Lance’s cultivation had already surged to the 6th Stage of the Planetary Realm after just a single hour of practice. Both his Divine Soul and Martial Dao realms were even higher, reaching the 7th Stage. His combat threshold had undergone a qualitative leap as well.
The primary catalyst for such a terrifying advancent was the sheer frequency of his deaths; he had been systematically obliterated over and over while battling cosmic powerhouses within The Virtual Universe.
Unfortunately, because each death forced him to find a new opponent from scratch, a significant amount of ti was wasted. Despite this, his Attribute Point gain—which had started at 300 billion per hour—had skyrocketed to a staggering one trillion!
One trillion points. At this rate, Lance estimated that instead of the day-and-a-half he had originally projected, it would take him at most ten hours to boost his CON to ten trillion. Once he hit that mark, his Physical Body Realm would break through to the 1st Stage of the Stellar Realm.
"Ten hours. That’s not long at all. In fact, it's perfect—my Reconstruction Quota should be refreshing by then!"
"When that happens, the Reconstruction Quota will jump to eight charges! I’ll be able to push my realms even further!"
A slight smirk played on Lance’s lips at the thought. Without further hesitation, he dove back into The Virtual Universe.
"Teleport to The Duel Arena!" Lance commanded the system.
[Instruction received!]
As the words left his lips, his form flickered and vanished from his spot.
When he rematerialized, Lance stood within The Preparation Zone of The Duel Arena. A massive screen manifested before him, displaying dozens of icons like Random Matchmaking, Arena Trial, and various others.
The Duel Arena differed from the Powerhouse Ranking. Here, one could choose any opponent to fight. So matches were free, while others required a buy-in fee—if you won, you received double your money back. It was essentially gambling.
For Lance, such a wager was a guaranteed loss. He was there specifically to die as quickly as possible and had no intention of actually trying to win. Naturally, he wasn't about to throw money away for nothing.
Furthermore, Lance had zero interest in these one-on-one duels. His true target was The Infinite Resurrection Arena.
In The Infinite Resurrection Arena, dozens, hundreds, or even—in the largest venues—hundreds of millions of experts fought simultaneously. Death was not the end; combatants could respawn directly. While the respawn wasn't instantaneous, the efficiency was leagues beyond the slow pace of one-on-one matches.
If not for this specific mode, Lance would never have been able to reach his current level so quickly.
Naturally, entry into The Infinite Resurrection Arena required a fee. The fighter with the highest kill count claid half of the total pot, while the remaining top ten split the other half.
Lance didn't care about the cost. These ager sums were nothing to him now, especially since he had already seized the top spot on the Galactic Realm rankings! That feat alone had netted him ten God-King Coins.
To claim that rank, he had used his Destruction Power for the first ti. After all, the previous rank-one holder of the Galactic Realm possessed a terrifying strength equivalent to the 7th or 8th Stage of the Star Sea Realm. It was only after Lance reached the 7th Stage and unleashed the power of Destruction that he managed to narrowly clinch the victory.
Ten God-King Coins was an astronomical fortune at his current level—virtually infinite for his needs. He couldn't spend it all if he tried, unless he felt like being bored enough to buy 13th-Tier Weapons to give away as party favors. Even then, ten God-King Coins could purchase ten standard 13th-Tier Weapons.
After scrolling through the options, Lance quickly locked onto his target.
"Three hundred million participants? You'll do."
Lance's smirk widened. He paid the entry fee of a few low-grade Cosmic Coins and selected a Universal Class Infinite Resurrection Arena. His opponents would all be at the Universal Class level.
His logic was simple: higher-level opponents ant a faster death.
[Ding! Universal Class Infinite Resurrection Arena selected. Entry Requirent: Must be below the 8th Stage of the Universal Class! Comncing teleportation!]
The Virtual Universe’s notification chid in his mind, and Lance’s smile grew.
Being below the 8th Stage was a hard cap, but there was no lower limit. Technically, even a Bronze Tier could enter if they were willing to pay the fee. Nobody cared if you wanted to commit suicide, but higher levels were barred to maintain balance; otherwise, it would be a slaughterhouse for the lower tiers.
Consequently, these arenas capped at the 8th Stage were almost entirely populated by 8th Stage Universal Class experts. Those below that level accounted for less than ten percent of the population. No one ca here just to be a punching bag.
Except for geniuses, super-geniuses... and a certain death-seeker nad Lance.
Lance’s body dissolved into a stream of virtual data and vanished. When he reappeared, he was standing on a colossal stage.
The entire sky shook with the thunderous roars of combat. The battle was already in full swing, and terrifying shockwaves rippled in every direction.
Lance was a mid-match entry, which was allowed since the ranking was based on total kills. Entering late ant accepting that others might have already slaughtered millions—or even billions—of their peers. The system welcod latecors; they were just more "money" for the eventual winners. If soone was confident enough to enter late and still climb the rankings, no one was going to stop them from handicapping themselves.
Fortunately, Lance was granted three seconds of invincibility upon entry. Without it, he would have been vaporized instantly. He took a quick look around.
The sky was dense with countless experts locked in a frenzied lee. Every single second, hundreds of thousands of Universal Class powerhouses were being obliterated.
Fortunately, the arena’s construction was terrifyingly durable; not even a Domain Lord could damage it. Otherwise, the entire stage would have been pulverized in an instant.
At the sa ti, the combat space spanned a diater of a re light-year. While a light-year might sound vast to anyone else, it was claustrophobic for powerhouses of the Universal Class—hardly enough room for them to truly stretch their limbs.
