Max Level is 100? I Can Upgrade All skill s to Lv99999!-Chapter 50 --Trying to Steal My Kill? Not a Chance!

Chapter 50: Chapter50-Trying to Steal My Kill? Not a Chance!

That guy Rafro... was actually at 5-star peak?

Caelan narrowed his eyes and took another careful look at Rafro.

Looks like Violet Legion wasn’t entirely made up of trash.

Still, what they were doing was beyond disgusting—using other adventurers as cannon fodder was even more hateful than the monsters themselves.

Since I ran into you, all I can say is... your luck’s pretty bad.

Just then, Griffin walked over with a few members.

He swept his gaze across Caelan and said coldly,

"Alright, quit staring and line up. Your chance is here."

"See that man? He’s the vice commander of Violet Legion. If your performance catches his eye, you’ll be allowed to join Violet Legion!"

In the camp, aside from Caelan’s calm expression, every other adventurer looked deathly pale.

Walking out there to face that many monsters—how was that any different from suicide?

But if they resisted, the Violet Legion guys surrounding them were all 4-star or higher. They couldn’t win at all.

So they could only drag their feet and form a line.

"Today’s luck is absolute dogshit. We actually got caught by these bastards!"

"W—waaah... I don’t want to die! My mom’s waiting for me to go home for dinner!"

"If I make it out alive, I’m reporting Violet Legion to the Round Table Council. They’re clearly violating the human activity code!"

"Bro, stop thinking about that. We’re not making it back alive."

...

If you’re cannon fodder, you’d better understand what that means.

They complained, sure—but deep down, they’d already accepted their fate.

Caelan didn’t say anything. He simply followed the line and walked out of the camp with them.

The female assassin’s face was pale as paper, but she still chose to stay close to Caelan.

At the same time—

The monsters roaming the outer area clearly caught the scent of humans.

Any "mob" that could survive on floor 55 was already elite-grade in strength.

In that instant, countless monsters let out excited roars.

The "fodder" adventurers’ legs were shaking so hard they nearly buckled. Instinctively, they tried to retreat—

Only to see Violet Legion members behind them had already drawn their weapons.

Holy shit. These people weren’t even pretending to be human anymore.

Then Griffin’s icy voice rang out behind the cannon fodder.

"Listen carefully. This is your opportunity—don’t waste it."

"Charge now. Show some courage. Stop acting like cowards every damn day—like a bunch of worthless trash!"

"As long as you kill the monsters, all the loot is yours. Violet Legion has shown the utmost sincerity."

"But if anyone dares take one step back—don’t blame us for being ruthless!"

At this point, whether the cannon fodder wanted it or not, their fate was already sealed.

And then—

A figure suddenly dashed out on his own initiative!

Sword in hand, he wove through the monster swarm with effortless agility, casual as if he were taking a stroll.

Yet every time the blade swung, a monster’s head was cleanly severed with pinpoint precision.

Pff! Pff! Pff!

A spray of blood splattered across the ground—

But not a single stain remained.

The earth here was strange, as if it had an instinctive hunger for blood.

So much blood erupted, yet within a few breaths, it all vanished without a trace!

Caelan even swapped weapons, pulling out [Boneforge Bloodsword] to test the feel.

At the same time, the [Sacred Armor] on his body steadily continued to take effect.

[Elite kill: Max HP +10]

[Elite kill: Max HP +10]

...

In just a few breaths, Caelan’s maximum HP had already increased by several hundred.

The speed wasn’t exactly fast—but the important part was that it could stack infinitely!

Watching his HP bar grow thicker little by little, Caelan only got more excited as he farmed.

In the distance, Griffin’s eyes widened in shock when he saw it.

"We hit the jackpot—there’s a monster like this among the fodder?"

"If he keeps it up, don’t we basically get a free win? All this gear and material... we’re gonna make a killing!"

One of his lackeys, startled, blurted out,

"Captain Griffin... isn’t that wrong? Didn’t you just say all the loot goes to these cannon fodder?"

Griffin glanced sideways at him and said coldly,

"I did. But what if they all die?"

In that moment, even Violet Legion members felt a chill crawl up their backs.

But right after—

Fervor lit up their faces.

Getting rich without lifting a finger—when you’re the one benefiting, it felt amazing.

"Captain Griffin is wise! Violet Legion’s treatment really is unmatched!"

"Let them work hard. I just happen to be missing an epic-grade pair of boots!"

"I need epic-grade gloves. Hope they put in some real effort!"

...

On the other side, the cannon fodder adventurers stared at Caelan’s strength in stunned disbelief.

But a moment later, that shock turned into despair.

They understood Violet Legion’s little scheme perfectly.

It sounded nice—better than singing—but even if they survived the monsters by sheer luck, there was no guarantee they’d make it back alive.

After all, those spoils were shiny, glittering gold coins.

And who would ever pick a fight with gold coins?

"Bro, save your energy. You’re not keeping any of what you’re farming."

"And also..."

"Wait, bro—your moves are insane! You’re farming mobs and picking up the materials they drop. You’re really not leaving Violet Legion a damn thing!"

On Griffin’s side, their perfect mood shattered in an instant.

Storage space was something everyone had by default after awakening a class.

As long as someone didn’t open it voluntarily, even the strongest awakener couldn’t force it open.

It seemed to be one of the game world’s fundamental rules.

"Hey—wait! You’re farming, fine, but what the hell are you doing collecting loot?!"

"Damn it! I already called dibs on those epic-grade boots! Spit them out!"

But Caelan ignored them all.

He kept clearing the monsters around him while heading straight for the entrance to the next floor.

In the blink of an eye, Caelan got farther and farther away.

Griffin’s group tried to follow, but for some reason, they were always a step behind—every single time.

Then Caelan reached the passage to the next floor.

He stood before it, looked back at Griffin with open contempt, and the corners of his lips curled upward.

"Trying to freeload off my labor? Keep dreaming."

"From now on, you don’t even get to farm monsters."