Chapter 369

Chapter 369: Chapter 366: "There are no Deities in Yun Shang City"Bang!"

Illusory sparks bloomed on the submachine gun, the airwaves spreading along the muzzle as bullets furiously burst out, striking Su Ming’an’s forearm as he advanced swiftly.

"Ding!"

The first bullet fell to the ground.

Su Ming’an’s movement hesitated for a split second, but then he continued to charge forward as if nothing had happened.

The bullets from the submachine gun were fast and relentless, hitting him like raindrops but causing only a slight sensation of pain.

The others realized something was wrong and quickly drew their pistols to fire.

The injury numbers soared rapidly, but the specific figures made everyone who saw them drop their jaws in astonishment.

Except for Carter’s bullets that could penetrate his defenses, the damage done by the others felt like nothing more than tickles.

In that moment, facing the pale "White Skeleton" Carter,

Su Ming’an slowly realized the gap between himself and the other players.

Before this, constantly facing off against top-tier bosses in instances, he had never deeply felt such a disparity.

But he gradually noticed that, after having 2270 health points and over 50 physical defensive power from his equipment, the attack power of this group had been reduced to a pitiable level.

They could hardly breach his defenses.

Unless they were also of Third Rank, or someone possessed a weapon with more than 50 attack power at the Red Level or Purple Grade, it was almost impossible for them to inflict effective damage on him.

Confronted by their shocked gazes, Su Ming’an quickened his pace, pushing his agility to the limit in an instant.

Braving the bullets flying towards him, he reached out his hand, pressing down Carter, who tried to retreat, by the neck with 64 points of strength, instantly pinning him to the ground.

A whoosh passed by him as someone with a knife came slashing at him.

On his body, the white Defensive Barrier lit up, a mid-low level Barrier already enough to withstand these people’s attacks, and he had an unknown number of such low-grade Props on him.

His right hand flickered, and the Sword of Yarman appeared in his hand. The blade shifted to the right, and the player who dared to challenge him with a sword was decapitated, the severed surface of the neck smooth as a mirror, not even a drop of blood staining the sword.

"Please... please spare me, I beg you..." Carter, quick to bow and scrape, immediately begged for mercy.

He already knew what sort of person he was facing.

Someone who could pin him down with one hand, someone who could ignore the damage from his Devil Heavy Cannon... could only be one of those top figures in the rankings.

And someone had already recognized the Sword of Yarman.

"Damn! Su Ming’an!"

"Nobody stop me, I have to get to him—"

The crowd was already buzzing.

Many who had previously been too afraid to cross the caution line were now filled with excitement, and some even rushed over directly from the side as if seeing a loved one.

After becoming overly familiar with a person, even if they are very powerful, in these people’s eyes, they become "approachable."

Having studied the world forum, this group of people seemed to know Su Ming’an even better than he knew himself.

Su Ming’an didn’t look back, he just stared at Carter.

"What are you doing here?"

"Just, just staking a claim... nothing else." Carter replied, trembling, his chubby face twitching.

The blade fell, and Carter screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

The players who had originally been excited to charge over immediately halted.

Even the criminal players next to Carter took a step back.

The sword slash from Su Ming’an had severed Carter’s right arm.

His action was extremely decisive, with blood splattered all over, the bright red color was particularly striking against the snow, deterring the players who wanted to charge over from behind.

"I’ll ask you again," Su Ming’an said.

"Our, our Think Tank is observing the situation from behind on the giant wheel, and we are responsible for stopping any players who want to board the ship..."

"Who is this Think Tank, what are they observing, tell me all at once."

"I, I don’t know who he is, I only know he must be a top-ranking player, playing the role of a priest... Our boss was laughing and talking with him. We are planning to conduct a massacre at four in the morning... storm that ship, rob their stuff, and take over that ship..."

"You’re lying to me," Su Ming’an raised his sword.

"I’m not! I’m not! Everything I said is true!" The once imposing Carter, who resembled a white skeleton, was now genuinely as pale as one.

He knew that if both his arms were cut off and he couldn’t hold a gun, he would be as good as trash, any subordinate could kill him.

