Chapter 158 : Legend
Legend
Now that Chen Zixuan already possessed a full set of level 15 purple epic equipment, these scattered level 5 and level 10 blue items could hardly catch his eye.
Unless there was a set of level 20 purple equipment, he might be a little interested. As for orange legendary-grade equipment, it was simply out of the question—given his current Forging skill level, even if he had all the materials, he wouldn't be able to make it.
Out of all the prizes available for exchange via points, what Chen Zixuan truly desired were actually some materials he never saw in everyday life.
For instance, the [High-grade Mithril], priced at 400 points each, was an essential material for him to craft the [Magnificent High-grade Vampire Flintlock Pistol] next.
If he had to collect them himself, who knew how long it would take to gather five pieces of [High-grade Mithril].
But exchanging for them with points was a different matter altogether.
At 400 points apiece, 2,000 points for five—that meant that as long as he defeated 400 players of the same rank, he'd have enough points to exchange for five [High-grade Mithril]. Thinking about it this way, it actually seemed quite simple.
With Chen Zixuan's current level and stat panel, even the most defensive of players seemed as fragile as a sheet of paper before him—a single face-off, and he could easily one-shot them.
Assuming each 1v1 match took two minutes, that would be thirty players in an hour. In less than a day, he could easily accumulate 2,000 points, and that's not even considering the possibility of earning more points at higher tiers.
What a great place—worth staying for a few days!
"Where do I register? Take me there."
Removing his gaze from the floating light screen before him, Chen Zixuan looked seriously at Dawn's Light and spoke.
Finding the registration area for players wasn't hard; Chen Zixuan could do it himself. However, since a free "minion" was standing right in front of him, it would be a waste not to use him.
Besides, the area around the arena was packed with players, and Chen Zixuan wasn't brave enough to wander around in his current outfit. Having a companion was better than none; it could also ease the awkwardness a little.
"It's at the entrance to the arena, I'll take you over."
Dawn's Light didn't mind being ordered around by Cecilia; on the contrary, he felt rather honored. After saying this, he turned and led Chen Zixuan toward the arena entrance.
As soon as they stepped onto the bustling street, Chen Zixuan felt his legs going wobbly and a chill under the skirt; players were everywhere around the arena, with many setting up stalls along the roadside—almost an exact replica of what he had done himself once.
His current body's hair color and costume were simply too eye-catching, like a harmless white bunny that had wandered into a pack of wolves. Soon enough, a crowd of players noticed this strikingly out-of-place figure.
"Look, look, that girl is wearing a maid outfit!"
A passerby jabbed his companion excitedly, keeping his eyes fixed ahead and whispering, "Is she an NPC? Or is it a special outfit?"
His companion was dumbstruck. The instant he saw Chen Zixuan, it was as if he'd turned to stone; his expression froze in place, and he kept muttering, "Th-that...that..."
"Isn't this the national server? Where did that come from?" whispered someone else in the crowd, unable to help but interrupt.
Just then, someone couldn't resist exclaiming, "It's Cecilia, alive and breathing!"
At these words, the crowd along the street instantly stirred; practically every eye turned their way at once.
Who could blame them? The top-ranked player on the national server suddenly appeared before their very eyes, dressed in a maid outfit no one had ever seen before. Who wouldn't struggle to suppress the excitement?
The moment he heard this, Chen Zixuan felt all sorts of strange.
What do they mean, "alive"? Was I supposed to be dead before?
Feeling the crowd's reaction firsthand, Dawn's Light leaned in slightly, smiling helplessly in a low voice:
"I finally understand why you always wore that thing before—at your level of fame, you really can't go out without it."
By "that thing," he was obviously referring to the Nightcloak that Chen Zixuan used to wear whenever he went out. Too bad maid outfits and cloaks weren't compatible; otherwise, Chen Zixuan would have loved to just weld his cloak onto himself.
Enduring so many people's gazes made Chen Zixuan uncomfortable all over, but to maintain Cecilia's cool and silent image, he did his best to keep a straight face, avoiding eye contact and muttering:
"Stand behind me. Don't let anyone think I'm your maid."
"All right, all right..."
Dawn's Light scratched his hands in embarrassment and obediently took two steps back to stand behind the silver-haired girl. Meanwhile, he glared fiercely, sweeping his gaze around, naturally taking up the role of bodyguard to warn off anyone who wanted to rush over.
