The Shelter Game: Me, Starting with a Tenfold Drop Rate

"The bastard is just hiding behind the cabinet. Even if he's not dead, he's seriously injured." the tall, thin assassin said smugly, looking over at Dennis. He continued, "Do you want us to finish him off for you, or would you like to do it yourself?"

Hearing this, Dennis couldn't hide his excitement.

Back outside the villa, he had already used a tracking crystal to confirm that the person living inside was indeed the "Public Enemy Nimber one" player.

The thought of killing him and receiving the Blue Planet Will reward made his hands tremble with anticipation.

Not only that, he was also curious about what kind of person could be deemed the "Public Enemy Nimber one" by the Blue Planet Will, and why the female assassin had been so intimately involved with him on the sofa.

Was it because he was handsome?

Or did he have some other special trait?

"I've never experienced what it's like to kill someone before, so today seems like a good day to try it out." Dennis said, taking the submachine gun from the tall, thin assassin's hands and walking step by step towards the wooden cabinet.

As he got closer to the cabinet, the smile on Dennis's face grew wider. If he could kill the heavily injured "Public Enemy Nimber one" player hiding behind the cabinet, he would undoubtedly receive the Blue Planet Will's reward.

"A god-level item! Once I have it, even the higher-ups will have to flatter me!" Dennis thought to himself.

But then, in the next moment.

As Dennis walked behind the cabinet and saw the face of the "Public Enemy Nimber one" player, he froze in shock and exclaimed, "How... how could it be you!"

"So it was you who hired these assassins." Irving said as he slowly stood up from behind the cabinet. He glanced at Dennis and then looked around at the surrounding assassins, a smile appearing on his face.

Just moments ago, while hiding behind the cabinet, Irving had overheard the conversation between Dennis and the tall, thin assassin, and had felt a strange sense of familiarity with the voice.

At this moment, Dennis was gripping the submachine gun tightly, his expression changing rapidly like a kaleidoscope—from initial disbelief to seething anger.

The events of the last banquet had left him obsessing over how to tear Irving apart every night before he went to sleep.

Now, the person he hated most was standing right in front of him.

"I never would have thought that the Public Enemy Nimber one was you. What a small world." Dennis said, his eyes red with rage. He then laughed loudly, "Perfect, this makes things much easier. In the end, you're still going to die by my hand."

"Oh, is that so?" Irving chuckled, a cold glint flashing in his deep eyes.

For some reason, Dennis felt an uneasy sensation. He looked Irving up and down and immediately realized something was wrong. He shouted furiously, "You idiots, didn't you say he had been shot? Even if he wasn't dead, he should be seriously injured! What the hell did I pay you useless fools for!"

The tall, thin assassin standing nearby was staring at Irving in shock.

As a professional assassin, the tall, thin man was certain he had hit Irving with multiple bullets when he fired.

However, Irving stood before them unscathed, without a single wound on his body.

"Impossible! What's going on here?" The tall assassin sensed a dangerous atmosphere. He quickly cast a glance at the female assassin on the sofa.

The assassin codenamed "Foxy" had a highly complex expression on her face. She shook her head slightly, her beautiful eyes revealing an enigmatic look.

Seeing this, the tall assassin was alarmed and hurriedly shouted to Dennis, "Fall back! Get back now!"

"You useless fools, you can forget about getting that reward." Dennis snarled, ignoring his warning. Filled with rage, he aimed the gun at Irving and pulled the trigger. "Die!"

At such close range, the submachine gun's power was maximized, the muzzle spewing fire as Dennis's face contorted with satisfaction.

The next moment, something unimaginable happened.

The bullets were stopped by a golden glow surrounding Irving, as if they had hit an impenetrable barrier, rendering them ineffective.

"What! Is he even human?!"

"Could it be... that my eyes were playing tricks on me?" The assassins were instantly thrown into disarray.

According to logic, a human body should not be able to withstand bullets, but this young man in front of them was doing just that.

