The Boss Attacked Me Once—Now It’s Dead
The moment Lin Feng saw the system notification, his eyes narrowed slightly. That message... He knew it all too well from his previous life.
It was a system-wide alert for nearby players: a Mutated Field Boss had just spawned.
A warning for weak players to back off—and an invitation for the strong to claim it.
These bosses didn't follow normal spawn rules. They were rarer, stronger, and far more rewarding than standard bosses. High-tier gear, extra gold, more EXP. And most importantly... this one had spawned right near the corrupted wolf den.
That was no coincidence.
It was as if the system had spawned this monster specifically for him.
Lin Feng didn't hesitate. He altered course immediately, making his way toward the coordinates.
He wasn't the only one.
A few nearby power-leveling teams had also received the alert and were now silently converging on the same spot.
———
By the time Lin Feng arrived, over twenty players were already gathered in the clearing.
He scanned the area with a single glance. Two distinct teams. Organized. Armed. Power-leveling squads with paying clients.
Not surprising—this was the outermost region of the Novice Village. No one dared venture this far alone without serious backup.
Then came the murmurs.
"Who's that? A solo player?"
"Probably just lost. Ignore him—watch the other team!"
"Our client wants that boss. Focus!"
"Wait... is he a tank class or something?"
Lin Feng casually looked over both groups. Each squad had over ten players, and both had a well-equipped team leader standing out as the 'boss' behind the curtain.
But Lin Feng's gaze didn't linger on them.
Instead, his eyes flicked to the trees just behind them—to a silhouette hiding in the shadows.
A lone figure, light on their feet. No one else had noticed. But Lin Feng did.
No movement escaped his eyes.
Lin Yao.
In his past life, she had been one of humanity's greatest assassins—a legendary top-tier player who slew countless abyssal demons on the battlefield of Apocalypse.
To think they'd both been placed in the same Novice Village this time around…
Lin Yao noticed his gaze and stiffened. Shock flickered across her face.
She had an A-rank assassin talent. She should have been invisible to anyone nearby. Yet this man—this player named Immortal One—spotted her instantly.
She quickly melted back into the shadows, unsettled.
But Lin Feng wasn't interested in her. Not now.
His focus returned to the center of the clearing—just in time to see swirling black energy take form.
Purple lightning snapped across the air, coalescing into a monstrous, twisted silhouette.
A Mutated Demonic Wolf King emerged from the black fog.
The system instantly displayed its terrifying stats:
[Mutated Demonic Wolf King (Silver Rank)]
Type: Field Boss
Level: 10
HP: 20,000 / 20,000
ATK: 210
DEF: 60
Skills: Demonic Howl Lv10, Blood Moon Fury Lv10, Vicious Fang Lv5, Lycan Bloodline Lv5
Description: A corrupted wolf born from a dark mutation. Far stronger than standard demonic beasts, it radiates malice and unholy power.
Silver-ranked. Level 10. Twenty thousand HP.
The nearby players' expressions darkened. This was way above their pay grade.
With their current stats, most of their attacks would barely scratch 100 damage. Without elite gear or full control chains, there was no way they'd bring it down.
Most were now quietly regretting coming here at all.
And still, Lin Yao remained hidden in the shadows, biding her time, clearly waiting for the perfect moment to swoop in for the kill steal.
Only Lin Feng looked completely relaxed.
This was exactly the kind of enemy he needed. High health. High aggression. Perfect for triggering reflect damage.
And the rewards? Irresistible.
Without hesitation, Lin Feng strode toward the wolf.
The chatter behind him picked up again:
"Is this guy serious? Walking up like that?"
"Does he think his tank class can handle a silver boss?"
"Whatever, let him go. We'll use him to test how strong the boss is."
"Yeah, probably dead in one hit…"
———
The wolf turned. Its eyes locked onto Lin Feng.
With a furious howl, it lunged, fangs flashing.
Fast.
Too fast for any average player to dodge.
Usually, fighting this boss required flawless movement and a perfect rotation of crowd control. A single mistake could mean death.
But Lin Feng?
Didn't even move.
Because he didn't have to.
As the wolf's fangs sank into him, a blinding pulse of divine energy erupted—
[-45 HP received. Reflect Damage: -20,000 HP!]
[-45 HP received. Reflect Damage: -20,000 HP!]
[-45 HP received. Reflect Damage: -20,000 HP!]
BOOM!
The wolf didn't even have a chance to complete its first attack animation.
Its massive HP bar instantly dropped to zero.
It died the moment it struck him.
The corpse hit the ground with a dull thud. Less than ten seconds after it had spawned, the Silver-ranked Boss had been annihilated.
And then—
[World Announcement: Player "Immortal One" has successfully slain the first Field Mutated Boss. Reward: +1000 EXP, Random Epic Chest, +10 Luck.]
The air fell deathly still.
Everyone turned toward Lin Feng, mouths hanging open.
"Did... did that just happen?"
"Two... twenty thousand HP? Gone in one hit?!"
"There's no way! That guy's level one! What the hell kind of damage was that?"
"Wait... he didn't even attack. Was that reflective damage? That much from a tank?!"
"Could be some hidden S-rank talent… or even higher…"
Even the gold-paying clients in both squads had gone quiet.
No one dared make a move.
No one dared get in his way.
The man who had walked in alone… had just one-shot a world boss.
Lin Feng didn't even look at them.
His system chimed again in his ear:
[You've slain Mutated Demonic Wolf King (Silver). Gained 5000 EXP ]
A smirk touched his lips.
Let the real grind begin.