"Waldo, he really deserves to die!" Alfred’s face darkened upon reading Waldo’s reply. As the only level 4 challenger in the Dark Lands, he had his pride and lofty aspirations. He had thought that with his status, a word or two would easily deal with Waldo, thus earning him respect. Unexpectedly, Waldo, defying all reason, told him to get lost! How could he, a dignified level 4 challenger, accept such an insult?

This time, Alfred’s blood pressure rose in anger. Gritting his teeth, he said, "I can’t let Waldo off easily! Since he’s courting death, let him have it! I need to establish my authority! Waldo will be the example to others!"

With that, Alfred began to furiously track down Waldo’s whereabouts. As the first and only level 4 challenger, he could mobilize massive resources and gather extensive information with just a word. Before long, with the help of numerous other challengers, he pinpointed Chen Wang’s location.

"Let’s go, no matter what, I must capture Waldo this time. If he doesn’t die, I will not rest!" Alfred declared coldly, like a volcano ready to erupt. He left the safe house with an imposing air, accompanied by five other level 3 challengers.

This group of six represented the pinnacle of strength in the Dark Lands. Their joint action, unprecedented in the Dark Lands, was enough to cause significant ripples.

...

On the other hand, Waldo was unconcerned. "A level 4 challenger? Is that supposed to be impressive? As if I should be scared!" he scoffed internally. "What a joke. I’ve killed level 4 natives before; a mere level 4 challenger is nothing to fear."

With a cold snort in his heart, Waldo was filled with disdain.

Given his immense strength, Waldo simply couldn’t feel any psychological pressure from a level 4 challenger. His blunt response to Alfred, telling him to "get lost," wasn’t intentional or targeted. It was just a casual, offhand reply. But unexpectedly, it hit a nerve with Alfred, infuriating him to the point of vowing to kill Waldo at all costs.

"Bring it on, no matter how many come. I’m not afraid. Haha, they’re just bringing more super Source stones to me," Waldo chuckled lightly. Reflecting on this, he checked the number of super Source stones he possessed.

"Wow, I have 119 already!" he exclaimed in surprise. He had previously struggled to accumulate forty super Source stones, battling countless monsters for them. But now, in just a few days since becoming a level 3 challenger, he had nearly a hundred super Source stones.

"Scary, how killing and plundering is so much faster! I used to work so hard to gather super Source stones, and it was so slow. Now, over a hundred super Source stones have come to me so easily," Waldo shook his head in disbelief. But such a feat was only possible for him, given the short timeframe. For anyone else, facing level 4 monsters or natives, with their immense strength, would be an impossible task.

"Want to kill me? I advise you not to come. Otherwise, you’ll just end up giving me more super Source stones! End of story!" Waldo replied in the chat channel.

...

"Such arrogance!"

"Waldo is really going all out! He probably figures he’s doomed anyway, so why not be defiant to the end."

"He’s still provoking Alfred; looks like he really doesn’t want to live! Haha, I can already imagine Alfred’s face twisted in rage!"

"Breaking news! Alfred, along with five other major level 3 challengers, has set out to kill Waldo! Witnesses report they are furious and murderous, with no doubt that Waldo is doomed!"

"That jerk Waldo, today’s his last day!"

"Hehe, even if he somehow escapes Alfred’s hunt today, those two level 4 three-eyed natives will soon be back for him! Either way, Waldo’s as good as dead..."

...

Meanwhile, a level 2 challenger named Desert was nervously watching the chat channel. His face was pale, and he looked extremely anxious, as if fearful of something happening. Desert was small and thin, no taller than one and a half meters, resembling a monkey in stature. However, his face was clean and tender, with a somewhat effeminate aura.

"Come on, hurry up and find Waldo and kill him already! Why is it taking so long? Why hasn’t he been killed yet?" Desert’s eyes were glued to the chat channel, bloodshot with intense focus. He had never been so anxious before.

This was because he was one of Waldo’s hunting targets.

"I was just being a loudmouth back then. If I hadn’t spoken up, who would have known about my dealings with the three-eyed natives? Now, death is knocking at my door..." Desert’s heart was filled with panic, and he was restless. He hadn’t closed his eyes in a long time.

Ever since he learned that Waldo wasn’t dead and was hunting challengers, Desert had been in a state of chaos. Especially when he noticed that Waldo wasn’t too far away from him, he almost felt the breath of the Grim Reaper!

Thus, he had been hoping for Alfred, or the three-eyed natives, to appear and kill Waldo. However, a day had passed without any news. Alfred was still on his way, and there was no sign of the three-eyed natives.

"If this drags on, my situation will only become more dangerous!" Desert was on edge, his mind constantly tense and unable to rest. He was nearing his limit. It was torture!

"Damn it!" He regretted his foolishness deeply.

At that moment, he saw a message from Alfred in the chat channel. "We have reached the relevant area but have not found Waldo. If anyone knows Waldo’s exact location, please inform me immediately. There will be a generous reward! And if I find out anyone is deliberately hiding this information, don’t blame me for being harsh!"

Desert was overjoyed. "Finally, Alfred has arrived. Waldo can’t be arrogant anymore. He’s done for, haha!"

Then, Desert suddenly noticed Alfred’s location. Wasn’t it the same area where he was? Could it be... Waldo was nearby?