"What good is massacring those indigenous people? Aren’t you afraid of the wrath of the deity if you rush into a non-competitive area?"

"Uh, but that priest speculated that there are no deities in Yun Shang City at all, and this rule is just a bluff, telling us to boldly break in..." Carter said, "Our boss believed him, and we had no choice but to believe as well. Anyway, we wouldn’t possibly win the ultimate victory in the Maritime Banquet, so we might as well take advantage of it first, rob some weak chickens; the ones on that ship are all cowards who dare not fight..."

... There are no deities in Yun Shang City?

Su Ming’an knew immediately that the priest player was lying; there were absolutely deities in Yun Shang City, of that there was no doubt, and this group of criminal players had all been deceived.

He remembered that in the last cycle, he had heard someone say something had happened at the Southern District pier, but by then, he had already boarded Noel’s Crow...

He released his grip on Carter and, holding his sword, rushed towards the giant wheel.

Carter, watching Su Ming’an leave, heaved a sigh of relief.

He wiped the sweat from his oily face, the skull necklace around his neck clinking.

"Damn it, I’m seriously injured now..." He looked at his missing right arm, then glared viciously at his teammates who were itching to move:

"What are you looking at! What are you looking at! Even with only one hand left, I can still crush you guys!"

The teammates immediately averted their gaze.

Such is a team that is bound by interests rather than friendship.

The moment someone loses power, the others become restless, trying to snatch that power.

"Damn, damn it..." Carter kicked the stones under his feet, looking at the players who were gradually pulling back.

He raised the gun in his hand.

At this moment, confidence returned to him; although he was powerless against Su Ming’an, he was like a king to these common players.

He bared his teeth, just about to shoot.

"Boom—!"

Su Ming’an withdrew his hand from the ship’s rail.

After glancing at the chunks of flesh and broken skull necklace on the shore, he turned around and walked into the cabin of the ship.

Bright State wasn’t convenient for mass attacks, but Shadow State could steadily take down this group of scum in one fell swoop.

Luckily, Carter didn’t escape right away and was still thinking of harming other players, which gave him the time to switch between Shadow and Bright State.

Su Ming’an excelled at eliminating root causes and finishing off weakened enemies.

Despite being in a bad record, he wouldn’t let a group tarnished by his past misdeeds run amok on shore.

The barrage of comments heaved a sigh of relief:

The barrage started arguing again, which was a regular activity for them.

About all sorts of things, even trivial matters, as long as someone started the rhythm, it would always cause a major storm, and the live broadcast room would end up like a world forum, tearing each other apart.

Su Ming’an walked toward the inside of the ship.

This was a refuge ship specially designed for people to avoid the ravages of war. The environment on the ship wasn’t great, but it was spacious enough to accommodate many people.

Instead of having exquisite small rooms, there were many large halls with blankets laid out on the floor, and with doors left open, hundreds of residents or players slept inside. The sounds of snoring and teeth grinding filled the giant vessel, creating an extremely harsh environment.

Powerful players could burn, kill, and loot onshore, listening to Christmas songs to celebrate Christmas Eve, or live in noble houses eating and drinking extravagantly.

Players who feared battle and sought refuge had no choice but to live in these harsh conditions, where not even the cold wind could be blocked in their sleeping quarters.

Risk and reward are equivalent, which is a principle of the world game.

Su Ming’an walked on, not seeing even one player responsible for standing guard or guarding the door, and these people didn’t even have any reconnaissance props or skills placed outside.

...They were indeed sleeping soundly, with not the slightest hint of vigilance.

If those people below truly decided to attack, the players who only knew how to sleep wouldn’t stand a chance; it would be a one-sided slaughter.

He walked from the first floor to the fourth, suddenly hearing a faint discussion.

The discussion came from the fifth floor, and the speakers seemed close to the stairwell.

"...I’ve done reconnaissance already; there are no powerful players on the boat. My detector didn’t sound an alarm," said a young male voice.

"Really? Not even one with combat power over a thousand?" asked a gruff male voice.

