Red_Skin_Duck

“I thought we were brothers, and this is how you treat me?”
Clutching his bloodied abdomen, John stared fiercely at the two figures before him.
And the dragger embedded in his stomach was none other than the symbol of their former friendship: the legendary gear [Apate’s Whisper].
“Just got a little lucky, and you think you’re so great?”
“Claiming to be blessed by the Goddess of Luck? I’d like to see where your Goddess is.”
“Hahahaha…”
Amidst the taunting laughter, John’s world gradually darkened.
…
[Ding, congratulations to the Host for becoming player number 001 in Apocalypse]
“Didn’t I die? What time is it now?”
[Ding, congratulations to the Host for acquiring the SSS talent Kiss of LUCK, randomly gaining a hundredfold Bonus!]
“A hundredfold Bonus?”
[Ding, the Host executes a normal attack, physical damage 5; based on talent evaluation, deals a total of 2000 points magic damage!]
[Ding, the Host obtains an iron dagger, quality common; based on talent evaluation, it upgrades to a Legendary dagger!]
[Ding, the Host obtains a magic scroll, quality rare; based on talent evaluation, it upgrades to a Divine scroll!]
“Good, this time, you all will pay for what you’ve done!”

I, the Weakest Human, Start with a Hundredfold Bonus Talent！

"Easy for you to say. It's either open space or locked rooms here. Where can I hide?"

John cursed inwardly but obediently took out the carpet and covered himself entirely.

He then crouched in a corner, not daring to make a sound.

The next moment, a nauseating, putrid stench of extreme decay surged from the far end, filling John's nostrils and making him instinctively want to vomit.

Finally, at the far end, a pair of blood-red eyes flickered, peering through the window as if scrutinizing the entire palace.

Oddly, the presence of a living being had completely vanished, and after repeatedly confirming this, the dead dragon withdrew its gaze and returned to slumber.

Seeing this, John finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Feeling his heart pounding wildly, he struggled to stand up, still shaken, and said, "So this is the oppressive aura of a demigod?"

By comparison, the pressure from an [Apostle] seemed insignificant.

Chapter125-Dragon of Death and Sin