Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Swarm of Rats-Picking Up Attributes in Swallowed Star(Braised Pork Rice Bowl)

After giving instructions to the Nine-Tailed Phantom Fox, Luo Yuan began his journey home, allowing the Nine-Tailed White Fox to lead the phantom fox tribe to settle in County 0231. This would make it easier for him to collect attributes daily. This trip had been quite fruitful; not only had he advanced to the rank of War God, but his evasive footwork had reached perfection, the Ninefold Thunder Blade had ascended to the second level, and even his spiritual power had grown significantly—he was not far from the War God level.

Since breaking through to War God, Luo Yuan’s speed had reached the speed of sound, which made his return much swifter. When he arrived on the highway near County 0231, preparing to head toward the military base, he suddenly sensed a tremor behind him. He immediately released his spiritual power and saw a vast, dark swarm of monsters. Each beast was only about thirty centimeters long, slightly bigger than a human palm, but together they formed a tidal wave of creatures surging toward him. Behind this swarm, a large group of warriors fled in panic, shedding their burdens as they ran.

The dense tide of rats wasn’t infinite—it spanned the entire highway but stretched only a hundred meters or so. With each rat beast about thirty centimeters long, this rat tide comprised tens of thousands of monsters, a small-scale rat tide nonetheless. Even a warrior at the level of Commander could be swallowed and destroyed!

“A rat tide?” Luo Yuan frowned. The rat tide, also known as a rat disaster, was deadly—even a War God, if surrounded by an endless tide, would face certain death.

“Damn, I just got back and ran into something this dangerous.”

Without hesitation, Luo Yuan bolted, running at sonic speed and leaving the rat tide far behind. Racing down the highway, he spotted Luo Feng fleeing desperately and grabbed him, speeding away together.

“Boom! Boom!”

A deep blue, disc-shaped flying combat aircraft suddenly swooped in, spraying scorching flames onto the rat tide below. Under the thousand-degree heat, countless rat beasts caught fire and perished instantly, shattering the neat formation of the rat tide and sending them scattering in all directions.

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Luo Yuan and Luo Feng arrived at the martial artists’ supply base of the military district, where a crowd of warriors had gathered at the gate.

“Luo Feng, do you know what’s going on with this rat tide?” Luo Yuan asked.

“Uh, I’m not really sure. I just happened to run into it as soon as I got back,” Luo Feng replied awkwardly.

Luo Yuan took out his phone and opened the martial artists’ forum. The headline was about the rat tide, so he quickly clicked in.

“Today is destined to be a sorrowful day for the supply base. Many warriors out in the field lost their lives. Among the three War Gods who entered the wilderness today, one was surrounded by the endless rat tide, trapped in its vast ocean.

The rat tide attacked with reckless abandon and… killed a War God!

Yes, today, humanity lost a War God!

The rat tide included not only rat beasts of the soldier class, but also commander-level ones. Its leader was highly intelligent; once they targeted someone, they would stop at nothing. It’s said that during the struggle, the War God destroyed dozens of collapsing buildings, and the number of dead rat beasts was probably over a million.

Yet, for a rat tide numbering in the billions, a million dead rats was nothing.

And so… this War God fell!”

Reading the report, Luo Yuan twitched at the corner of his mouth. He had just become a War God, and now, on this very day, another had died—swarmed and killed by rats.

Thunder rolled across the sky, storm clouds billowed, and fierce winds swept the land. With a crack of lightning, torrential rain poured down.

On the rooftop of a row house at the supply base, Luo Yuan and Luo Feng sat beneath the eaves. Luo Feng seemed downcast, while Luo Yuan gazed absentmindedly at the sky.

“Brother Luo Yuan, do you think humanity can ever truly defeat the monsters?” Luo Feng suddenly asked.

“We can, as long as your strength is sufficient—strong enough to destroy countless lives with a single thought. Then these monsters are nothing but playthings in your hands,” Luo Yuan replied slowly. He had felt a bit smug after breaking through to War God, but then remembered that the vast universe was filled with countless hidden, powerful beings. In their eyes, even planetary-level experts like Hong were mere ants, let alone them.

“Luo Feng, I’ll leave the task of saving the world to you. Do your best!” With that, Luo Yuan headed upstairs to his bedroom.

Watching Luo Yuan’s somewhat lazy figure, Luo Feng was at a loss for words. Alone in the rain, he practiced the “Ninefold Thunder Blade,” his movements sharp and fierce, exuding a destructive aura. Upstairs, Luo Yuan continued collecting attribute points and blade proficiency with his spiritual power. Although his Ninefold Thunder Blade had reached the second level, every warrior’s insight differed—he could learn and become even stronger.

The next morning, the rain had stopped. In the eastern sky, a faint glow of dawn appeared. The chill of autumn and winter was biting in the early hours. Luo Feng was still outside practicing his sword, while Luo Yuan, wrapped in his blanket, turned over in bed.

“Thunder Blade proficiency +1”

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Luo Yuan suddenly awoke, sensing the new knowledge of Thunder Blade flashing through his mind. It was a move imbued with artistic conception—a new blade technique. Luo Feng was formidable; he had mastered a new blade move overnight. If protagonists are always extraordinary, then Luo Yuan decided he, too, would create a blade technique.

Every blade master has their own artistic conception. According to the “Ninefold Thunder Blade” manual, the higher the realm of blade techniques, the greater the heights one could reach.

In the afternoon, Luo Yuan and Luo Feng took the train to leave the supply base and return to Jiangnan Base City.

Yangzhou City, Bright Moon Community, Luo Yuan’s villa.

After a thorough shower, Luo Yuan, dressed in loose training clothes, sat in the second-floor media room watching the news. It showed scenes of War God Lu Gang’s battles—spectacular special effects, dazzling moves, and incredible flair. Luo Yuan felt regret; Lu Gang had perished in the rat tide before Luo Yuan could return, so he never got to witness the strength of other War Gods.

Luo Yuan’s current strength was 68,000 kilograms. The second level of the “Ninefold Thunder Blade” could amplify his power by 2.1 times, which meant he could unleash 142,800 kilograms of pure force, comparable to a mid-tier War God. Combined with perfect-level footwork and spiritual power controlling flying blades, he could exchange blows with a high-level War God.

One chilly morning, the temperature was especially low. The area around the “Hall of Heroes” funeral home in Jiangnan Base City was under strict lockdown, as many people would be coming today to mourn Senior Lu Gang.

The Fire Hammer Squad was gathered together, all dressed in black suits and holding small white flowers. Luo Yuan was among them; Gao Feng had called him over.

“There are so many people today,” Chen Gu couldn’t help but sigh.

There were warriors, family members, government officials, and ordinary citizens.

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