Chapter 47: The Tyrant's Heart, Just Kill the Damn Thing

Jeremy was still oblivious to the fact that Ritchie had gone to hold a memorial service for him.

At this moment, he was alone in the quiet ward.

Emma and Claire hadn't been resting well these past few days, and with a dungeon run scheduled for tomorrow, Jeremy had insisted they get some rest first.

Before leaving, Claire returned the equipment and items that had dropped from the Tyrant to Jeremy.

These included a piece of equipment, two items, and a 6th-tier energy crystal.

Among the items was a high-tier skill book.

Jeremy examined their attributes one by one.

[Equipment]: Tyrant's Armor

[Type]: Armor

[Grade]: Platinum

[Quality]: Purple (Rare)

[Attributes]: Strength +200, Stamina +200, Defense +1000, Damage Reduction 15%

[Skill]: Blood of the Tyrant (Active)

[Description]: Upon activation, strength and stamina are boosted by 20%. Recovers 1% of health and stamina every second for 3 minutes. Cooldown: 24 hours.

...

[Item]: Tyrant's Heart

[Type]: Material

[Quality]: Orange (Precious)

[Description]: The heart of a Tyrant, a precious material. High-tier alchemists and blacksmiths have a chance to refine it into a diamond-level item, imbuing it with some of the Tyrant's characteristics.

...

[Item]: High-tier Random Skill Book

[Quality]: Purple (Rare)

[Description]: Grants a random high-tier skill upon use.

[Tip]: Run 100 kilometers before use to obtain a super-tier utility skill.

...

Jeremy was somewhat surprised as he looked at the "Tyrant's Armor" and "Tyrant's Heart".

He hadn't expected, aside from the high-tier skill book, to gain such significant loot.

The "Tyrant's Armor" was rare platinum-grade equipment, offering extremely powerful attributes and skills that greatly enhance a player's defense and survival abilities.

The "Tyrant's Heart" was an extraordinary material, which, whether given to an alchemist or a blacksmith, had a high chance of producing a diamond-level item.

But for now, it was pointless to even consider it. High-level blacksmiths and alchemists, let alone now, were expected to be exceedingly rare even in the later stages of the game, according to Jeremy's estimation..

This was because leveling up in life professions relies not on experience, but on proficiency. Reaching a high level required a substantial investment of resources and wealth, something beyond the reach of average players.

Jeremy stored the "Tyrant's Heart" in his storage space and donned the Tyrant's Armor.

It was a full-body black armor adorned with some blood-red patterns, giving it a somewhat sinister and fierce appearance.

After putting it on, Jeremy's strength and stamina increased by 200 points, with his strength reaching 1832.

His stamina breaking through 1000 points to 1155.

Clenching his fists, he immediately felt a significant increase in his sense of security.

What remained was the high-tier skill book.

Guided by the Eye of Omniscience, this high-tier skill book could bestow a super-tier utility skill.

Jeremy was pleasantly surprised by the attributes of "Instant Teleportation."

The ability was stronger than he had anticipated.

He had thought teleportation would only cover a meter or two, but the range was actually 10 meters, and with only a 15-minute cooldown.

Now, "Instant Teleportation" was only a level 1 skill. When it reached its full level, the cooldown might reduce to under 5 minutes, and the range could expand several times over. By then, the skill's effect would undoubtedly become even more formidable!

Jeremy suppressed the excitement in his heart, ready to give it a try.

Conveniently, there was a funeral home nearby.

After approaching the funeral home, with a thought, Jeremy's figure instantly vanished from his original spot.

His vision blurred for a moment, and when it cleared, he found himself inside the mourning hall of the funeral home, somber and solemn requiems ringing in his ears.

Jeremy was taken aback.

So late and there was still a memorial service happening?

Before he could ponder further, a familiar voice reached his ears.

"Jeremy...You died so tragically..." Ritchie remained lying on the coffin, sobbing bitterly, occasionally sniffling, and did not notice Jeremy who appeared beside him.

Seeing Ritchie sprawled on the coffin, grief-stricken, Jeremy's expression stiffened. He had just spotted his own abstract "memorial photo."

This idiot...

Jeremy's fists clenched with a crackling sound, almost wishing he could toss Ritchie into the coffin and bury him.

Suddenly, Ritchie shivered.

"Why does it feel so chilly behind me?" He stopped crying, turning his tear-streaked face around.

Then, he saw Jeremy's face, livid with anger.

Ritchie froze for a moment, rubbed his eyes, making sure he wasn't seeing things.

"Ghost!!!" A high-pitched, ear-piercing scream immediately echoed throughout the entire funeral home.

Before Jeremy could even speak, Ritchie's eyes rolled back, and he fainted cleanly on the spot. He was actually scared into unconsciousness!

Jeremy's mouth twitched slightly, thinking to himself, this guy really is something else!

...

In the Moonlight Grace Hospital.

When Ritchie came to, dawn was breaking.

"Don't kill me, Jeremy!" With a cry of alarm, Ritchie leapt from the bed, ready to flee.

It was then he shockingly realized that,

he wasn't in a funeral home, but in a hospital.

Ritchie paused for a moment, then let out a long sigh of relief.

Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, he said, "So it was all just a dream, I knew it..."

Just then, the door to the ward suddenly opened.

Jeremy calmly said, "Let's go. It's time to leave."

Ritchie's face, just as he turned, instantly paled to an extreme degree.

His legs gave out, nearly causing him to kneel on the spot.

Ritchie wailed, "Jeremy, I know I was wrong. I won't tell anyone about you secretly training, nor will I mention you watching porn. Please, don't come after me again..."

Jeremy's breathing hitched, the murderous intent that had just settled flaring up once again.

Indeed, this damned thing should be killed. Keeping it around was just a curse.!

"What are you guys doing?" Emma and Claire, hearing the commotion, came over.

Looking at Ritchie, who was trembling all over on the ground, and then at Jeremy, who had already drawn his Blaze Knife, both were somewhat puzzled.