"Side quest completed."
The system notification sounded. Feng Bujue finally let out a sigh of relief and sat on the ground.
"Strange … this thing is still invisible after death?" Blade Runner squatted down and tried to touch the monster's body.
"This means …" Feng Bujue said. He took out a steel knife and cut off a piece of skin from the monster's body. He placed it on his palm and said, "Its invisibility mechanism is not active. It is a passive feature." He flung the piece of skin away. "Its invisibility is not like a chameleon, which creates an optical camouflage effect on its body surface to blend into the environment … It is completely transparent." He picked up his flashlight with one hand and used the knife with the other to cut the body on the floor a few times. The sound of flesh and blood gushing out came from the empty space. "It's not just the skin and muscle, but also its internal organs, bones, and body fluids … They're all transparent, hmph …"
"Hmm … Brother Feng," Blade Runner said, "I understand now. Can you stop playing with the monster's body?"
"I'm not playing. I just want to see if its skin or flesh can be used as a camouflage prop." Feng Bujue pursed his lips. "But it didn't work …"
"If it works, are you really going to peel off its skin and wear it as a cloak …"
"I can consider it," Feng Bujue replied.
"Hmm …" Blade Runner muttered. "My grenade just now was really a waste … I think as long as the reward is high enough, even if I ask you to bite that fat worm to death, you would do it."
"That's right … If killing that worm with my mouth can reward me with five million game coins, forget about biting it, I would even eat it."
"Fine, fine … You don't have to describe it anymore …" Blade Runner felt disgusted just by imagining it.
"Then let's get back to the topic." Feng Bujue stood up. "Now that the side quest has been completed, no matter if we win or lose this round of the Killing Game, at least there will be an additional reward for the side quest." He walked to the door, put away the flashlight and knife, and used both of his hands to pull the heavy metal door open. The light from the corridor lit up a small area outside the door. "Next, we'll continue down the other path. Stopping to rest in this scenario is no different from exhausting our energy. I suggest we maintain a constant state of action." He walked out the door.
Flashes of Sword nodded and followed Feng Bujue out the door. The two of them stepped on the pus and rotten metal left behind by the dead monster for a distance of five to six meters. After that, they took another ten steps and passed through the T-shaped corridor and walked to the other side.
The lighting in the corridor was still the same. A dim path led to a bright area, extending into the distance.
The cold iron walls around them and the horrible air quality created a suffocating feeling. If one had to describe it … every second in this underground lab, one's lungs felt like they were breathing in gaseous rust. This kind of discomfort followed them like a shadow, and it was impossible to shake it off. It had a pattern that drained the players' Life Points …
When Feng Bujue and Blade Runner's Life Points dropped to fifty percent, Feng Bujue took out two (Medium) Life Points recovery potions from his inventory. He passed one to his teammate and drank the other.
"Brother Feng … You only have four of these potions, right?" Blade Runner did not take the potions but said, "Don't be so generous at a time like this. Keep them for yourself. I have a larger capacity in my inventory."
Feng Bujue did not put the potions down but replied, "I suggest you don't just carry large potions with you in the future. A (Large) Life Points recovery potion is a waste if consumed at any time. Its recovery effect was 100%. In theory, the lowest recovery rate was 1%, but normally, players would drink it when their Life Points fell to 10%. That was because it was easy to be killed in one hit at that time, and they would lose the chance to recover their health.
In other words, a normal potion that can recover one hundred percent of one's Life Points will provide eighty to ninety percent of one's Life Points, and the rest will be the overflow. But there is a simple solution that can solve this problem. "
Even though Blade Runner had not finished listening to Feng Bujue's whole theory, he had already accepted the potion from Feng Bujue because he had a strong feeling that … he would soon be convinced.
