Don't go kneeling so easily from now on; times have changed, and we don't go in for that sort of thing anymore. Have Su Rui explain the specific development of the territory to you later. When you return this time, copy those booklets and bring them to me the next time I call you. Is that a problem?"

Lang Ju’s expression was serious as she carefully memorized everything Cheng Shuili had instructed.

Cheng Shuili was very satisfied, her gaze falling on the young werewolf who had stepped out from the pack just moments ago. "Then now, introduce this Lang Zhao?"

The young werewolf named Lang Zhao walked forward somewhat shyly. He was indeed smaller and thinner than his kin, but his eyes were exceptionally bright and alert. He bowed respectfully, "King, although I am not good at drawing, as long as I have seen something, I can restore it as best I can."

"That is enough." Cheng Shuili immediately took out paper and a pen and handed them to him. "How long will it take?"

Lang Zhao took the paper and pen, squatted on the ground, and began to draw almost without hesitation: "Very quickly, King. I have already etched that person’s face into my heart."

His movements were indeed fast, the tip of the pen rustling across the paper. In just a few minutes, a clear portrait appeared on the page.

Cheng Shuili took the portrait and studied it carefully.

The man in the drawing looked to be around thirty, with an ordinary face—the type that would disappear into a crowd—but his eyes held a ruthless glint, and there was a distinct scar above his left eyebrow.

Moreover... some of the details were handled very precisely.

Although the completion of the drawing was not high, it had everything necessary, just like a professional profiler.

Cheng Shuili was very satisfied. With this, it was certainly better than having nothing: "Well done, Lang Zhao. You have performed a great service."

Lang Zhao lowered his head, overwhelmed by the favor: "It is my honor to serve the King."

Cheng Shuili turned to Lang Ju: "You all should head back now. Remember what I told you."

The group of beastmen vanished, leaving only Cheng Shuili and Su Rui on the highway.

Su Rui leaned in and asked, "Boss, what now? We have the portrait; should we issue a wanted poster on the regional channel?"

A wanted poster?

Cheng Shuili pondered these three words and suddenly laughed. This was interesting.

Regional Channel:

【Angry Crow Takes Flight】: Reward! Whoever provides the exact ID of this person will receive a bounty of ten thousand game coins! (Image)

As soon as the message went out, the regional channel exploded.

"Holy crap! Ten thousand game coins?! Is it really that much? They’re actually giving that much?!"

"This portrait... it’s drawn quite vividly. The scar on the eyebrow is very conspicuous. Could they be a professional? A big shot is a big shot; they can even produce something like this!"

"Saving it first. I’ll memorize his face today. From now on, as long as I see him, I’ll contact Boss Crow immediately!"

"Private message me if you know the information and are afraid of offending people; I’m not afraid! I only want these ten thousand game coins!"

"I feel like I’ve seen this person somewhere... Damn, why can’t I remember! That’s ten thousand game coins! Brain! Be a little more useful!"

Cheng Shuili crossed her arms, her gaze fixed on the scrolling messages.

Su Rui leaned in: "Boss, do you have a lead?"

Just a moment ago, Cheng Shuili had first posted it in the faction group chat, and only after confirming that none of her members recognized him did she post it on the regional channel.

Ten thousand game coins to buy a chance for revenge.

For Cheng Shuili... it was well worth it.

Meanwhile, inside the Dragon Soul territory.

"Didn't you say you killed her?"

Upon seeing the content on the regional channel, the man with a face full of wrinkles stood up abruptly, grabbed the other man’s collar fiercely, and asked with a furrowed brow: "You lied to me? No wonder you wanted those agreed-upon items so badly. You didn't succeed in killing her at all, and you didn't even cause her any harm. You were too guilty and afraid that I would find out, so you wanted to get the items and flee, right?"

"Bullshit!"

The man whose collar was being grabbed turned bright red and shouted with his neck stiffened: "Impossible! This must be fake; it must be a smokescreen Black Feather pulled out using some method! They must be unable to accept the fact that their leader died, and used some item to create this effect!"

"You know it! They are the strongest in this partition; it’s not strange for them to have strange items! Besides, I saw the bullet penetrate her body with my own eyes, and I watched her fall to the ground! I used my items, and you want to renege on the deal? I’m telling you! No way!"

"And I’ve already explained it to you many times: I didn't wait for the kill notification to pop up because she was surrounded by a group of wolf-race beastmen! And they were carrying rocket launchers!"

Having said this, he turned his head and spat before continuing: "Those beastmen fire shells as if they don't cost money. If I didn't immediately cancel the highway merge, I would have died without a doubt! What was I supposed to do?"

He glared fixedly at Li Changyou, shoved the other man’s hand away from his collar in a huff, and said irritably: "I’ve already completed the part I was supposed to do! According to our agreement, you should give me the items now!"

