My Best Friend Is the System

Divine Descent—World of Divine Descent, Lieshan City, Western Outskirts

Ye Chen glared at the three red-named players from the Fierce Tiger Clan who surrounded him, his face twisted with both fury and helplessness.

“Kid, I just told you, this area’s been taken over by the Fierce Tiger Clan. If you won’t leave, don’t blame us for being ruthless!” The swordsman from the Fierce Tiger Clan grinned, waving his longsword. The blade shimmered with a blood-red glow—evidence of the swordsman’s level 20 skill: Bloodthirst.

As he advanced on Ye Chen, he laughed to his two companions, “You guys just watch. This level 15 rookie is mine to deal with. I love nothing more than bullying the weak.”

Ye Chen gripped his staff tightly, his knuckles whitening, eyes locked with burning hatred on the sneering swordsman closing in. This guy had to be at least level 20, while Ye Chen himself was only level 15—a fragile spellcaster at that. It was nothing short of blatant bullying.

Glancing quickly at the other two Fierce Tiger players who were eyeing him hungrily, Ye Chen realized he had no way out. A flash of resolve shot through his eyes. He jerked his staff and, after a brief incantation, a black fireball shot from the staff’s tip, whistling toward the swordsman just a few steps away.

With a splat, -45! The black fireball struck the swordsman, but the damage was pitifully small.

“So weak! Pathetic! Is that staff of yours just a fire poker?” The swordsman laughed, ignoring Ye Chen’s attack, not even bothering to strike back. He strolled toward Ye Chen,