"If we consider the decreasing effect of the Life Points recovery potion …" Feng Bujue turned around and continued to move forward. "As long as we have a number of small or medium potions in our inventory … I personally suggest five potions because every five potions will take up one Life Points. When we lose Life Points, we will drink the smaller potions first to replenish our Life Points. Then, when we need to drink the larger potions, the loss will be negated because the larger potions won't be able to recover one's Life Points to 100 percent … "He paused before continuing." Using this scenario, ignoring the damage caused by the battle, it is more economical for us to drink the potions now. The cost of recovering Life Points will be lower, and the recovery rate will not be wasted. "
Blade Runner walked side by side with him. He was silent for a few seconds after he heard that. He felt like the explanation made sense, but there was something wrong with it …
"Brother Feng … can I understand it this way? You give me a medium potion now, and in this scenario, whenever there is a need, we will drink the large potions that I have with me until they are empty …"
"Yes, but my inventory is limited, so I will leave the large potions with you for now. After all, when you see that your Life Points are almost recovered, you should share one with me as well. "When Feng Bujue said that, his tone and expression were so righteous.
"Let me get this straight …" Blade Runner said. "You will first force feed me a medium potion that is worth 6,000 Game Coins, and then I will have to supply both of us with 12000 large potions."
"Yes," Feng Bujue replied. "Isn't that what you meant earlier? Is there a need to repeat yourself? "
"You sure don't treat yourself as an outsider …" Blade Runner said.
"Based on my observation, this level of sharing of team resources will not be beyond your psychological expectation and financial capability." Feng Bujue said. "Furthermore, if we can find a way to stop the loss of Life Points in the next hour, based on the ratio of Life Points to Life Points, we might not need your large potions anymore. In that case, you will have earned my potions for nothing. " He extended a finger and waved it. "Furthermore, you've gained a set of theories on how to maximize the effectiveness of the blood potion. It can save you an unpredictable amount of Life Points recovery in the future. If you convert all of this into money …" He turned around. "Why do you have such an expression on your face?"
"Because I feel like you are slowly upgrading from scamming to extortion …"
"I just want to discuss it with you. We are two adults. It is normal for us to talk about intellectual property."
"Big brother, I was wrong … You can take as many of my potions as you want …"
The two chatted as they walked. Suddenly, there was a banging sound that came from the side …
The sound came from a corner about ten meters away. It came from afar and came closer. Based on the frequency, it sounded like footsteps. It sounded like a creature with two legs.
"It is probably a human … The footsteps are heavy, messy, and stumbling. When it runs, it approaches the wall on the side …" Feng Bujue said. "This person is probably running away …"
Blade Runner was also listening intently. He added, "How come there are no footsteps coming from the thing that is chasing after him?"
"Furthermore, the person is not gasping for air or calling for help. This does not sound right …" Feng Bujue cautiously pulled out his steel sword.
Soon, the figure that ran out from the corner answered all their questions.
The person was wearing an orange protective suit and a helmet. The collar of the suit was connected to the helmet. At that moment, his head was clamped tightly by a creature that looked like an octopus. Only the lower edge of the mask was exposed. The tentacles of the 'octopus' had pierced through the helmet and pierced into his brain.
The octopus monster had replaced the man's brain and controlled his movements. The monster did not appear to be very good at using the human body. When he ran, the man's arms hung limply by his side. They swayed with the shaking of his body. This affected his balance, and it was why he kept stumbling when he ran.
Blade Runner looked at the man that was running toward them and said, "Say … if we remove the thing on his head, do you think he will still be alive?"
Feng Bujue shook his head. He took a few steps forward, and like a baseball player, he waved the steel sword with both hands and chopped off the man's head.
"I'm starting to miss the shotgun." Feng Bujue walked toward the head that fell to the ground. "In this kind of western sci-fi scenario, the monsters are as disgusting as they can be …"
The octopus monster was still alive. It had detached itself from its severed neck. When it pulled its tentacles away from its helmet, it could be clearly seen that the human head inside the helmet was badly mutilated. There were at least seven or eight large holes in the skull. A lot of brain matter flowed out from the suckers of the octopus monster's tentacles and dripped to the ground together with the blood.
