Chapter Thirty-Six: The Emperor of Prophecies

Hiding in the mine, watching the fierce tiger’s shifting, unpredictable expression, Ye Chen’s lips curled into a cold smile. If a gold-tier boss was truly so easily defeated, it wouldn’t be worthy of its rank.

“Should we make a move now? If they manage to kill that boss, it’ll be much harder to deal with them,” Drunken Longing whispered in the team chat.

“Wait a bit longer. The Demon Berserker is about to unleash its ultimate skill. Once it finishes, that’s our best chance to strike.” Ye Chen had already consulted 2058 and knew the Demon Berserker’s ultimate would trigger at 21,000 HP. The moment after it was unleashed would be the ideal time to act.

“It’s about to use its ultimate?” Sword Over City paused, visibly surprised as she glanced at Ye Chen. “You mean its Demon Fury skill? That ultimate is indeed powerful, but are you sure it hasn’t already used it? If it has, and we don’t act now, we’ll miss a prime opportunity.”

“I’m certain. It’s about to go off. Trust me.” Ye Chen licked his lips, his gaze locked firmly on the Demon Berserker, whose health was now less than 25,000.

“Sis, you really trust this guy? Plenty of bosses never use their ultimates before dying! I say we strike now!” Drunken Longing saw Sword Over City’s hesitation and grew anxious, convinced this was the perfect moment.

Sword Over City ignored her, frowning as she replied, “If Ye Chen’s judgment is correct, then we mustn’t act yet. In a chaotic battle, if the boss launches its ultimate, our team could easily get caught in the carnage. Remember, this Demon Berserker has area attack skills—we can’t gamble!”

Ye Chen nodded; that was exactly his concern. With the boss on the verge of unleashing its ultimate, moving now could backfire terribly.

“Sis, seriously! Ye Chen’s acting like some prophet, and you actually believe him? If he’s right, I’ll cook for him for a week.” Drunken Longing rolled her eyes in irritation.

“I trust Ye Chen’s judgment, so you’d better get ready for kitchen duty.” Sword Over City smiled gently. Whether Ye Chen was a prophet or not, she didn’t know. But in her eyes, anyone who could rise from level 15 to 19 in a single day, unlock a hidden subclass, and wield top-tier equipment was far from ordinary. Whatever Ye Chen’s trump card was, she didn’t know nor care; she simply believed that his words weren’t idle speculation.

“What a decisive woman,” Ye Chen quietly praised in his heart. He glanced at Sword Over City, who happened to look back at him. Their eyes met: Ye Chen saw trust in hers, and she found confidence in his.

As they spoke, the Demon Berserker’s health dropped to 21,000. Suddenly, it let out a thunderous roar, its entire body enveloped in a blood-red glow.

“Ding! Gold-tier boss Demon Berserker has activated its special skill—Demon Fury. Berserk duration: 60 seconds.”

Everyone nearby heard the system prompt, though their reactions varied wildly. The Fierce Tiger Roar party went pale with fright, while the girls from Blue Feather instantly fixed their eyes on Ye Chen, disbelief written across their faces. Drunken Longing stared at Ye Chen as if she’d seen a ghost, her lips parted in shock. Only Sword Over City remained composed, though her trembling arm betrayed her inner turmoil.

Ye Chen merely smiled, quietly drawing his staff. “Wait sixty seconds. Get ready to act.”

The women stiffened, quickly drawing their weapons and taking out potions, poised to charge in at any moment.

The Demon Berserker, now berserk, grew vastly more powerful. With a simple swing, it instantly killed a level 21 berserker who tried to tank. Next, it swept its greatsword in a wide arc, unleashing an area attack that wiped out several surrounding thieves.

“Hold steady! Rotate tanking duties, everyone hold the line! Ranged attackers, keep up the DPS, keep firing! It won’t keep spamming its area attacks!” Fierce Tiger Roar shouted frantically, while quietly withdrawing from the tank line, letting the melee classes go up and die. The tactic worked, buying some time.

But Fierce Tiger Roar underestimated the Demon Berserker’s fury. His strategy only lasted a few dozen seconds; aside from himself and the red-name berserker, all other melee fighters were wiped out. Fierce Tiger Roar’s face was grim, and he suddenly grabbed a nearby leather-armored hunter, shoving him forward and barking coldly, “Go! Heavy armor down, leather hunter tanks next! Anyone who refuses gets kicked from the clan!”

The hunter trembled, shooting Fierce Tiger Roar a venomous glare before charging at the Demon Berserker with a yell. With a single sweep of its sword, the Berserker sent him flying, instantly killing him. The hunter’s body turned to white light before hitting the ground.

“Ugh, Fierce Tiger Roar is shameless—he’s a tank with great gear, yet he sends leather classes to their deaths!” Drunken Longing spat in disgust.

Ye Chen smiled, understanding Fierce Tiger Roar’s logic—if he went up, he’d die for sure, and the group would fall apart, losing all hope of defeating the boss. Still, the man’s foul mouth and disregard for his team’s feelings only sowed resentment.

A few hunters lined up to die, and soon only seven or eight players remained at Fierce Tiger Roar’s side. But the Demon Berserker’s sixty-second ultimate had expired; its attack power returned to normal. Fierce Tiger Roar, now elated, charged forward. “Attack! Take down this boss and it might drop a gold item—everyone gets a reward, a thousand each!”

“Mighty Roar! Let’s give it everything! Oh, and everyone, leave the last hit for Roar—he’s about to level up!” The red-name berserker, apparently Roar’s trusted ally, flattered him, earning eye-rolls from the others. Even the two holy light priest girls looked angrily at him, but no one dared speak up, showing Roar’s true standing in the clan.

After the Berserker’s outburst, it was visibly weakened, its movements sluggish. It posed little threat to the well-equipped Fierce Tiger Roar, who, seeing victory within reach, hacked at the boss with wild excitement, his face flushed and shouting with glee.

Just then, a sudden anomaly occurred. A jet-black fireball appeared out of nowhere, striking one of Fierce Tiger Roar’s priest girls dead in an instant, her scream echoing as she turned to white light.

Fierce Tiger Roar spun around in shock, his face darkening like iron as he saw Ye Chen standing there, a brilliant smile on his face.