<h4>Chapter 13: - Out Of Luck</h4>


    Broken readied himself as five yers suddenly encircled him from every direction. Based on Booba''s report and their aggressive posturing, it was clear that these yers had murderous intentions.


    "Tsk!" The warrior ss yer shook his head in disbelief. "Useless," he eximed firmly, a cruel smile spreading across his face. "Why are we robbing this poor soul?" he said, gesturing to Broken. "Just look at him. He doesn''t even have any decent armor on."


    Broken was indeed wearing armor, but their assessment was partially correct, as his armor had no value. If their goal was to rob him, the only valuable item he had was his Iron Sword, but even that wouldn''t be worth much to these yers.


    "Ha ha ha," another yerughed. It would be more enjoyable if we still teach this yer a lesson. He has the audacity toe to such a dangerous ce. It seems he wants to y games with us."


    "Yeah, look at his name, Broken!" one of them chuckled. "I wonder what he was thinking when he chose that name! And look at him now—walking around here alone, low level with a..." they nced at Polly, "cute pet fox."


    Broken swallowed hard, struggling to think of a way to fight off the five yers. A quick nce revealed they were not too high in level, likely between 50 and 70. Unfortunately, some yers had a sick hobby of mistreating new yers for their own amusement.


    yer Killers do not escape penalties in the game. After killing one person, their gamer name turns orange,sting for six hours. During this time, if they kill another yer, their name bes red, allowing anyone to hunt them without penalty and increasing the risk of their items dropping. In the Red Gamer Name condition, a yer needs one to seven days to normalize their name, depending on the number of yers they killed.


    However, of the five people now in front of Broken, none had a gamer name that was red or even orange.


    "Are they serious about bing yer Killers?" Broken wondered aloud.


    Standing menacingly beside Broken, Polly growled and snarled at the yer killers. Polly might have a chance to fight back against the five yers, but Broken knew he would be easily defeated with his current stats, level, items, and skills. He needed to be stronger, even with his new title as Divine Champion.


    If word got out that a Champion of Sloth died foolishly to five low-level yer killers, it would tarnish Goddess Akidia''s reputation. He couldn''t let that happen.


    "Hey, look at that," one of them said, gesturing toward Polly. "Can we take that from him? It looks pretty cute. I want a pet like that."


    "A three-tailed fox?" another questioned, curiosity glinting in their eyes. "Will it grow more tails as it levels up?"


    "And will it turn into a beautiful woman if it grows even more? I mean, having a spirit beast that can take a human form would be fun," another suggested.


    "A spirit is soul-bound," another chided.


    "But at least, we can reduce his level to one, and after that, his proud spirit beast will abandon him," another corrected. "I think that''s the most fun we can have with this poor soul."


    Broken''s mind raced. He needed a n to get out of this situation. Desperation set in, but he steeled himself. "Polly," he whispered, "get ready to fight."


    Polly''s eyes narrowed, and she crouched, prepared to defend her master.


    When yers were killed in Immortal Legacy, the consequences were severe; they would not only lose a portion of their experience points but also have their level reduced. Hostile yers who bickered with each other often resorted to the most extreme form of punishment by bringing their enemies down to level 1. This was a time-consuming process, but it was possible and represented the most punishing form of torture for Immortal Legacy yers.


    Gaining experience for high-level yers was a time-consuming andborious process, let alone leveling up. Consequently, it was essential to avoid being killed at all costs. yers meticulously analyzed every challenge, whether it was a dungeon expedition, raid boss, or any other threat, to ensure they did not get killed in the process.


    In addition to the level reduction penalty, if a yer died, any items they had equipped or were carrying would fall out of their inventory—such as weapons, armor, or anything else. Consequently, no matter how challenging the situation, a yer would never willingly allow themselves to be killed unless their allies could secure any dropped items. If they died from a yer kill, all their goods would be taken by the killer.


    For this reason, some groups of yers operated as yer killers to gain as much profit as possible from their victims. Robbing other yers could yield significant rewards if valuable items fell into their hands and could be sold for money.


    "You won''t get anything by PK-ing me. I''m so poor that even my sword wouldn''t be worth your trouble," Broken said with a mischievous chuckle. "Are you just having fun with your stupid actions? Don''t you realize how risky these actions are? You could easily be thrown in prison by the kingdom''s knights."


    "We''ll just keep torturing you then. Just be sure to turn up the pain level on your cheap capsule device," one of them stated.


    yers of Immortal Legacy could adjust the sensation of pain they felt during the game, ranging from a light 5% to a more intense 30%. This simted pain transmission was simr to a slight electric shock at its lowest level and a light blow across multiple body parts at its highest.


    Nevertheless, the experience was incredibly realistic due to the sensation of pain and the yers''plete immersion in the game, almost as if they were living in another world. Some yers even devoted their entire lives to Immortal Legacy.


    To ensure that yers didn''t get too immersed in the game and neglect their physical lives, Immortal Legacy imposed a rule that yers could only log in for a maximum of sixteen hours per day. After that, a mandatory waiting period of eight hours was put in ce to make sure that no one spent days on end in the game, unaware of the outside world.


    The group of yers surrounding Brokenughed at his remarks, but the leader''s eyes narrowed. "You think you can scare us with that nonsense?" he sneered. "We''ve been doing this long enough to know the risks. And we''ve made quite a profit off yers like you."


    One of the other yers, a rogue, smirked. "Yeah, but this one''s a waste of time. Look at him—barely any gear worth taking."


    Polly growled low, standing protectively in front of Broken. He knew they had to act quickly. "Polly," he whispered urgently, "get ready."


    Just as the yer killers moved in closer, Broken and Polly sprang into action. Polly transformed into herrger form, and Broken mounted her swiftly. "Run, Polly, now!" hemanded.


    Polly leaped into action, darting through the trees with incredible speed. The yer killers gave chase, but Polly''s agility and speed made it difficult for them to keep up. Broken clung to her, navigating the meadow as arrows and spells whizzed past them.


    However, escaping from the yer killers was not as easy as Broken had imagined. They seemed well-practiced in ambushes, and some of theirrades had hidden, waiting for the right moment to strike.


    Suddenly, a yer shot out from behind the trees, wielding a greatsword and moving quickly, clearly using a skill. Polly couldn''t dodge the unexpected attack, and the massive greatsword mmed into her, sending her crashing to the ground. Broken was thrown from her back and tumbled through the grass.


    Their levels were higher than he had anticipated.


    Six yer killers now surrounded him, all ready to deliver another punishing blow.


    "Damn! Polly might be able to escape, but it looks like it will be very difficult to face them alone," Broken muttered softly.


    At the same time, he noticed something in the corner of his vision.


    [Self Transcendence Blessing Activation Progress: 87%]


    "What will happen when this blessing activates?" he thought to himself.


    The leader of the yer killers smirked. "Looks like you''re out of luck, buddy. We''ll make sure you regret ever logging into this game."