Returning From Level 900 Chapter 72 - Good luck

Chapter 72: Good luck

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Chapter 72: Good luck

Compared to Brawny Man, who was bitten out of the tower by the bats, Wang Wen’s handling of the boss monsters was much more professional.

The combination of spiritual power and poison effectively rendered the giant cockroaches incapable of fighting.

Wang Wen’s only limitation was that he was only on the tenth floor. The first nine floors did not have many wild survival checkpoints, so the poison powder in his hands was insufficient.

Otherwise, he could farm until the weekend to reset the Square Formation.

He refused to leave the tower until he had amassed hundreds of millions of points!

Even so, when Wang Wen’s poison powder ran out a few hours later, the Square Formation checkpoint on the tenth floor was already crawling with more bats.

He had to be cautious when stepping on them. He might have stepped on one or two of them and killed them if he had not been careful.

The ground was crawling with small bats, but there were only a few large cockroaches.

That was all thanks to Wang Wen’s rich experience.

In his previous life, he almost vomited when he fought in the Square Formation.

Naturally, he ca up with the best plan.

Like the other regular tower climbers, they would only fight with their heads down. The smarter ones would avoid killing the bats so the cockroaches would not split too much.

Wang Wen was not like that.

Even though he had ways to kill all the cockroaches, he did not do that.

Most of the ti, he would leave enough cockroaches to make them split!

In other words, he only killed the cockroaches until only one or two were alive to avoid accidentally clearing the level.

Then, he would kill another small monster to make the boss monster split again.

That way, he would always have two or three boss monsters alive at any one ti.

After that, he would keep repeating the process and collect the points.

Apart from Wang Wen’s team, it seed like only very few climbers knew that the boss monsters in the Square Formation could recover the number of splits by killing the small monsters during the final stage.

Even if others were aware of the thod, it would be extrely difficult to implent.

It was not so much that the boss monsters were too powerful to defeat as the small monsters were too weak, and there were too many of them.

If one were not careful, it would be easy to kill a large number of them, which would cause the boss monsters to split and explode multiple tis.

Only Wang Wen, who used special poison powder to kill all the bats and keep them out of the way, could consistently control the number of bosses to accumulate points.

As a result, a tower climber’s most valuable assets were experience and knowledge.

After Wang Wen had used up all the poison powder, he could not hold on for long. After all, he had only reached the 100th level. He could not ignore the bats’ attacks.

He could only try to avoid the bats and hang on without the poison powder. He went through the circular steps one by one, harvesting the boss monsters’ health. He held on until the sky was once again covered in bats. Only then, with a sad expression, did he kill the last two giant cockroaches.

He finished the Square Formation level and cleared the tenth floor.

The drone announced the reward points before proceeding to the next level. Wang Wen had received 217 hundred million points on his own.

It was equivalent to him killing 217 giant cockroaches.

Such a harvest finally made Wang Wen feel like his small wallet had recovered.

He would have to buy an optical computer to reward himself after leaving the tower.

Light and shadow swirled in front of his eyes.

With a joyful plan in his heart, Wang Wen entered the 11th floor.

His luck was not bad?—it was the speed chanism.

He had been in the Square Formation for too long; it was a good ti for exercise.

He took the opportunity to stretch his joints before the chanism was activated and then shot out like an arrow.

The speed chanism on the 100th floor needed the climber to run a distance of about one kiloter at the speed of a 100-ter sprint.

Those who were slightly weaker would be caught and killed by the chanism. They would not even have a chance to leave the tower in seconds.

It could be described as extrely dangerous.

But only in comparison.

It was a harmless and relaxing entertainnt segnt for those who were physically strong, had clear self-awareness, and were confident that they could run the entire distance without being caught by the chanism.

Those who did not know how to survive, those who were not skilled in chanisms, those who did not know how to decipher scientific codes, those who did not know how to use the ti-limited secret room, those who did not know how to use spiritual power, and those who did not know how to use illusions?—they would have a problem with that level.

