The Goblin Emperor's attack power was a hefty 240, while Orson had only 150 HP. One hit from the boss would spell instant defeat for him.
Ordinary teams would have no chance against a boss like this. Unfortunately for the Goblin Emperor, it was up against Orson, the "human cannon," with an extre range of 170 ters for relentless basic attacks!
**SecondFloorListener:** "Check it out! Big boss spawn!"
**ThirdFloorPerforr:** "Whoa, this boss looks epic. Could it be a world boss? That health pool is insane!"
**Heaven'sGiftedWarrior:** "What are we waiting for? Attack! As long as it has a health bar, it can be taken down. This could be a jackpot!"
Orson positioned himself on one side of the valley, carefully calculating his attack range. However, nearby players, upon seeing the boss appear, went wild with excitent; even if they just hit the Goblin Emperor, they felt it would be a victory.
-12!
-25!
A wave of players charged the Goblin Emperor, most dealing pitifully low damage. They didn't realize their mistake until it was too late; the Goblin Emperor raised its staff, and a dark hexagram appeared, summoning a horde of undead goblin warriors from the ground.
**[Goblin Undead Warrior: Level 5]**
**HP**: 300/300
**Attack Power**: 20
Triggered by the attack, these undead warriors turned hostile and charged the players nearby.
"A necromancer-type boss? This monster density… interesting," Orson's eyes glead with anticipation. If the boss could summon so many undead, he had an ambitious idea.
**Area Chat:**
**RandomPlayer:** "Oh no, these goblin grunts are coordinating attacks!"
The nearby players quickly fell, over thirty spirits soaring back to the respawn point like fireworks.
**"Hold the line! Reinforcents, move in!"** one player tried to rally the others, but it was a futile effort. The average player in the Newbie Village was only Level 3 to 5, and anyone facing more than three undead warriors couldn't survive for long.
Panic spread as players retreated toward the Newbie Village, luring the undead warriors to the village entrance. Now, if anyone stepped outside the safe zone, they were as good as dead.
**SteelSkinPride:** "It's over, a zombie invasion! We're dood!"
**MichellePlayer:** "I was so close to Level 5! Now I've lost 30% experience. What do we do?"
The death penalty in *Infinite Dinsions* was steep, costing players 10% of their experience each ti, with a small chance of losing items. The players who had joined in the boss raid were now too scared to try again. Yet, with the undead warriors remaining outside the village, they were effectively trapped, falling far behind the main leveling group.
**Heaven'sGiftedWarrior:** "Don't panic! Monsters aren't supposed to attack players in the village. It's obviously a bug; the ga AI will fix it automatically."
The sa player who had rallied them to attack the boss tried to calm everyone down, but it only sparked more backlash.
"You think we believe you, you lying old man?"
"Yeah! If you hadn't told us to charge the boss, those goblin zombies wouldn't be attacking us!"
"My brother's in Edgar City earning decent coin already. You think you can make up for the ti we've lost?"
A wave of mockery drowned out the poor Level 5 sword-wielder, who found himself cornered at the healing station.
Boom—boom—boom!
Three fiery explosions erupted near the village entrance, blanketing the clustered undead with fire.
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-85
-85
Three blazing fireballs struck a five-ter radius, incinerating a group of undead warriors. Flas and explosions tore through them, leaving several undead reduced to ash.
In the next mont, a volley of small fireballs rained down, forming a spectacular teor shower. Each undead touched by the flas fell instantly.
Everyone froze, looking toward the distant forest in astonishnt.
**Heaven'sGiftedWarrior** bead, as if his predictions were confird. "Ha! I knew *Infinite Dinsions* would fix the bug!"
**SteelSkinPride:** "Sweet! The defense tower's kicking in!"
**BurgerEater:** "As far as I know, our village is the only one with a defense tower. Other Newbie Villages don't get this kind of luxury."
"You have slain a [Goblin Undead Warrior]. Experience 7."
"You have slain…"
"You remain undetected."
Orson continued his barrage of basic attacks and Chain Fireballs, quickly clearing the clustered monsters and leveling up to Level 5.
He soon realized that the undead warriors had all marked him with aggro, but his range exceeded their detection range. The undead wandered around aimlessly, while the boss, frustrated, began summoning more undead warriors.
With most players hiding in the village, these newly summoned undead had no target and simply stood in place, bewildered.
High up on the hill, Orson wore a wide grin, his staff nearly on the verge of overheating from constant casting.
With no one else brave enough to venture out, he didn't have to worry about anyone stealing his kills. Using his extended range to pick off stationary targets felt like operating a mobile mortar launcher, able to target monsters from a safe distance across the hill.
Moreover, since he was outside the boss's detection range, even if he exhausted his mana, he could simply stop attacking to disengage and use **ditation** to recover.
"My village has a divine tower protecting it! Starting out with a tower—who else has it this good?"
"In this blessed village, I'm destined for greatness in the world of *Infinite Dinsions!*"
…
Everyone cheered, looking to the hill with excitent, certain that a divine fla tower was protecting the village.
Only a few players noticed sothing unusual. "Why can't we pick up the dropped items?"
Within ten minutes, four hundred undead goblin warriors had been slain. With the added bonus of his **Goblin Ripper** title, Orson received drops of three common pieces of white equipnt, a few greens, and two silver coins.
In *Infinite Dinsions*, gear is classified into six ranks: White (Common), Green (Superior), Blue (Refined), Purple (Heroic), Orange (Legendary), and Red (Forbidden).
In the early days of the ga, a Level 10 blue-quality piece could fetch 5 gold, or roughly five thousand yuan, at auction. Beyond equipnt, rare items, Soul Imprints, and unique treasures could command even higher prices.
This handful of common drops didn't interest Orson. Farming progress for his **Heavenly Spirit's Right Eye** was the main objective. The Goblin Emperor was now the ultimate "working emperor," summoning waves of monsters with no ans of defending himself.
Orson had lost count of how many waves of undead warriors the boss had summoned. In his mind, there was only one goal: farm!
Was he exploiting a glitch? In *Infinite Dinsions*, the concept of "glitch farming" didn't exist. The gods had designed the ga for players to do whatever it took to beco stronger.
In his past life, Orson had seen far crazier farming thods—a Dragonmaster casually lounging in his castle, sipping wine and singing, while his nine dragons wreaked havoc on a nearby dungeon. In one night, he destroyed a dungeon the size of a mid-sized country, killing every boss and earning loot worth billions.
In *Infinite Dinsions*, as long as a player was powerful enough, they could effectively beco a ga-breaking "bug" themselves!
But, compared to the terrifying interdinsional creatures, his current power was still child's play…
Ti flew by, and five hours passed.
**9991!**
**9995!**
**10,000 monster kills achieved!**
Orson collapsed onto the ground, utterly exhausted. At this point, just seeing another goblin made him want to puke.
**System Announcent:** *Player Orgod, like a god descended, has slain 10,000 goblins, earning the title "Beast Tribe Heretic."*
**System Announcent…**
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