Joy Of Heaven

There was no hope of pushing the task forward for now. Dawei could only wait—again—for the NPC to advance the plot.

That's the curse of going high-end: isolation. No parties, no backup, just you, a hyper-intelligent god-tier boss, and an ever-climbing failure percentage ticking like a doomsday clock.

"If I had a team right now," Dawei muttered bitterly, "someone could've run to the Great Sage for help. But no, the brother here is playing heartbeat horror simulator all by himself."

Jugutra was deep into his research again, wearing that cursed white coat and his shielding helmet, silently ignoring the outside world. Dawei could do nothing but watch as blood drawn from his arm was being converted into history's most illegal potion.

Then the system prompts began hammering in:

[System]: Jugutra has entered the final stage of [Key of Life]. Please intervene—[Eradicate Evil!] is on the verge of failure![System]: Jugutra's research progress: 70%...[System]: Mission failure probability: 70%...

With every percent increase, Dawei's stomach dropped further.

By the time it hit 94%, Jugutra finally removed his helmet and approached with a rainbow-glowing vial. Dawei's heart leapt. It wasn't over yet—the progress bar hadn't disappeared.

Ding![System]: Mission objective updated. Please review.

He glanced up.

[Dark Prophet? Jugutra]

The boss had evolved.

Dawei pulled up the new profile. This time, it wasn't all question marks.

The stats broke four digits across the board. A sea of dark-gold skill icons, mostly control-based mage spells. The scientist had ascended into a full-on god-tier combat caster.

Dawei's breath caught—this was the system's final turning point. The boss had changed classes. That meant the player finally had a shot. Not just a spectator anymore—there was a fight coming.

He just didn't know how he'd survive it.

[System]: You have ingested an unknown potion. Transformation detected. Activate?

Dawei grinned.

"Oh? Brother was wondering how to deal with this. Didn't expect the system to deliver a solution straight to my veins. Let's go!"

BOOM! BOOM!

His muscles erupted. Bones snapped and reformed. A roar tore from his throat as the test bed shattered beneath him. A towering werewolf now stood in Dawei's place. System panels shifted in real-time.

Race: Beast Species

Type: Viral Lifeform

Bloodline: Cursed

[Werewolf Curse: Triggered!]

His stats spiked—how much, he couldn't tell. But not enough to match a demigod. Still, now he had a chance to fight.

Across the room, Jugutra didn't flinch.

"Perfect," the Dark Prophet whispered, his voice oily. "A stronger variant than Montico. You will become the seed of my immortality. Now… hold still while I take your heart."

He pulled out a gleaming surgical knife—S-rank, system confirmed—but Dawei wasn't even looking at it.

He was reading between the lines.

Jugutra hadn't attacked yet.

That wasn't caution. It was fear.

Dawei's brain clicked. The werewolf virus came from the Count—a divine lineage. If Dawei bit him, Jugutra might become infected. Even a demigod couldn't ignore divine contamination.

But was it real fear? Or a bet?

Because if Jugutra did get infected, he'd be stuck with a curse that made him a beast under the Count's influence. No control. That was worse than death for someone like him.

That was it—Dawei had his window.

He roared and lunged—

Only to stop mid-swipe.

[System]: You cannot attack this target. You are bound by the will of the Count.

Dawei stumbled back. He couldn't attack. Just like Montico never fought Jugutra—because he couldn't.

But… maybe he didn't need to.

His gaze flicked to the Destruction Pool. A system-recognized hazard zone. Even a god-tier NPC had no immunity to that.

The sewer hatch nearby gleamed like salvation.

If he could just get Jugutra there…

Roaring again, Dawei charged—not toward Jugutra, but toward the door. Predictably, Jugutra moved to intercept.

Just what Dawei wanted.

They locked, shoulder to shoulder. Jugutra smirked. "You can't run. You're nothing but a puppet."

Dawei didn't respond. He was already shifting, angling, baiting.

Another dash. Another block.

But now Dawei had gauged it. Each time, Jugutra pushed back in a predictable rhythm, just like an AI. Dawei leaned into it, then feinted.

The next charge, he went for broke.

His clawed palm slammed into Jugutra's chest—not to harm, but to shove.

PLOP!

Zhugutra screamed.

The Dark Prophet tumbled backwards, arms flailing, into his own Destruction Pool.

Steam erupted. The system blared:

[System]: Player has killed Dark Prophet? Jugutra.[System]: You have gained experience...[System]: Absolute Luck triggered![System]: You have comprehended a skill: [Incomplete War Technique - Defensive Stance][System]: You've gained achievement: [Perfect Defense]!

Dawei collapsed backward, breathing hard.

A god had fallen.

He checked the new ability:

[Perfect Defense]: Your defense scales with total enemy damage output. The more pressure you're under, the harder you are to kill.

Oh, it was disgusting. Deliciously so.

Then came the cherry on top:

[System]: You've gained the title: [Godslayer]. Would you like to announce it server-wide?

Dawei clicked yes before the window even finished loading.

What was the point of playing a god-killing, dragon-slaying MMO if you couldn't let the whole world know you solo'd a god by shoving him into his own toilet?

He stood tall in the lab, steam rising from the pool, feeling the system glow as his attributes ticked upward.

"Forgot the Dragon Slayer sword today," Dawei muttered with a grin, "but guess what? Brother's still dropping bosses with one hand!"