Chapter 75: Untold Stories

Wang Feng cursed fiercely in midair, his eyes filled with unquenchable malice. But he had no time left to act; Kong Zhe’s next attack cleaved him cleanly in two.

Kong Zhe paused for a moment, surprised. That strike had originally been aimed at Han Ke, but the opponent had found a scapegoat and unleashed a concealed escape skill, narrowly dodging his blade. Yet, even with someone else buying him precious seconds, Kong Zhe’s full-powered blow, after splitting Wang Feng, sent a tangible blade aura forward, cutting into Han Ke’s back and leaving a long, deep wound.

Han Ke, sprinting desperately, felt the attack behind him and was struck with terror. He had never imagined that, even in such circumstances, his opponent could still injure him—and it was only the force of the blade aura, almost draining his health completely. Staring at the blackened number “5” on his status panel, Han Ke shuddered with fear. He felt the dampness in his trousers and admitted to himself: in that instant, he truly had been scared witless.

At this point, he could think of nothing else. He dared not look back, only burying his head and charging forward. If another attack came, even a mere graze would mean certain death.

Kong Zhe gave chase for a while but eventually gave up; his opponent had already pulled far ahead. Clearly, Han Ke’s escape skill was quite advanced, likely an initial reward. Though it was a pity to let him escape, Kong Zhe doubted he would dare approach again anytime soon. Besides, pursuing too far risked someone else seizing the fishing hole, and all his efforts would be wasted.

Shaking his head, Kong Zhe sheathed his blade and returned to where Wang Feng had died. The corpse had vanished, replaced by a heap of dropped items on the ground.

“What the hell!”

Kong Zhe eyed the pile, disgusted by the colorful women’s underwear among the loot. The man looked burly enough—how did he end up with such a fetish for collecting women’s clothing?

He searched through the items, but quickly grew disappointed: not a single piece of equipment had dropped. It seemed unlikely the man had no gear; now, with nothing left, Kong Zhe could only blame bad luck. He picked up a few silver coins from the ground and hurried back to the fishing hole.

He had just unleashed a bloodbath here, leaving the place saturated with the scent of carnage.

Glancing around, he found not a single soul; evidently, his rampage had frightened everyone away. Surely, they were running as far as possible, not daring to return.

With no one to disturb him, Kong Zhe could finally fish in peace. He removed his mask, revealing a youthful, handsome face beneath. Wearing a mask had been a habit from his past life as a killer; at first, it was to conceal the unwillingness on his face, but as his expressions grew numb, the habit remained.

Sighing, Kong Zhe settled by the lake, took out his Wave Card, breathed deeply several times, and began his final round of fishing.

This time, his magic was abundant, and the surroundings were quiet, so he felt no urgency. It was his last chance to fish; who knew when he would next encounter a fishing hole—perhaps not for years. He was determined to seize this opportunity and aim for the best possible catch.

Kong Zhe waited patiently, ignoring two consecutive surges, even resisting the urge when a strong magical wave—likely a purple-grade treasure fish—appeared. He forced himself to hold back.

Nearly an hour passed. Suddenly, Kong Zhe’s eyes lit up: the hole’s magical fluctuations had reached gold-grade intensity, even stronger than when he’d fished up the profession scroll last time.

No mistake—this was definitely a gold item!

This time, Kong Zhe hesitated no longer. He seized the rod firmly.

“Lift!”

As a Red Phosphor Treasure Fish broke the surface, the fishing hole vanished completely, the ice returning to its original state, as if nothing extraordinary had ever occurred.

Kong Zhe had no time to ponder this, his gaze fixed, blazing, on the shimmering treasure fish. Yet soon he frowned—why wasn’t the fish’s surface radiating golden light as before?

Though puzzled, Kong Zhe didn’t dwell on it. Perhaps the item inside was small and the golden glow couldn’t escape.

He quickly pushed the doubt aside, grabbed the treasure fish, and, with excitement, cut open its belly.

But as he examined its contents, Kong Zhe froze.

Ding! Congratulations, you have obtained a Treasure Fish. Inside is a white-grade weapon: Untold Story—Apocalypse.

A white item?

