Cloud Mist Mountain Range, inside a cave somewhere.
By now, Xia Ping had left the central region and hidden himself in a cave somewhere on the outskirts of the Cloud Mist Mountain Range. He had erased his aura and changed his appearance, so he figured no one would be able to find him for a while.
Beep, beep.
Just then, the system's voice rang out. "Congratulations, host. You angered the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Lord and gained five million Hate Points."
"You incited the hatred of students from all sides and gained five hundred thousand Hate Points."
After several notifications in a row, Xia Ping realized he had gained a total of five and a half million Hate Points this time. Added to what he had before, he now had more than six million—a huge fortune.
Still, he hadn't expected to gain so many Hate Points by angering the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Lord. After all, the Demon Lord didn't hate him to the point of wanting to fight to the death. He was merely disgusted with him, not even harboring any killing intent.
And yet that had earned him five million Hate Points. It was clear just how terrifying a big shot the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Lord was. Even a king-level expert probably couldn't compare.
But Xia Ping also felt incredibly lucky to have encountered a sealed Demon Lord. If the Demon Lord had been free and active, daring to anger him would have been pure suicide.
The system's notifications didn't end there. It continued, "Hate Points have reached one million. Congratulations, host. You have received a System Gift Pack."
"A gift pack? What is it?"
Xia Ping's heart stirred, and he immediately asked. He had always remembered that the system would provide a gift pack once his Hate Points reached one million, and