Cramming three hundred million Universal Class combatants into such a space was like trying to stuff twenty people into a tiny shuttle. They could fit, but it was a suffocating, overcrowded squeeze.
BOOM!
Before Lance could even take in his surroundings, the protection tir expired. In the next heartbeat, a stray blast pulverized him into a mist of blood, erasing him into nothingness.
An instant later, Lance reford at another location.
BOOM!
Another shockwave rippled through the air, and Lance t his end once again.
From then on, Lance was trapped in a relentless, frantic cycle of death. In the span of a single second, he was killed over a hundred tis. Yet, the Virtual Universe’s terrifying restoration capabilities resurrected him the very instant he fell.
[Ding... Congratulations! You have been resurrected from the brink of death! CON 3,000,000! Soul 3,000,000!]
[Ding... Congratulations! You have been resurrected from the brink of death! CON 3,000,000! Soul 3,000,000!]
[Ding... Congratulations! You have been resurrected from the brink of death! CON 3,000,000! Soul 3,000,000!]
[Ding... Congratulations! You have been resurrected from the brink of death! CON 3,000,000! Soul 3,000,000!]
......
......
A barrage of system alerts echoed through Lance’s mind.
So might think three million was a drop in the bucket compared to Lance’s trillion-point requirents, but that was the gain from just a single resurrection. Currently, Lance was resurrecting a hundred tis a second. That ant three hundred million points per second!
At three hundred million a second, he was raking in eighteen billion every minute. In a single hour, that figure reached a staggering 1.08 trillion!
A full trillion points in one hour!
Moreover, the gains here boosted both his Soul and his physical body simultaneously. At this rate, it would take only nine more hours for his cultivation to completely break through to the Stellar Class.
With that thought in mind, Lance sat cross-legged in the void. It took him several hundred deaths just to successfully complete that one simple movent, but once he was settled, he didn't need to move again. Each ti he died, the system would reset him to his state imdiately prior to death.
Thus, an absurd sight unfolded across the arena: over three hundred million Universal Class powerhouses were locked in a frenzied, bloody slaughter, while a lone youth sat amidst the chaos as if watching a play. His position shifted rapidly across the battlefield only because he was being killed and respawned in different spots every millisecond.
Many experts quickly noticed Lance’s bizarre behavior, but they only spared him a disdainful sneer, dismissing him as a lunatic. Even with ninety-nine percent of the pain sensory input blocked in the Infinite Resurrection Arena, that final one percent was still a harrowing experience.
Under the pressure of such high-frequency death and rebirth, even these Universal Class warriors struggled to keep their composure. They attacked with increased ferocity, hoping that by killing others faster, they could slow their own rate of death.
The reality, however, was that as everyone fought harder to survive, the scale of destruction only intensified. The death rate didn't drop for anyone; almost every participant hit the limit of a hundred resurrections per second. Only a handful of truly elite fighters managed to reduce their death count by a few dozen per second, but without exception, no one survived for longer than a heartbeat. This was a three-hundred-million-man free-for-all, after all.
Lance ignored their stares and focused entirely on his rapid-fire grinding.
One hour bled into the next. Every sixty minutes, Lance’s strength surged by another trillion points.
[Ding... Congratulations! Your CON and Soul have increased to 1.28 Trillion! Realm promoted to: Planetary Realm, 8th Stage!]
[Ding... Congratulations! Your CON and Soul have increased to 2.56 Trillion! Realm promoted to: Planetary Realm, 9th Stage!]
[Ding... Congratulations! Your CON and Soul have increased to 5.12 Trillion! Realm promoted to: Planetary Realm, 10th Stage!]
......
......
Lance’s realm rapidly climbed toward the peak of the Planetary Realm, a level of power that was already formidable. Still, he didn't stop, continuing to wait for death to claim him over and over again.
Finally, eight hours passed. Lance’s CON and Soul stats had reached a terrifying nine trillion!
[Notification: This slaughter session has ended. The top ten survivors will receive the total Prize Pool funds! Comncing teleportation!]
The prompt rang in Lance’s mind, and he was instantly swept away in a beam of light. When he opened his eyes, he was back in the main combat hub.
"Well, there goes one Cosmic Coin’s worth of cultivation ti," Lance muttered, feeling a bit helpless.
He didn't dwell on it. There were countless combat zones like this in the Virtual Universe. Without hesitation, he searched for another one.
[System: You have selected the Infinite Resurrection Arena: Universal Class (3rd Rank) Duel Arena. Current participants: 1.4 billion! Comncing teleportation!]
With a flash of light, Lance vanished and reappeared in a familiar Duel Arena. This ti, however, the sheer number of people was significantly higher than the previous three-hundred-million-man session.
"Let’s keep going," Lance said with a small smile, finding a comfortable position to wait for his next death.
BOOM!
An instant later, a stray shockwave from the surrounding chaos reduced Lance to nothingness. The cycle of infinite resurrection began once more.
[Ding... Congratulations! You have been resurrected from the brink of death! CON 3,000,000! Soul 3,000,000!]
[Ding... Congratulations! You have been resurrected from the brink of death! CON 3,000,000! Soul 3,000,000!]
[Ding... Congratulations! You have been resurrected from the brink of death! CON 3,000,000! Soul 3,000,000!]
......
......
The system alerts chid rhythmically in his head. After another hour of constant noise, Lance’s CON finally broke through the ten-trillion mark.
[Ding... Congratulations! Your realm has successfully ascended to: Stellar Realm, 1st Stage! Unlocked: Undying God-Body (Next Phase)!]
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