Battle Royale of the Sinners

The three ex-bandits were shot through the head, died instantly.

[*Ding* *Ding* Wow! Congrats young Padawan! You are quite efficient!]

[Here is your rewards, 10,000 years lifespan and a shopping pass!]

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**Status**

Name: Zhang Tong

Age: 16

Lifespan: 10,280 Years

Shopping Pass: 1

*Active Skill List*

[Time Stop] LV.1 EXP( 13/100 )

- Stop time and space flow in your current universe for 5 seconds.

Skill Cost: 10 years of the host lifespan.

Skill Restriction: Can only be used once per day. Skill resets at midnight.

[Firearms Creation] LV.1 EXP( 79/10,000 )

- Create any firearm or bullet of your choice.

- Handguns and handgun bullets can be created

Skill Cost:

- 1 year of the host lifespan per a handgun bullet

- 50 years of the host lifespan per a new handgun of your choice

Skill Restriction: Can only create one gun a day or one bullet a day. Skill resets at midnight.

*Passive Skill List*

[Plot Armor] Cannot be leveled up

- Immune to all natural disease, poisoning, and physical attacks.

- After the host become 20 years of age. The host shall be forced summoned back the Netherworld.

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Tong's gaze stopped at the EXP of his skills for a moment, then he closed the status menu. Tong didn't want to buy anything right now because he was saving all his lifespans to grind his active skill levels in the future.

The skill experience had a simple calculation system. Each time he used a skill, the EXP would increase by one. In addition, if he used a skill and that skill resulted in killing someone or the item he created ended up killing someone, the EXP would increase by ten.

Since coming to this world, Tong had used the [Time Stop] skill three times but one of the three was used to kill an otherworlder in the mission night.

As for [Firearms Creation], Tong created a handgun and 38 bullets. He spent four bullets to kill Yan Zheng and the three ex-bandits, resulting him having 79 EXP in total.

Seeing the slow rate growth of his skills, Tong planned to save up his lifespans for the future war while he would continue pumping out a bullet each day.

As for the gun and cannon manufacturing project he had in mind, it would have to be put on hold until Tong had a better operating headquarter or conquered a city to settle down, and made it his home ground.

If Tong started researching for the firearm technology now, the project would be at risk from being stolen by the native lords or other reincarnators. This village was not located on a strategic advantageous terrain, and it was hard to defend it efficiently.

[Now that all survivors have completed mission #17, I shall take my leave.]

[Please be informed, if you are goofing around and everyone else finished their mission but you …]

[You will get a surprise job like this again. Heheheh!]

[BYE BEEEEEE!]

'Damn it!'

Another dreadful feature of the system was revealed to Tong. If all otherworlders completed their missions but there was someone who hadn't taken a mission yet, the system would force a mission on the person.

This could spell a disaster to the latter person because he might be in an unprepared state or could be busy in the middle of something and the mission demanded him to do something urgent within a limited time, just like what Tong did.

Now Tong had an urge to complete his current two missions and eight more missions as soon as possible, so the system could no longer force him to do something that would ruin his grand schemes in the long run.

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The sudden death of Yan Zheng and three soldiers caused an uproar in the training camp.

The people here had never seen or learned about a gun before. Everything that just happened looked like magic from folklores or fairy-tales.

From the onlookers' point of view, Tong withstood all sword and spear strikes without lifting a finger.

Then Tong lifted up a black mysterious object out and it screamed a thunderous roar which killed Yan Zheng and the three soldiers instantly. It was like real magic.

Several commotions broke out in the crowd. The superstitious Taoist followers and weak-willed people knelt down and kowtowed to Tong, believing that Tong was a deity.

Another group was in a panic. Some were screaming in fear. Some lost their leg strength and collapsed on their butt. Some even peed their pants.

And the last minority was strong-will warriors. They were either ex-bandit leaders or ex-hunters. They had seen blood and had gone through life-and-death situation before, so they managed to control their emotion and remained calm.