Kong Zhe was dumbfounded. Had he imagined the intense fluctuations? He had expected a divine artifact; even a purple item would have sufficed. But now, it was merely a common white-grade item? The disappointment was profound.

Yet the sword’s name intrigued him. Ordinary white weapons never had such elaborate names—perhaps there was more to it.

Without further ado, Kong Zhe picked up the sword to examine it.

The sword was entirely silver-white, unremarkable, with visible rust spots on its surface. Judging by its appearance, it was unimpressive; were it not for the faint white glow indicating its magical nature, it would be ignored if tossed onto the street.

Shaking his head, Kong Zhe inspected its attributes.

Untold Story—Apocalypse.

All stats +1, attack +3.

These were its basic attributes, slightly superior to typical white-grade weapons, but still within normal bounds.

Kong Zhe nodded and looked further down. What he saw nearly made his jaw drop.

Below the basic stats was a long list of descriptions:

Kill 100 enemies to unlock an attribute (0/100).
Kill 200 goblins to unlock an attribute (0/200).
Kill 500 spiders to unlock an attribute (0/500).
Kill 2000 undead to unlock an attribute (0/2000).
Kill 10,000 enemies to unlock an attribute (0/10,000).
Kill 100 troggs to unlock an attribute (0/100).
Kill 100 dwarves to unlock an attribute (0/100).

Kong Zhe stared at the lengthy description, speechless. His emotions were a tumultuous blend of sweet, sour, bitter, and spicy.

“Damn!”

He could only curse, unable to articulate his feelings.

His excitement was justified—he had never seen such an innovative weapon: nine locked attributes! Counting the basic stats as one, that made ten attributes in total. Even brand-new divine artifacts boasted only eight attributes. Clearly, once all nine hidden attributes were unlocked, this equipment would instantly become gold-grade, and among gold items, it would be top-tier.

At the same time, he understood why the equipment showed up as white-grade. Unlike other gold items, which unlock hidden attributes once reaching a certain level, this special item required fulfilling unique conditions—killing enemies or monsters in specific amounts—to activate its powers. Thus, its grade would gradually increase.

At this moment, Kong Zhe wanted to laugh aloud—he had indeed obtained a supreme artifact. Yet, he also felt like crying; the conditions for unlocking these attributes were outrageously strict.

The first few were manageable: killing a hundred enemies to unlock the first attribute was easy for Kong Zhe. The next two—two hundred goblins and five hundred spiders—though time-consuming, were within reach, provided he could find enough of them.

But the requirements for two thousand undead and ten thousand enemies were excessive. In his previous life, he hadn’t killed two thousand monsters in three years. Even if he did encounter so many, he would be killing until his hands were numb.

Though difficult, these were still achievable with effort.

Yet the next conditions were sheer madness.

Especially the last two: kill legendary heroes and epic heroes! This was an impossible demand. Before he was reborn, there were fewer than ten legendary heroes among humans, and not a single epic hero. Even if he were capable, where would he find enough legendary heroes to slay? He promptly dismissed these requirements.

Looking back, the task of killing a hundred dwarves, though seemingly easy with no strength requirement, made Kong Zhe want to curse. Everyone knew dwarves were famously united; killing more than five would mean a lifetime of being hunted by their epic champions.

There remained the condition to kill a hundred troggs; Kong Zhe was utterly speechless—he’d never even heard of such creatures, let alone slain one. Where was he supposed to find them?

“Sigh!”

Kong Zhe let out a deep sigh, his body relaxing as he sprawled carelessly across the snow. Miracle sorcerer, holy enchanter—now he possessed another artifact with an infernal upgrade mode. Since his rebirth, he kept acquiring immensely powerful yet highly restricted items. He couldn’t tell whether he was lucky or cursed.

Was it fate mocking him, deliberately toying with him in such a way?

Shaking his head, Kong Zhe slapped his face and sat up abruptly, gazing at the ugly weapon in his hand.

No matter what, even if he never unlocked the final attributes, this item was at least blue or even purple-grade. This venture had certainly not been in vain.

He checked his magical reserves—more than half remained. After some thought, Kong Zhe took out the purple tentacle skin he’d previously fished up.