Levels that could be cleared by running were too gentle.

Wang Wen liked all gentle things, and a gentle level was no exception.

After finishing the one-kiloter sprint, he swung his legs and panted heavily, sweating profusely.

He turned around to face the potentially lethal chanism that was still ten ters away. He smiled as he waved his hand and walked into the next floor.

He waited for the light and shadows in front of him to vanish like water.

Wang Wen was taken aback when he saw the scene on the 12th floor.

He was too lucky. It was the speed chanism again!

He wiped his sweat and shook his hands and feet as he took a deep breath.

He dashed out again as soon as the chanism was activated.

No one had expected that.

Wang Wen had practiced long-distance running every day. He was not like Cheng Qiaoyi, who would cry after running a few kiloters.

A re two kiloters in a row?

HMPH!

As Wang Wen ran, he still had ti to ridicule others in his mind.

He was not in a hurry to move on to the next level after finishing another kiloter. Instead, he paced in front of the door, trying to calm his breathing.

He hoped to experience the Survival in the Wild level quickly.

He wanted to take a bath, eat, and drink.

When he thought of the wonderful Survival in the Wild level, Wang Wen’s mouth felt dry.

He fantasized about the clear spring water and the fish and prawns. He calmly watched as the deadly chanism almost crashed into him. He only stepped into the next level then.

Light and shadow swirled.

Wang Wen wanted to cry but had no tears. He looked at the chanism behind him.

It was still the speed chanism on the 13th floor!

He felt a wave of nausea in his stomach.

It was as if he was pregnant.

He barely made it to the 14th level. What appeared in front of him was still the speed chanism.

Wang Wen began to control his speed. He no longer pursued a long lead. He ran forward at a pace similar to that of the speed chanism.

Even so, it was still much faster than regular jogging.

Furthermore, he had already completed three one-kiloter sprints before that.

The 15th floor..

Speed chanism…

In his previous life, he had never encountered the speed chanism five tis in a row.

The veins on Wang Wen’s forehead bulged.

He began to consider his physical strength and the necessity of leaving the tower ahead of ti.

The 16th floor…

Wang Wen vomited when he saw the familiar scene again.

His stomach, which had not even consud water, had nothing to vomit.

He vomited a few drops of bitter gastric juice and felt the sky and earth spin.

The 17th floor…

The man who had lived for two lifetis and thought his will was already unyielding hesitated for a mont after the end of the light and shadow, and he did not dare to open his eyes.

Then, he saw the scene in front of him.

It was the ti-limited secret room, which he had not seen in a long ti and had previously despised as dull and monotonous. At that mont, it seed so cute.

Wang Wen collapsed on the floor of the secret room.

He did not care if lying down after a long run would endanger his life.

He panted heavily.

He felt a piercing pain in his chest, along with a burning sensation. He could sll the blood in his throat with every breath.

He struggled to get up after lying down for a while.

He could gradually regain his strength, but he could not remain idle in the secret room. Almost every minute should be put to good use there. He might be buried alive if he were slow.

When the tower climbers reached the pinnacle of their unique abilities, they were awarded the master title.

There were, in fact, divisions within the master level.

Wang Wen, as an all-around tower climber, could essentially advance to the master level with each of his skills.

However, he could only advance to one level.

He was an entry-level master.

Similar to Cheng Qiaoyi’s achievents in the chanism techniques, even if it was twenty years ago, he could only be one level higher.

That level had a special na?—Broken Might master.

After reaching that level, the tower climbers believed they could see through most things.

It was not sothing that a typical beginner could compare to.

At the mont, Wang Wen was an all-rounder tower climber.

However, being an all-rounder also ant he was not proficient in anything. In terms of scientific decryption, he was only an entry-level master. Other than a Broken Might master in scientific decryption, no one could rest in the ti-limited secret room. Unless they did not want to clear the level and only waited to leave the tower.

Therefore, he had to hurry up and decipher the code.

Otherwise, the room would collapse.