…

Zhang Bao glanced at the corpse of Yan Zheng then swept his eyes to Tong with complicated emotion. Yan Zheng and Zhang Bao were friends for years.

But Zhang Bao knew Yan Zheng full well that he was untrustworthy, yet he recruited him because he needed manpower and his bandit subordinates.

With the sudden death of Yan Zheng, the ex-bandits which were recruited together with Yan Zheng might create a disturbance in Zhang Bao's camp.

But the disturbance that Zhang Bao expected didn't happen. The crowd was so scared of Tong that they couldn't speak a word.

Zhang Bao had a bitter smile on his face while looking at Tong. This nephew just trapped him and used his words to kill these four.

Meanwhile, Tong still stood firm. His face was solemn.

Tong swept his gazed through the shocked crowd. He laughed in his mind in satisfaction. Everything went according to his initial plan.

During the time Yan Zheng joined Zhang Bao, several bandits also followed him. Zhang Bao wanted manpower so he allowed it and put all of them under the leadership of Yan Zheng.

Tong was aware of the relationship between ex-bandit soldiers and Yan Zheng, so he cooked a plot.

Tong intentionally provoked the crowd, baited for one of those ex-bandit fishes to take action against him. If it doesn't work out, then he would use his gun to scare them or cancel his plan.

But his plan actually worked. Three of the fishes really took the bait.

Instead of just using bare hands, those three grabbed weapons and attempted to kill Tong, which exceeded what Tong hoped for.

He allowed the three to do as they please to demonstrate his immunity from all attacks to the crowd.

Then Tong asked Zhang Bao about the military punishments, so he could trap Zhang Bao by using his words as his decree to kill Yan Zheng and the others.

The moment Zhang Bao confirmed that the punishment was execution, Tong killed the four without waiting for Zhang Bao to twist his words to save their lives.

By killing the four of them this way, Tong had achieved four goals.

One, he got rid of the backstabber who would kill his uncle in the future.

Two, he got rid of the ringleader of the ex-bandits who would lead his comrade back to its old nature, plundering and killing innocent civilians. With the leader gone, Tong could convert the bandits into proper professional soldiers later as Cao Cao did in the history.

Three, he completed the annoying mission so he was safe from the system punishment for the time being.

And lastly, he managed to put a mental pressure to all soldiers in the camp and made it easier for Tong to discipline them.

Now what he had to do next was to either con all of them, making them all submit to Tong at once, or be a nice guy and disciplined them one step at a time.

After considering his remaining times before the war with the imperial forces and the available cards he had in his hand, Tong chose a bold approach.

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Tong raised his gun and pointed it upward to the sky. He shot his gun one more time.

*BANG*

The crowd jolted. They couldn't get used to the sound of a gunshot in a short period of time.

"Listen up you maggots. I know what you are thinking about."

"I have a confession to make."

Tong took a deep breath, then he spoke out in a firm and clear voice that could be heard throughout the camp.

"In the future, this country will face a calamity."

"There will be famines. There will be diseases that will kill hundreds of thousands of people."

"That is the fate of the land and no one can change it!"

"Things will get worse. The emperor will raise more taxes."

"The government officials will plunder their own citizens to fill their pockets."

The crowd was buzzed. Some of them were confused about what Tong had tried to tell them. Fortunetelling? Propaganda?

However, the superstitious crowd's eyes sparkled. They had a hobby and clear understanding about fortune telling, so it wasn't hard for them to understand what Tong tried to convince them.

"You have already witnessed my power!"

"I am an emissary of the gods, sending here from the world of the dead."

"They sent me here with a mission."

"The mission is to save all of you!"

"To save you from the cruel natures."

"To save you from the hands of crooked nobles."

"To make sure that all of you and your family will no longer be sleeping with an empty stomach."

"I can ensure you that you don't have to disgrace your parents by becoming a bandit again."

Tong paused to take another deep breath.

"I. AM. AN IMMORTAL!!"