"Next, let's see how the upgraded Jungle Skirmish Technique performs."
A cold light gleamed in Munir's eyes. Previously, he had only dared to attack Elf squads of three or fewer.
Now, at Level 13 with 135 points in All Attributes, and bolstered by the Rare-rank Jungle Skirmish Technique, ordinary guard squads were nothing but ants to him!
...
Munir sped through the jungle onslaught after onslaught; even squads of four or five Elves met his unhesitating wrath.
[You have resisted oppression and gained 8,000 experience points…]
[You have resisted oppression… 6,000 points…]
Munir was reaping lives at breathtaking speed.
His experience bar soared without pause.
Good thing he wasn't logged into the Divine Gift Domain right now—otherwise the other Divine Gifted would panic to see the top-ranked player at Level 13 already!
And still climbing… what was he even doing?
This was Otherworld, not an MMO.
Was he somehow exploiting a bug?!
...
Munir's pace finally began to slow.
The Elven Race, though a great lineage, wouldn't dispatch endless guards to serve as no-drop "wild mobs" just for one man.
His efficiency in locating new guard squads steadily waned.
At this moment, on the southwest side of the thicket, in a cool, open glade:
"Enemy attack!!"
Within a five-man Elf squad, the young Elven Guard on watch let out a piercing yell—only for his throat to be slit the next instant, and a ghostly figure to flicker past.
"Who goes there?!"
"Everyone, stand alert!!"
"No! Don't—"
Before his warning even finished, the guards screamed in agony, never catching sight of their assailant—already annihilated.
After wiping out the five-Elf squad, Munir didn't pause to collect loot; he seemed to lose his balance and tumbled from the underbrush into a well-hidden hollow of a tree.
The hollow had been set as a trap for beasts by the Elven Race—yet, thanks to his knowledge from the Jungle Skirmish Technique, Munir had concealed himself in a recessed pocket of the pit.
The next moment, several Elven Guard warriors—breathing with power far greater than the previous guards—swiftly swept past the spot.
They looked grim as they inspected the empty trap and whispered among themselves, "Reports say many of our kin were slain by that newly awakened Divine Gifted, and purple flames burned around the corpses."
"We must warn the guards to withdraw—no more needless deaths."
"Enya the Elder, who oversees Slave-contract signings for Divine Gifted, has concluded that this individual wields a skill that gains power from killing non-Demonic Beast units. Stay alert: we must draw him out!"
The Elven Guard warriors discussed further, glanced again at the trap—empty—and failed to notice Munir lying in the interstice.
Soon, their expressions darkened and they dispersed quietly.
Only Munir catapulted from the trap, gasping for air, his eyes alight with exhilaration: "This is what top-tier Jungle Skirmish Technique looks like!"
"I've mastered fighting skills and techniques in this jungle that even these Elven Guard warriors—some of whom have lived for centuries—can't match!"
"Even if they're stronger than me now, they still can't find me!"
"Good! Wonderful!"
"Even if the Elven Race dispatches these elite warriors, it doesn't matter—this is still my hunting ground!"
Munir's eyes burned with confidence.
The silent hunt continued.
To grow stronger.
To control his own fate in this Otherworld.
Pushing his mind and potential to the limit, even as dusk turned to deep night, his slaughter persisted.
[You have resisted oppression, killing 7 Elves in total and gaining 23,000 experience points.]
[Your level has increased to LV19 (23,700/12,000).]
[You have received a one-time God-Tier Class upgrade attribute reward: All Attributes +10.]
"Huff… huff…"
Munir breathed heavily, surrounded by a field of mangled bodies.
His All Attributes had soared to nearly 200 points.
An ordinary Elf gained only three to four points of All Attributes per level.
Thus, even if a guard rose above Level 20, they'd possess less than half of Munir's combat power—not to mention his overwhelming experience advantage.
These seven guards were all elites in superior leather armor.
Yet under Munir's savage onslaught, each fell within less than a minute.
