Breaking Cocoon into Butterfly had trained in martial arts since childhood. Starting at the age of three, right up until joining the survival game, she never missed a single morning practice session—even when sick or unwell, she’d still be there, holding handstands or stretching her ligaments.
Physically, she had almost no weaknesses: strength, agility, flexibility, stamina—all were excellent. Though in Dongfang Yuan’s eyes, some of her moves were unnecessary, pure wasted effort.
But among all the current players, she was undoubtedly one of the top-tier fighters. Taking down a single King Kong Ape might not be lightning-fast, but ten in a row? Breaking Cocoon into Butterfly didn’t slow down at all! Her condition was impeccable. Forget about rigid, formulaic movements—hers were just plain effective! Even Qi Xu was envious. The way she managed her stamina and coordinated her breathing was simply unmatched.
Breaking Cocoon into Butterfly had no intention of stopping. If she could still fight, she’d take on more, easing the pressure on her teammates behind her.
But when she faced the 16th King Kong Ape, exhaustion finally caught up. A fraction too slow on the turn, and she was struck hard enough to cough up blood.
Gathering herself, she was about to push for one more when suddenly, she felt her body withdraw from the battle uncontrollably.
It took her a moment to realize—oh right, she was a puppet.
They were already on the sixth level, and it suddenly hit her: this dungeon had assigned different roles...
Mostly because their leader didn’t act like one, always charging at the front lines with everyone else, never once issuing a command to control the "puppets."
The one time it happened was out of concern for her safety... Breaking Cocoon into Butterfly felt a warmth in her chest.
"Your face is pale, and you still want to tough it out? Wait till we get back—Sister Cut You’s gonna have a word with you."
"Okay..."
Too tired to speak, Breaking Cocoon into Butterfly understood perfectly.
Next up was Lala. Against opponents of similar strength, she was in her comfort zone.
Both sides lacked some flexibility, but Lala, wielding her pink chainsaw, was in her element—hacking and smashing wildly. Still, her inexperience showed. She wasn’t as calculated as Breaking Cocoon into Butterfly.
By the 13th King Kong Ape, she was barely holding on. The pink chainsaw was heavy, and the intense, rapid combat drained her stamina fast.
Qi Xu seized the moment to call her down. No need to overexert—from the looks of it, they could probably tackle another level after this one, so he didn’t want anyone triggering the Undying Warrior state prematurely.
The third to step up was Fortune God's Only Daughter. The kid clutched her pant legs nervously, looking uneasy.
Damn, why were her teammates so strong? Watch Me Cut You Down and Invincible Black Whirlwind were one thing, but Breaking Cocoon into Butterfly and Lala were practically top-tier in their division. Was Zone 666 cursed? Had all the powerhouses gathered here? But then, how did the weaklings like the Useless Ball Balls get assigned? Weird.
Fortune God's Only Daughter suddenly felt the title of "Weakest Ability User" settling firmly on her shoulders again.
"Don’t you dare follow Breaking Cocoon into Butterfly and Lala’s example. Ten monsters max—not one more. I swear, if you guys leave none for me by the time it’s my turn..."
Fortune God's Only Daughter muttered "Troublesome" under her breath but inwardly sighed in relief.
Realistically, ten was probably her limit. But with her two teammates overachieving, holding back would just highlight how weak she was...
At least she had an excuse now. Invincible Black Whirlwind wasn’t so bad—knew how to read the room.
She didn’t use the chainsaw. Unfamiliar, uncomfortable, and most importantly—way too big. The long, vertical chainsaw in her right hand stood taller than her.
And so heavy...
The moment she strapped it on and tried to move, she immediately ditched it.
"Your weapon’s kinda mid, ngl. Lacks quality. No need for it anyway—these puny King Kong Apes? Easy pickings barehanded."
The words sounded cool, but they were gritted out through clenched teeth. The team mentally ran through every tragic memory to keep from laughing.
Fortune God's Only Daughter tried to play it off like the kills were effortless, but her shortcomings were glaring. She couldn’t deal much real damage to the apes, though she was nimble enough to avoid their hits.
Still, in a drawn-out fight, she’d be the one at a disadvantage.
After nearly an hour, she barely scraped by with ten kills. No matter how much she tried to act unbothered, her heaving chest gave her away completely.
By now, Qi Xu had pieced it together: ability users weren’t invincible. At this stage, their power had limits.
Fortune God's Only Daughter was still in a child’s body. Three months of experience, no matter how rich, couldn’t catapult her to absurd heights overnight.
Her starting point was far lower than an average adult’s. The thought softened Qi Xu’s gaze slightly.
"Get your butt down here already. Leave some for the rest of us, huh? Wanna solo the whole damn horde? If you hog ‘em all, what’re we supposed to do?"
Qi Xu side-eyed Sister Cut You beside him. No matter how rough the words, the concern in his eyes was unmistakable. No wonder they said Northeasterners doted on kids—must be in their DNA.
Though there were exceptions. Sister Cut You’s master, that bastard, was also from the Northeast... If Qi Xu ever ran into him in the survival game, he swore he’d give the guy a few chainsaw swings—straight to the grave.
Fortune God's Only Daughter was truly at her limit. Seeing the out, she dusted off her clothes with exaggerated nonchalance. "Fine, whatever. Not a big deal. Was gonna take out another ten or twenty, but..."
The bravado barely left her lips before her legs buckled, nearly sending her to her knees.
Ballpoint Pen immediately reached out, pulling her up mid-air for a high-five, then crushing her in a hug to let her catch her breath.
"Don’t worry, I’ll give it my all."
Then she strode forward, cool as ever.
Lala dug out a tiny pink bunny chair from her backpack and plopped Fortune God's Only Daughter onto it. "Take a break, kid!"
Fortune God's Only Daughter couldn’t hold back anymore. Tiny pearls of tears welled up...
She’d been so anxious about how to explain herself, terrified someone would ask, "Why are you crying?"
Luckily, no one pried. No one even looked.
All eyes were glued to Ballpoint Pen at the center of the battle.
Compared to Fortune God's Only Daughter, Ballpoint Pen had even less combat skill—zero experience. Every King Kong Ape she killed was practically a trade of wounds.
She was fighting with sheer life force. No training, no technique. Decades of survival skills she’d honed were useless here...
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