Maybe it was Chen Zixuan's current icy aura, or perhaps it was that Dawn's Light, with his 1.85-meter height and full heavy armor, looked too intimidating—but in any case, though the crowd stayed excited, most simply went wild with the in-game screenshot and video functions and made no move to cross the line.
Being the focus of such openly aggressive stares all around, Chen Zixuan almost started to doubt his whole life; regret began to creep in—if only he hadn't come to mess around in the arena.
However, such thoughts only lingered for a moment before disappearing completely from his mind. Regardless of the other rewards, just those five [High-grade Mithril] were enough incentive—he had to secure them.
Fortunately, they were already quite close to the arena—about fifty meters more, and he'd leave this crowd of gawking troublemakers behind for good. Once inside the room, he could officially start his 1V1 ranked matches, and then nobody would disturb him.
With this in mind, Chen Zixuan quickened his pace yet again.
"Cecilia, I love you!"
Just as Chen Zixuan began to relax his guard, someone in the crowd to his right suddenly shouted at the top of their lungs.
Thanks to his extraordinary hearing, Chen Zixuan instantly pinpointed the source at the moment the shout ended, whipping his head around to shoot an ice-cold glare at a player hiding at the back of the crowd.
For a split second, the world seemed to finally fall silent.
The hard-won quiet was immediately drowned out by even louder commotion.
Maybe everyone wanted to be glared at by Cecilia, to have a story to pass down the family genealogy. Listening to the endless confessions around him, Chen Zixuan was utterly in despair.
"I am an emotionless killer..."
"I am an emotionless killer..."
"I am an emotionless killer..."
Repeating this mantra over and over, Chen Zixuan finally put his poker face back on, striding with Dawn's Light through the towering arena gates.
Reaching the NPC in charge of reception, dozens of players still stubbornly tailed them.
Having already registered before, Dawn's Light, not forgetting his role, stood four meters behind Chen Zixuan as she registered, separating the girl from the zealous crowd lest anything happened.
The registration process for the arena was easy; soon, Chen Zixuan received his rank, which was the same as Dawn's Light—White Porcelain.
Just like most standard online games, the arena ranks in Legend of Kaloran were divided into six tiers, from lowest to highest: [White Porcelain], [Bronze], [Silver], [Gold], [Platinum], and [Diamond].
Each rank had five divisions, with White Porcelain 5 as the lowest and Diamond 1 as the highest. Within each tier, the lower the division number, the stronger the player, which was easy to grasp.
In addition, perhaps because Chen Zixuan's strength was already sufficient, the NPC offered him a piece of hidden information before he left.
Above Diamond 1, there was a higher tier: [Legend].
This was a hidden title quest unique to the arena.
If you could win 1,000 consecutive victories in one-on-one ranked mode, you would be awarded the title of [Legend], along with a reward of 100,000 points. Every player registered in the arena had the right to challenge for it.
It was worth noting that this Legend title was capped at only seven per server, distributed among the seven different classes—one per class.
To illustrate: Dawn's Light's class was swordsman. If he could go undefeated with a 100% win rate in 1,000 straight solo arena matches, he would earn the server's only "Legendary Swordsman" title.
At a glance, everyone would instantly know: ah, this person is the strongest swordsman on the server.
It didn't have any practical function—it was just for showing off; what truly tempted Chen Zixuan was still that 100,000-point reward.
100,000 points... just imagine how many rewards that could buy...
But on reflection, 1,000 consecutive victories was definitely no simple matter.
There are always greater talents out there; not to mention, legend of Kaloran had more than ten million players worldwide.
If you were unlucky enough to face someone higher level, richer, better equipped, and more skillful—and lost just one match—sorry, even if you had won 999 in a row before, your progress would be reset to zero and you'd have to start over from scratch.
So, to win the one-and-only [Legend] class title on the server, you'd need to either burn more cash than anyone else or grind harder than everyone—a cunning ploy by the devs to push players to spend.
Yet even if, by some miracle, you did get the [Legend] title, you couldn't relax—other players of your class would keep coming to challenge you and fight for the title. To stay on top, you'd have to continue spending time (and money).
Of course, a prodigy like Chen Zixuan was the exception.
There was no one else in his class to compete with him, and no one on the server could beat him at all—the only question was whether he wanted the title, not whether he could get it.