"Players with combat power over a thousand are my beloved warriors; how could they stay on a refuge ship like this? If they chose to do so, fearing battle and death henceforth, they would turn their backs on everything they believe in; they’d become pitiful..."

"Enough, Boris. I don’t want to hear any of this. Just tell me there are no powerful players on the ship," the gruff voice cut off the other impatiently.

Su Ming’an gripped his sword.

He had heard a familiar name.

Boris, that neurotic fellow, was still alive and had made his way here.

It was said that as long as people fervently believed in him, Boris would not die, which was a troublesome matter.

"However, Augustus, I still don’t recommend you harm these innocent lambs. Though they keep themselves away from the war and appear pitiful in spirit, they still have the right to live. I’d prefer it if you could coexist peacefully with one another. If you’re willing, I’d like to share with you a beautiful legend from my homeland..." Boris spoke softly.

"That’s enough; I’m going down," said the gruff voice, who clearly didn’t want to hear more from Boris. The sound of footsteps came down from above.

"Really? Not willing to listen, huh? That’s too bad, considering even the Number One Player couldn’t stop praising my story and said he wanted to become soulmates with me..." Boris’s tone was filled with regret.

"Haha, he must be incredibly stupid then. To want to become ’soulmates’ with you—if it’s like you say, then the Number One Player is nothing more than..."

"Thud."

Blood splattered.

As Su Ming’an turned the corner of the staircase, he met those gleaming golden eyes.

Boris, dressed in a unique blood-red priest’s outfit, was staring blankly at him, staring at... the head of Augustus, the notorious criminal Player Guild Master known as the "White Skeleton King," ranked 280th in the world, which was tumbling down the stairs.

Su Ming’an held his sword which still bore the blood of Augustus.

"If you’re not suggesting, then don’t help, helping him with reconnaissance and saying such disgusting things—makes you even more disgusting than him," Su Ming’an said.

"...Su Ming’an."

Boris suddenly stretched out his arms.

"Finally, you came looking for me again... How about it, do you want to hear the new story I have prepared during your recent adventures...?"

His eyes shone bright, like he had found a long-lost confidant.

Su Ming’an originally came to the Southern District docks to look for leftover clues to deal with that brain-dead Tulip Princess, but he didn’t expect to find useful clues, nor to run into Boris.

He wasn’t prepared to listen to the other party’s ramblings and made a beeline for the fifth floor.

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"Bang!" "Bang!"

The doors of the rooms on both sides of the large corridor suddenly burst open.

The residents, still in deep sleep, as if sleepwalking, walked out with eyes closed and rushed towards Su Ming’an like a tide.

This was Boris’s usual trick, manipulating these innocent residents to become his helpers. They would willingly die for him if he asked them to.

Su Ming’an glanced at the continuously retreating Boris and raised his sword.

"I issue you a High Tower Invitation," he said.

A look of panic flashed across Boris’s face.

"—I refuse!" he cried out immediately, retreating as if his buttocks were on fire.

However, the High Tower Invitation that could be refused by mere words was a thing of the past.

A blue light screen unfolded, sweeping aside the approaching residents like sweeping garbage, forcibly opening up a clear path.

Boris, in his haste to retreat, suddenly slammed into the blue shield behind him.

With no other choice, he turned around to face Su Ming’an, who was advancing step by step.

"I’m saying, Su Ming’an, don’t you really want to hear my story... Alright, it looks like you really don’t want to listen," Boris raised his hands: "Then, can I trade the key clue I’ve obtained for a chance at my life?"

"Aren’t you unafraid of death?"

"I also don’t want... to sacrifice these believers I love again. My death shouldn’t bring them such a heavy burden," Boris said softly.

Tears glistened in his eyes, genuinely appearing to care deeply for these residents.

Frankly, Su Ming’an thought he was the most mentally disturbed Player he had seen since the start of the World Game.

He even suspected Boris had been residing in a mental health facility before the game began.

"Before that, I have a question for you," Su Ming’an’s sword rested against Boris’s neck:

"The story about the mermaid and the captain you told me, where did it originate?"