Li Changyou rubbed his arm, which had been turned red by the man’s strike, and suddenly smiled, "You are actually stupid enough to reach this point."

The man’s face, which had just calmed down, flushed red again. He frowned tightly, staring at every wrinkle on Li Changyou’s face as if trying to see what was hidden inside and what this sentence actually meant.

But the difference in their status was too vast; how could he, a teenager, possibly outmaneuver this old fox?

Yet, Li Changyou, as if showing mercy, explained his meaning: "Compared to an item that posts messages on the regional channel using a dead person's ID, I would rather believe that you didn't kill the Crow at all."

Li Changyou’s words were like a basin of ice water poured over the man’s head.

The color drained from his face instantly, and his lips trembled: "You... what do you mean? Crow... the Crow isn't dead? But I clearly saw the bullet pass through her body! That item was..."

"Otherwise what?" Li Changyou interrupted him coldly; he had heard enough of these boasts about items.

The items in this hellhole were either useless against the top-ranked players or had terrifyingly high usage requirements!

Li Changyou occasionally felt that this world was not fair at all.

But where was there ever a fair world?

He had managed to climb to this position step by step in his past life, and he could certainly do the same in this world.

Li Changyou looked at this disobedient pawn with undisguised contempt in his eyes, "Who do you think the Crow is? Number one on the leaderboard, and leading by a wide margin. Even if you have items, she wouldn't be taken out so easily by a nobody like you."

"Besides..."

"She is the leader of Black Feather." He paced to the window, looking at the slightly chaotic scene outside the Dragon Soul territory, his voice low: "If a person dies, the system will definitely issue an announcement. She is posting a reward now, which is telling us: she is not only alive, she has also kept track of this debt. Ten thousand game coins... heh, what a grand gesture; this is to dig you, and the people behind you, out completely."

The man stumbled back a step, his face full of panic and disbelief: "Impossible... my Silver Piercing Bullet is a special item; the description says it can ignore all defenses and act directly on the body! And firing this bullet required so many resources; we paid so many resources, how could she..."

"Of course it is possible that she is still alive." Li Changyou’s voice was as cold as ice, "The thing this game lacks least is miracles. You can get special items; can't the Crow get a trump card for saving her life?"

"But... we lost so many resources, how could she be completely unscathed?"

The man’s dangling hands trembled incessantly. After recognizing reality, he no longer had the courage to be angry with Li Changyou.

When Li Changyou heard this, he smiled faintly, the shadows in his wrinkles seeming to deepen. He turned around: "Indeed, there was quite a loss. If this were Dragon Soul after the region merge, these would be nothing, but the current Dragon Soul is still not quite enough."

The man tightened his face, struggling to think of countermeasures for Li Changyou, but he suddenly heard Li Changyou’s voice again: "But now that there are ten thousand game coins to fill the gap, our Dragon Soul should be able to stabilize for a while longer."

The man was stunned, unable to understand Li Changyou’s meaning for a moment.

Li Changyou looked at his bewildered expression, a cruel arc curling the corners of his mouth: "Still don't understand? You are that ten thousand game coins."

Before the words had faded, two figures suddenly flashed from the shadows of the room.

The man didn't even have time to react before he was pressed firmly to the ground.

"You... you want to take me to collect the reward?!"

The man struggled in terror, "Li Changyou, you’re crazy! I know too many of your secrets! If I fall into the Crow’s hands! How could you possibly be okay?!"

"You won't have that chance."

Li Changyou tidied his cuffs in a leisurely manner, "The Crow only wanted your ID; she definitely wants to do it herself. In that case, I must keep you alive."

The man struggled violently, wanting to say something, but his mouth was clamped shut by the other two people.

Li Changyou enjoyed the sight of the man struggling for a moment, then suddenly raised his wrinkled face and laughed. He looked at the two people holding the man down, "You should know how to keep him alive without letting him leak a single bit of information, right?"

The two looked at each other, and one of them answered in a low voice: "Understood, Boss. We will ensure that he cannot say a single word, nor write one."

Li Changyou nodded with satisfaction, looking down at the man trembling violently on the ground due to fear: "Rest assured, if you are still alive after meeting the Crow, I will personally give you a swift end."

He squatted down and raised his hand, gently pressing it onto the man’s hair, "Little one, next time you look for someone to cooperate with, remember to hold your bargaining chips tightly."

Having said this, Li Changyou stood up, put his hands in his pockets, and watched coldly as the man was dragged away roughly.

When the room returned to silence, Li Changyou’s deputy emerged from the shadows and whispered: "Boss, what next? Black Feather’s strength far exceeds our imagination, and they have rocket launchers; they are truly difficult to deal with. Should we... wait until after the region merge to take action?"