Everyone Wants Me Dead: The Villain Lord's Survival Diary

Chapter 11 – Oh no! The NPC is stealing monsters from the Player!

"Shit, the BOSS is here!"

"Damn it, we can't hold on! Where's the protagonist? Get Ye Hao over here!"

"Quick, use Appraisal!"

Soon, a player risked their life to get close to Megil, cast Appraisal, took a screenshot, and posted it in the public chat, only to be surrounded and killed by several Town Guards.

[Name: Megil]

[Identity: Mayor of Morninglight Town, Guard Captain (Temporary)]

[Strength: Knight Level 11 (11-20)]

[Threat Level: Difficult]

[...]

"Level 11 Knight? That's ridiculous! We're mostly level two or three, how are we supposed to fight that?"

"We can't even see his skills and equipment, the level gap is too big."

No matter how much the players complained, Megil was already charging into them. Even without a horse, at this moment, he became one with his steed!

"Charge with me!"

Megil shouted, and the guards behind him followed his command closely, like a sharp sword piercing through the defenses the players had painstakingly built.

This battle was not only to defend Morninglight Town but also to secure his position as mayor. Megil's eyes were red, looking at the players as if they were his mortal enemies.

"Damn, why are you shouting so loud!"

"The BOSS is charging, dodge quickly!"

"Where the hell is Ye Hao? Where's the protagonist?"

With nearly a ten-level gap and the overwhelming difference in rank, Megil moved through the battlefield like a hot knife through butter. Even without using skills, players were getting wiped out just by brushing against him.

"Heroic Spirits! Gather behind me!"

Finally, after being called out countless times, Ye Hao, who had been hiding somewhere, finally appeared.

"Holy Shield Barrier!"

Ye Hao raised his sword and shouted, a soft white light enveloping him. A milky white shield appeared around him and the players within a ten-meter radius.

"Wow! The protagonist is awesome!"

"Brother Hao's skill is so cool! Those guards can't hurt me anymore!"

"When can we learn such flashy skills?"

...

Before the players could finish marveling, Ye Hao raised his longsword again, a smug smile on his face, and shouted loudly.

"Aura of Glory!"

"Buzz—"

Instantly, every corner of the battlefield was covered in blinding golden light, spreading from Ye Hao, turning him into a small sun.

"Wow! Damn, I'm blinded!"

"Today, I stared directly at the sun!"

"Is this really an Aura of Glory, or just a flashbang?"

...

This is the feeling of being the center of attention!

Ye Hao smiled, the golden light around him not staying bright for long, disappearing after two or three breaths, transforming into a ten-meter-wide golden ring at his feet.

Players within the aura instantly felt all their attributes enhanced, and their hearts filled with courage.

"Does this game feel so real when buffed? Even affecting emotions?"

"I feel the power!"

"Demacia!!"

"Shatter the darkness with thunder!"

...

The players, howling like banshees, began to sound the counterattack against Megil and the town guards.

With the help of Ye Hao's two enhancement skills, the gap between the players and the Town Guards began to narrow. The battle gradually shifted from a one-sided slaughter to an evenly matched fight, and as time passed, the scales of victory slowly tilted towards the players.

Players could consume experience points to revive continuously, fully restoring stamina upon revival, tireless and fearless of death.

The guards, however, were different. After fighting for so long, they were feeling exhausted. The mob in front of them, though weak, seemed endless.

Gradually, some Town Guards noticed something was wrong. They realized that a mob they had previously cut in half had somehow reappeared in front of them.

Shouting, "Your grandpa is back!"

"They're demons! Undying demons!"

A Town Guard shouted in terror.

"By Balda, what on earth are we fighting?!"

...

More and more Town Guards noticed the anomaly, realizing these mobs could revive, fear began to spread, and defeat ensued.

Once the first guard dropped his weapon and fled, it was like a fuse was lit, and large groups of Militia Guards began to flee in threes and fives.

"Cowards! You bunch of cowards! No deserting!"

Megil shouted angrily, his face red, but he couldn't stop the Town Guards from fleeing.

