Chapter 10: Connection Lost!

Chapter 10: Connection Lost!

A pop-up notification screamed: Connection Lost!

Colloquially known as the Six-Word Mantra, this infamous Dnf mechanism strikes when players are about to loot rare drops or finish critical dungeon runs. The result? Forced disconnection. Pure rage-inducing agony.

Chen Mo couldn't help but twitch at the screen. Dammit! He’d been too busy showing off and forgotten—this was the early 60s version patch period. The Six-Word Mantra haunted every corner of Arad.

One failed dungeon run meant wasted experience. Total blood loss!

"Crap, old Wang, are you cursed? I wasn’t lagging at all until you came back!" Chen Mo grumbled.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Old Mo, you should’ve been a White House spokesperson—you’re a master of blame! If I caused it, why’d you disconnect while I—" Wang Lei froze mid-sentence, eyes widening. "Wait, did I just... drop too?"

Chen Mo clapped a hand on his shoulder, barely hiding his smirk. "Caught red-handed! Evidence stack complete. Any last words, big black potato?"

Wang Lei: "..."

While bickering, both reconnected. Within minutes, they were back in-game.

"Old Wang, wait a sec. Let me hit level sixteen first—we’ll tackle Perplexity Tower together."

"Sure thing."

Wang Lei had always wondered how Chen Mo soloed the Zombie King without a scratch. Now, watching Chen Mo re-enter the Zombie King dungeon, curiosity burned brighter.

First room—Triple Slash! Blade Soul! Mountain Splitter!

Like clockwork, Chen Mo cleared the chamber in fifteen seconds, his Sharpened Longsword crackling with holy energy.

"Whoa! Electrified weapon?" Wang Lei gasped. "Is that a Legacy Weapon?"

"Advanced class. Check the stats." Chen Mo highlighted the blade.

[Sharpened Longsword - Lv.12]
Rarity: Advanced
Category: Katana
Atk +102
Matk +111
Str +3
Int +5
Cast Speed +4%
Light Attribute Attack
Crit Rate +2%

Wang Lei’s jaw dropped. "Blue weapon with attribute attack?! I thought only Rare/Legacy/Relic tiers had those!"

"Found a deep web deal. Total zombie-slaying bargain."

"Man, your guts rival your brain! Feels like I’ve been playing with my eyes closed all these years."

"Hey, I feel the same!" Chen Mo chuckled.

After their banter, Chen Mo advanced. Crescent Wave! Mountain Splitter! Silver Falling Blade!

Dancing through mobs like a katana virtuoso, he cleared room after room. Within three minutes—zero hits taken—he stood before the boss chamber.

Rating:
Aggro Control 97%!
Technique 95%!
Hits Taken: 0!
S-Rank Achieved!

"Bro, what the hell?!" Wang Lei exploded. "You’re already hitting Ye Yu Shengfan-tier play?!"

Chen Mo smirked. "C’mon, sixteen-year-old body soloing a level 14? Basic mobility. You’ve got this too, right?"

"Me? Uh..."

As Chen Mo entered the Dark Thunderpeal Ruins boss room, the map gods struck—no safe corner terrain. True to form.

Boss Bone Coffin surged forward with a swarm. Chen Mo backstepped, Triple Slashing clear, then—Blade Soul! The red sigil erupted under the horde. While minions charged, Bone Coffin lagged behind—slow boss AI.

Opportunity! Crescent Wave! Mountain Splitter! Backstep! Cross Slash! Xxx!

Chen Mo’s blade became a silver vortex. Auto-attacks chained seamlessly, each strike draining life while monsters whiffed helplessly. Within moments, the room lay silent. Bone Coffin bled half-dry.

Wang Lei’s pupils dilated. "What trickery is this?! How are you auto-attacking rooted in place?!"

"Simple. Sync directional inputs opposite your attack rhythm while holding ground." Chen Mo demonstrated.

"Brain says 'got it'—hands say 'hell no!'" Wang Lei groaned. "You’re learning faster than game updates!"

"Didn’t learn it. Figured it out mid-fight."

"Seriously?!"

Thank you to Notepadgod and Paintbrushmaster for their 500-point donations. Two generous gifts in one day—Chen Mo felt like hatching a dragonborn.

(End of Chapter)

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