Fourth Floor

Diavel was panting heavily, bracing his hands on his knees as he wiped the sweat from his forehead. At last, the Bull King boss before him had been taken down.

The other members of the raid party were exhausted as well.

Some had collapsed to the ground, unable to straighten their backs.

Others could barely hold on to their weapons, lying spread-eagled on the ground with their chests heaving as they gulped down fresh air.

Still others leaned against the stone pillars in the Boss room, resting where they stood.

The Bull King boss let out an unwilling roar before shattering into fragments. Its experience points split evenly into forty-eight streams and flew into the bodies of every player who had fought the boss.

Among them, one particularly thick stream of experience poured directly into Kirito's body.

That's right!

Kirito had stolen the kill again.

It was as though some invisible protagonist's halo kept letting Kirito claim the first clear.

Even Diavel's mouth twitched.

This boss had clearly been more dangerous than the previous one. Diavel had been unable to secure the kill by himself, so he had given the order: whoever got it, got it.

Yet in the end, Kirito had taken it again.

Diavel was on the verge of breaking down.

When the heavens fed you straight from the spoon, who could compete with that?

Diavel grabbed his hair with both hands, practically going mad.

Kirito felt a little embarrassed too. He hadn't expected the kill to be his again.

Including the boss on the first floor, he had already claimed two kills.

And their raid party had only cleared two floors in total.

Just then, a familiar voice rang out from the world announcement board.

Congratulations, player Tiger King! You have defeated the Fourth Floor Boss, Bell-Eyed