Munir casually tore the tattered leather jacket from his body, stripped the guards' armor for himself, and then quickly looted every coin, fruit, and supply before slipping away with ease.
When the Elven Race's elite warriors finally arrived, all they found was carnage—and they cried out in fury.
Meanwhile, Munir lay hidden in a nearby tree hollow, eyes closed, resting his spirit.
He was already familiar with the amplification granted by his Rare-rank Jungle Skirmish Technique and knew he could toy with these warriors at will. Hearing their angry shouts, he drifted peacefully to sleep—the first time since transmigrating that he chose to sleep proactively!
...
"The Divine Gift Domain even has this function—pretty useful." Munir murmured in contentment.
Upon sleeping, he found himself back in the Divine Gift Domain and received a prompt: Divine Gifted can freely move within the space while sleeping, without affecting sleep quality, and can even use the domain to enter deep slumber and rapidly recover energy. Within the domain, Divine Gifted can also sense their body's surroundings to avoid surprise attacks.
However, upon entering the space, Munir suddenly saw a message:
[Divine Gifted, welcome back to the Divine Gift Domain. Your power has been updated on the power leaderboard.]
"Update, huh? Fine by me." Munir nodded calmly. After a moment's thought, he chose to log out of the Divine Gift Domain altogether. While activities within the domain didn't drain energy, his spirit was utterly exhausted—he just wanted a good rest.
However, Munir left—unaware that his brief login and logout would spark a huge commotion.
...
In the plaza of the Divine Gift Domain, crowds surged. It was nighttime, and a large number of Divine Gifted had logged in during their rest periods, filling the space with clamoring voices.
In the center of the square, a group of Divine Gifted wearing Celestial Seraphim garments deliberately pulled back their hoods and stood prominently among the throng.
At their forefront was Mustel, the third-ranked powerhouse—or rather, a few dozen minutes ago, he had been ranked first!
At Level Seven, he had overtaken Mustel's pre-update Level Six.
Seizing the moment, he led the Celestial Seraphim contingent in revealing their identities—except for Morrian, who remained incognito.
Mustel called out in a loud voice, "Everyone, I am Mustel of the Celestial Seraphim, a Legendary Rank class-holder—God-Warrior—currently the #1 on the Power Leaderboard! I'm organizing the first guild among our Divine Gifted!"
"I've learned from the Celestial Seraphim elders that founding a guild requires a special spatial artifact called the Phantasmal Crystal. If any Divine Gifted friend obtains one and is willing to part with it, I will reserve you a spot in my guild—and grant you five membership slots to recruit your own allies!"
He spoke with great enthusiasm.
Around him, countless faces frowned.
Wow—you want to found a guild, sure, but you're also freeloading our resources? And you're offering five slots? Who do you think you are?
Though they scoffed inwardly, no one dared step forward to challenge him. Mustel's Legendary Rank status was real, his Level Seven was genuine, and at that moment he truly was the strongest Divine Gifted—who would dare oppose him?
At the edge of the plaza, however, new Divine Gifted continued to arrive, curious: "Hey, who's that standing up front? He's exposed himself—doesn't he worry someone will come looking for trouble?"
Someone even bluntly asked Mustel, "Who are you? Why does everyone stand around you? Bro, are you that amazing?"
As more people came forward with questions—which somewhat tarnished his image as the top Divine Gifted—Mustel clenched his teeth and spent ten experience points.
"Whatever—I've got the perfect leveling spot. Ten XP and a few slimes later, I'll get it all back," he reassured himself.
"Friends, I won't waste time introducing my identity—the great presence of the Divine Gift Domain itself has already informed you!" Mustel shouted.
A banner unfurled overhead, instantly displaying his name and the shining words "Level Seven" above his head!
Simultaneously, in the sky above, the large characters "Divine Gift Domain Power Leaderboard" appeared.
All players arranged themselves in order of level, standing in line beneath the floating title.