These assassins, handpicked by Dennis, did not have access to the Other World Game and were unfamiliar with many aspects of it, so they couldn't believe what they were seeing.

It wasn't just them. Most ordinary people would find it hard to believe.

Previously, during the Night Blades' attack in the capital city, Irving had used a fireball spell in front of many witnesses. Although the authorities tried to suppress the news, some videos still leaked. Yet, when people saw them, they assumed it was just special effects from a movie.

When the apocalypse finally arrives, these people will realize just how foolish they had been...

"It seems the defensive limit of this passive skill is just about here." Irving murmured, seemingly dissatisfied.

Although the bullets were blocked by the protective shield provided by the skill [Blessed by Light], he still felt a sharp pain with each impact, and the golden glow around him was visibly dimming.

After enduring two rounds of catastrophic trials, players in the Other World Game were rapidly growing in strength, with some even breaking through the level 11 threshold and entering the Trainee Hero stage.

Take, for example, Alice, the leader of the Brotherhood of Night Blades...

Last night in the secret realm, the mages from the Night Blades were mostly around level 10, with a few having already surpassed the level 11 threshold. The power of the spells they cast far exceeded that of these bullets.

The protective shield provided by [Blessed by Light] couldn't fully withstand the skills of a powerful mage at this stage.

"I spared you once before. This time you won't get another chance." Irving said coldly. His deep eyes once again gleamed with a crimson light.

This was the manifestation of his skill: [Soul Link].

Before the female assassin codenamed "Foxy" had entered, he had already used it once.

Swiftly scanning the information in Dennis's mind, Irving frowned slightly.

"You!" Dennis was utterly stunned. When he looked at Irving again, his eyes were filled with fear.

Only now did he finally realize why this man had become the chief advisor of the Angel Guild, why the Blue Planet Will had labeled him the "Public Enemy Nimber one." and why there was a bounty on him in the Other World Game...

"Please, spare me. I know I was wrong." Dennis begged, his hands trembling uncontrollably, his face as white as a sheet. "I'll agree to any condition you want if you just let me go."

"Too late!" The cold glint in Irving's eyes grew even sharper.

Not to mention the information he had just extracted from Dennis's mind, the fact that Dennis knew about his "Number One Player" identity meant he could not leave him alive.

It wasn't just Dennis. Everyone present had to be eliminated.

The next moment.

Boom!

A loud explosion echoed through the villa. Blinding light filled the assassins' eyes, and before they could react, their bodies were engulfed in flames.

Perhaps it was due to the Taikoo Flame gem, but the fireballs Irving cast contained streaks of green light, making them even more powerful than before.

Ten minutes later.

The villa was silent. Many pieces of furniture in the living room had been destroyed by the flames, and Dennis, along with the thirty assassins he had brought, were reduced to charred corpses.

In a corner of the wrecked living room, the female assassin codenamed "Foxy" was curled up on the sofa, her snow-white skin marked with scars.

Her gaze was fixed on Irving, who was not far away. Her eyes were filled with confusion, shock, and fear, an incredibly complex mix of emotions.

"Foxy?" Irving walked over, a hint of amusement in his cold eyes. "One of the top hundred international assassins. Your real name is Wendy, correct?"

"You..." These words pierced Wendy's heart like steel needles. Her beautiful eyes widened, and the fear on her face deepened. "How do you know that? Does it mean our presence was already exposed before we arrived?"

This was the only possibility she could think of.

A flash of indifference passed through Irving's eyes as he slowly said, "You are not in a position to ask me questions right now." After a pause, he continued, "You lived abroad before? And you received training in firearms..."

A string of information about her came out effortlessly.

These details were what Irving had just probed from her mind using [Soul Link]. At this moment, Wendy felt like she was standing completely naked and transparent before him.

"Just kill me!" Wendy closed her eyes in despair, a hint of helplessness appearing on her delicate face.

No one is unafraid of death, not even a professional assassin like Wendy. However, she understood very well that any resistance against the man before her would be futile.