Chapter 18
<Bad Ending Maker Episode18>
Rabo killed the trio five times and revived them five times.
“3,800 plus 1,900 plus 950 plus 475 plus 237.5… Ugh, this is confusing. Oasis, how much is it?”
Oasis, standing beside him with a dark expression, answered.
“…7,362.5.”
In Wings Online, decimal values are rounded up, so it’s 7,363.
He had taken almost all of the trio’s infamy points.
Rabo opened his status window to check his current infamy points.
Infamy: 11,743
“Piece of cake~ farming infamy.”
Feeling pleased, Rabo smirked and looked at the three crouching in front of him.
“Thanks, friends! Thanks to you, I easily raised my infamy~.”
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
After dying five times in a row, the three party members were too stunned to speak.
The shield warrior, who had been sitting with his mouth slightly open in a daze, muttered softly.
“Why… why go this far…?”
“Huh?”
“Was it really necessary… to go this far…?”
PK in Wings Online serves no purpose.
Even if you die from PK, you don’t lose items or gold, and the experience loss is minimal. It just feels bad.
It’s not worth infiltrating a party with a healer and forcing repeated revivals just to kill them again—such a hassle for no real gain.
“Even if you PK… all you get is infamy points… which are completely useless…”
These ordinary players had no way of knowing certain professions required those infamy points.
“I don’t have any hard feelings toward you guys,” Rabo said with a playful shrug. “Just needed some infamy points, that’s all.”
Rabo patted their shoulders as they stared at him blankly. “Still learned a good lesson, though. Right?”
“Huh?”
Rabo moved behind Oasis and shoved his hands under Oasis’s armpits. With a grunt, he hoisted him up like a puppy.
“Don’t steal other people’s healers!”
“…….”
Oasis flailed briefly before going limp and hanging his head low. “I’m sorry…,” he mumbled, face filled with shame.
“…….”
The trio remained silent as they stared at Oasis. He’d seemed so meek and gentle—who knew he’d partner with someone so terrifying?
‘No wonder they operate in Undertown…’
Anyone registered in that lawless city was bound to be a villain in some way.
They’d trusted him too easily just because he was a healing priest. That mistake had doomed them.
“Alright! Sucked up all your infamy~ Time to go!” Rabo waved breezily and turned away. “See you in Undertown, newbies~ Keep stacking that infamy! I’ll be back to drain it again!”
Cradling Oasis like a puppy, Rabo skipped off humming into the fog. Oasis glanced back mournfully one last time before being pulled out of sight.
“…….”
“…….”
“…….”
The shield warrior, archer, and mage stood silently for a while, unable to speak.
Due to the stacked death penalties, they couldn’t move easily for some time.
The shield warrior finally spoke up after staring blankly at their plummeting infamy score.
"...Hey."
"...Yeah?"
"...Should we just leave Undertown?"
The mage and archer stared at the shield warrior with hollow eyes.
"This doesn’t seem like a place where we can survive just by doing PVP..."
"..."
"..."
"Let’s just return to Snow White and play the game normally..."
The shield warrior slowly turned his gaze toward where Labo and Oasis had vanished.
"Seriously..."
He shuddered, recalling Labo’s face—the face of someone who’d killed and revived them repeatedly without blinking.
"...That bastard was like a devil."
When Labo’s infamy surpassed 10,000, his Demon King level rose again.
He cheerfully opened his status window.
Demon King: Current Lv3
– Infamy 1,000
Lv1 Unlock: Attack power increases by 0.1% of infamy score.
Current Attack Boost: 12
– Infamy 3,000
Lv2 Unlock: HP increases by 1% of infamy score.
Current HP Boost: 117
– Infamy 10,000
Lv3 Unlock: Magic defense increases by 0.05% of infamy score.
Current Magic Defense Boost: 6
For the magic-stat-locked Dark Knight class, this Lv3 perk was a godsend. Reaching Demon King Lv3 would be critical against archmages. Though modest now, these boosts would become vital at higher levels.
"Nice, nice~."
Labo closed the window, only to notice Oasis crouching nearby like a wilted flower.
"Ugh..."
Oasis’s small face looked gaunt, his shoulders slumped in misery.
"Hey! Why the long face?"
Labo plopped down and roughly tousled Oasis’s hair. The boy didn’t react.
"They... trusted me... Ugh..."
"Undertown’s full of infamy players! They’re all scum. Trusting strangers here is idiotic."
"But they trusted me... I betrayed them... They begged to die, but I revived them again... Ughhh!"
As Oasis clutched his head, Labo gave his shoulder a firm pat.
"Listen, Oasis. As my partner—no, my right-hand—you’ll need to do worse than this."
"Worse?!"
"Obviously. You think ending the world’s some noble quest? It’ll be filthy. Messy. By then, betrayals like today will feel like kid stuff."
Oasis trembled like a leaf.
"But they gave me a Unique item..."
"Just level 50 trash. Anything below max-tier is disposable."
"Still..."
Oasis gripped his staff tighter. Labo snapped his fingers.
"Show me the stats."
Scepter of the Desert King
– Grade: Unique
– Item Level: 50
– Durability: 25/25
– Damage: 100-250
– Intelligence +20, Magic Power +20
– Wisdom of the Desert King: All magic effects +10%
– Thrift of the Desert King: All magic costs -10%
A staff imbued with the authority of Sili Khan. Symbolizes desert sovereignty.
"Whoa! The ‘Authority’ series!" Labo whistled. "This was the mage meta in Season 1. Outclassed Epics and Legendaries back then."
"They gave you this? They must’ve really—"
He stopped. Oasis’s eyes had welled up again.
"...They were kind people..."
"Stop crying! It’s obsolete now—five-year-old relic!"
Technically, Labo mused, this could carry him to level 70. Maybe 90 with enhancements...
"Ahem! Anyway, I’m logging off. You hit 50?"
"Yes."
"Good. Get your second job quest. Run ‘Fallen Desert Palace’ a few times. Make new ‘friends’."
Labo waved as his body began fading.
"Remember—innocent parties only while I’m gone~."
Oasis stood alone, fishing rod in hand.
"...First," he muttered, "I need to recover mentally."
Betraying kind players stung, even for his revered master.
It’s just a game. Just helping Master...
As he trudged to Undertown’s sewers, a voice stopped him:
"Excuse me... Are you a priest?"
Three low-level players bowed eagerly.
"We need a healer for our second job dungeon..."
Oasis sighed, swallowing bitter tears.
"Are you... really sure?"
"Of course! We’re the ones asking!"
He forced a smile, staff materializing in hand.
"Before we go... Just curious."
"Yes?"
"What’s your infamy score?"
