Chapter 65 - Chu Xuan

“Young people, pay attention!

These 4 types of mortification spots on your body are your body sending you an alarm!”

“If you even start showing mortification spots, don’t go to the hospital, just bury yourself.

Can we stop with these tired jokes?

If this keeps up, I’m going to start swearing.”

“Tired jokes are a part of online surfing, if you don’t like it, don’t play.

Besides, we are the same person; you cursing me is basically you cursing yourself.”

“Lanzhou flatbread.

Yummy.

Experience Points plus three.”

Li Cheng suddenly woke up from in front of his computer, his mind seemed to be filled with dozens of identical voices talking non-stop.

“Uh…” He took off the device resembling a massager from his head, poured himself a glass of cold water, and slowly drank it, the voices in his mind gradually fading away.

These voices weren’t hallucinations or split personality, but the Multi-threaded Brain Domain Method that kept the brain highly active, different brain areas spontaneously mumbling dream talk to themselves.

During this time, he would activate parallel thinking daily, opening four, eight, or even more pages on his computer, speed-reading through various professional books, scientific journals, desperately gleaning knowledge.

Including but not limited to philosophy, logic, theology, finance, law, folklore, criminal detection, history, foreign languages, physics, chemistry, mechanical engineering, materials, biology…

Generally speaking, even if one is skilled in computer technology and knows how to efficiently find professional data from online databases, it would still take a lot of time to gather so much literature.

Fortunately, there was a professional bookstore in the old street; just spend a bit of Game Coin to buy a complete catalog, saved quite a bit of effort.

On the other hand, the electromagnetic massager which Li Cheng was wearing, launched by Prometheus Laboratory Company, also played a key role—it could improve sleep efficiency, reducing the amount of sleep needed each day.

Wearing it while sleeping could also speed up the recovery of Sanity Value.

And it was cheap, only 50,000 cash, the same price as an apple vision pro.

Hmm…

Speaking of which, are my consumer habits abnormal?

Finding something worth 50,000 cheap.

Couldn’t even think about it in the past.

Li Cheng casually put the massager in a drawer, slowly sipping cold water.

Due to the high income and immense survival pressure, many players who lacked self-control would lose themselves, indulging in the glitzy urban life.

Like spending thousands on luxury cars and houses, exercising and honing combat skills by day, partying in nightclubs and visiting hostess clubs at night.

Some people, under the severe pressure of survival, gradually turned perverse, heading to chaotic areas to establish their reign as drug lords or warlords, torturing ordinary people for fun with arbitrary killings.

Until one day they bit off more than they could chew, disposed of by other players or guilds, or died in increasingly difficult killing field tasks.

Thinking of this, Li Cheng glanced at his player panel’s Backpack.

Last script task, he earned 800 Game Coin, and he splurged with that money, buying quite a lot of Equipment.

Single Soldier Shoulder Rocket Launcher, Single Soldier Mortar, Artillery Launcher, Anti-Material Sniper Rifle, off-road motorcycles, small off-road vehicles, Assault Boat…

Most of them quietly lying in the Backpack, and the bigger ones, Li Cheng tossed into the Hall of Bones.

He would take them out when necessary.

“It’s about time for a task to arrive…”

Just as he was mumbling, a system notification sound rang in his ear.

Here it came.

Li Cheng squinted his eyes; a regular task carried no penalties, and failing to complete it wasn’t a big deal.

Moreover, the task had a short time limit, a straightforward process, and generous rewards—there was no reason not to go.

Without delay, he gathered his equipment and items, locked his door, and chose to teleport.

In an instant, the scene before his eyes switched, and the surrounding light abruptly dimmed.

It seemed to be a public changing room, with rows of metal lockers, marble floors, and wooden benches.

Some of the benches even had towels hanging on them, very similar to the real-world gyms, bath centers, and hot spring resorts.

The difference was that the air here was filled with a strong smell of blood, some of the metal lockers were haphazardly toppled over, bearing marks from three rows of sharp weapon cuts.

It was as if left by some carnivorous wild beast of exaggerated size.

Werewolf?

Deathclaw?

Griffin?

Of course, the most conspicuous were the two figures standing in the corners of the changing room, apart from Li Cheng.

One person wore a red and white biker outfit, complete with gloves and a riding helmet, their face unclear.

The other was a small boy, about eleven or twelve years old, dressed in the Special Affairs Bureau’s standard suit, with bandages wrapped around his palm.

Suddenly—

The person in the biker outfit made the first move, stepping back on the tile and jumping back, while flipping his palm to pull out two wooden Spirit Balls and smashing them to the ground.

Bang!

Both Spirit Balls opened at the same time, and with a flash of light, a deep blue plant with round legs and a half-pig, half-monkey creature appeared beside the biker.

If Han Letian, a veteran Pocket Monster fan, had been there, he would have instantly identified the names of these two creatures.

Grass-type Pocket Monster—Walking Grass.

Can evolve into Stinkflower, Tyrant Flower, Beauty Flower.

Fighting-type Pocket Monster—Monkey Monster.

Can evolve into Furious Monkey, Abandoned World Monkey.

“…Gentlemen,”

After summoning two bodyguards, the biker seemed to finally feel safe and awkwardly said, “This is indeed unfortunate.”

Outside the poor street area, players can attack each other, and by killing the other party, they can even opportunistically take their equipment and items.

This causes all players to be extra cautious of strangers.

Sometimes, driven by intense fear, they would choose to strike first, further deteriorating the environment.

It was like a Dark Forest.

The biker cautiously watched the two, slowly pacing towards the changing room’s main door, and said gravely, “I’m not accustomed to carrying out tasks with strangers; let’s go our separate ways.”

“Wait a minute!”

The boy in the Special Affairs Bureau uniform quickly raised his hand and said, “Judging by the style of your Spirit Balls, you must be a member of the Thousand Throats Beast Guild?

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Su Jie, the specially appointed doctor of the third team of the Yin City Special Affairs Bureau Mobile Task Force.

This is my identity card.”

As if to prove his words, he took out a metal card, showed it to the biker, and sincerely said, “I carry a special piece of equipment that can prevent players from attacking each other.

With the help of this item, the three of us might be able to coexist peacefully and complete the task together.”

“…” Hearing this, the biker slowed his steps to leave.

The Special Affairs Bureau had a reputable code of conduct even within the killing field, and if Su Jie’s identity was authentic, it might be worth considering.

Thinking this, he looked towards the corner at Li Cheng, who had been silent all this time and was fiddling with a red apple, nodded towards him, “Brother, what should I call you?”

Li Cheng tossed the red apple in his left hand and pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose.

He looked ordinary, but his eyes were exceptionally calm, and he spoke in an indifferent tone, “Chu Xuan.”