"We can't keep fighting like this."

Megil glanced warily at the knight among the players, glowing with effects, clearly not someone he could handle.

"I need to find My Lord; only with My Lord's help can we survive."

With this thought, Megil regrouped the remaining guards who hadn't fled.

"Everyone, follow my command, charge towards the Mayor's Estate, break through!"

Megil shouted, rallying his guards, his bulky body turning like a charging boar, knocking away any players in his path.

"Oh no, the BOSS is escaping!"

"Where are the mages? Cast Firewall! Cast Muddy Swamp! Cast Frost Shock!"

"Umm, can Mage Apprentices even learn those skills? We only have Fireball Spell, Waterball Spell, Wind Blade Spell, that's it."

"Warriors, go block him!"

"This AI is amazing, it knows how to run when it can't win?"

...

The two groups, one fleeing and one chasing, quickly reached the Mayor's Estate.

By now, Megil was in a sorry state, his exquisite armor soaked with a mix of sweat and blood, the lining sticking to his wool shirt, making him very uncomfortable.

"If only I had my horse."

Megil cursed inwardly. If he had his horse, he could use Knight Techniques, and these mobs wouldn't have trapped him like this.

These mobs, though weak, had an inexplicable number of mages. Under the bombardment of various low-level spells, even with armor protection, he was still injured, and only about ten guards remained around him.

In the players' eyes, Megil's health was down to twenty percent, the perfect range for a finishing move. Typically, a BOSS would enter a rage state at this point, unleashing all sorts of ultimate skills.

A group of players stood ready, on high alert.

"My Lor—ugh!"

Just as Megil was about to call for help from the Eaglehold Lord in the Mayor's Estate, a Fireball Spell hit him square in the face.

"Nice shot!"

"Interrupted his ultimate, brothers, charge!"

"Kill the BOSS, loot the gear!"

Players shouted various slogans as they charged at the weakened Megil and his guards.

And whenever Megil tried to speak, a Fireball Spell would accurately hit him in the face.

A cunning player stood at the back of the group, a sly smile on his face, a spinning fireball in his hand, ready to throw it whenever the BOSS tried to speak.

Back in his ARPG online gaming days, he was known as the man who could interrupt a BOSS's skill with precision, a basic operation.

"Radiant Cross Slash!"

A righteous shout came from behind the players, and a massive cross-shaped sword Qi flew out, striking the nearly defeated Megil, and continued to smash through a small house behind him.

Poor Megil never managed to call out the Lord's name or ride his horse before he died.

"Uh..."

"Damn, my first kill! Just a little more! Who's the idiot? (▼皿▼#)"

"This is outrageous! NPCs are stealing our kills!"

"So we fought hard for so long, got the BOSS down to a sliver of health, and the protagonist finished him off? Seems like he even used a big move?"

"Why is this so damn annoying! (╯‵□′)╯︵┴─┴"

...

"Ahem—"

Seeing the players' increasingly hostile looks, Ye Hao awkwardly coughed and quickly tried to smooth things over:

"Justice will always triumph over evil. Megil's end was his own doing. Thanks to all the Heroic Spirits for your help. The armor and weapons Megil left behind, as well as his accumulated wealth, will be your extra reward."

The players' expressions improved slightly. They had already gained a lot of equipment and experience from defeating the guards. The protagonist taking the first kill was probably necessary for the plot. As long as he didn't take the BOSS's loot, everything was fine.

"Yeah, the mayor's house must have a lot of good stuff. Let's go loot it."

"Let's go, let's go. Those guards were dirt poor, I haven't even seen this world's currency yet!"

...

"You slaughter my guards, kill my servants, and now you want to steal my money? You're running rampant in my territory, isn't that a bit too arrogant?"

Just as the players were about to enter the Mayor's Estate for a looting spree, a cold male voice, filled with anger, swept over them like a fierce wind in the dead of winter, sending chills down their spines.

They looked up in the direction of the voice, their confusion turning into shock and disbelief.