Feng Bujue was thankful that he had bought a knife before entering the scenario. That would have saved him the trouble of using a blunt weapon to kill this kind of creature. Even zombies had skulls, and using the wrench to crush the skull was not a big deal, but to kill this creature that looked so chewy was probably as difficult as rolling dough …
The octopus monster did not put up too much of a fight, and it was easily chopped into pieces by the steel sword. The colorful liquid inside its body flowed all over the ground, and then it stopped moving.
"The way this thing attacks people should be similar to the 'face hugger' in Alien …" Feng Bujue shook away the residue on the steel sword and walked to the head. As he studied it, he said, "But there seems to be a difference in the way it parasitizes. The face hugger won't drill so many holes in the human head and reach its tentacles into it."
When Feng Bujue was chopping up the octopus monster, Blade Runner had already moved to the dead man's body to search. He found something that looked like a weapon inside the man's pocket. He held it in front of his eyes and was surprised to see that it could really summon the item menu. — — —
[Name: Anti-gravity Catapult]
Item Type: Weapon
[Quality: Excellent]
Offense Points: Medium
Element: None
Special Effect: Can make objects that are less than ten kilograms and smaller than one cubic meter levitate and launch them forward.
Equip Requirement: Marksmanship D, Workmanship E, Level 15
Remark: Please do not try to suck your eyeballs out. I can tell you clearly that the result will be very bad. — — —
"Brother Feng, come and see if you can use this weapon." Blade Runner passed the item to Feng Bujue.
The Anti-gravity Gun looked like an iron, but it was not that thick. There were two buttons where the user could hold it, and it was obvious that one was for 'lift' and the other was for 'eject'. Feng Bujue looked at the item's attribute and then very casually aimed it in another direction. He 'sucked' the dead man's head that was several meters away. The helmet that covered the head floated a few inches in front of the gun, and at the same time, the gun emitted a continuous buzzing sound.
Feng Bujue raised his arm and aimed it at the direction they came from, and pressed the eject button. The head flew out at a speed of around 70 km/h, and disappeared into the corridor like a cannonball.
"This is advanced technology." Feng Bujue praised. "Unfortunately, this guy didn't use it to save his life."
Blade Runner looked at the dead man's head with a dull gaze. "You're playing with corpses again …"
"I say, Ol 'Kuang …" Feng Bujue placed his hand on Flashes of Sword's shoulder and was about to say something when the latter cut him off. "You can call me Flashes of Sword.
"Childe Scum … Sure …" Feng Bujue continued.
"You should know that I'm talking about the sword of treasures, right?"
"Yes, of course," Feng Bujue said. "I say, Childe Jian, what about this equipment …"
"You can have it if you want. My marksmanship and workmanship mastery are still lacking." Blade Runner guessed that Feng Bujue was going to bring this up. He had given it to Feng Bujue because he did not have enough equipment.
"Then, I won't stand on ceremony." Feng Bujue pocketed the equipment and looked at the dead body on the ground. "This scenario is not as simple as it seems … There are humans in this lab."
Flashes of Sword replied, "Didn't the plot introduction say that the research team that came to do the 'archaeology' has already left with Jason's body … Could it be … other than them, there are other human teams that have entered this place?"
"That is the only explanation for now." As Feng Bujue replied, he started to peel off the dead body's clothes.
"Hey … what are you doing? This is a man." Blade Runner raised his voice. "Have you gotten addicted to playing with dead bodies?"
Feng Bujue removed the protective suit from the headless body. Inside the suit, the dead body was still wearing a white shirt and a pair of shorts. Feng Bujue raised one of the dead body's arms and pointed at the tattoo on the outside of the left arm. "Look at this."
Blade Runner leaned closer to take a look. There was a tattoo of a ship and the word scavenger. He thought about it and raised his head to ask, "Hey … could this person be a member of a grave-robbing organization from the future?"
"The tattoo is the emblem of a certain organization. That is a reasonable guess." By then, Feng Bujue was already examining the dead body's palm. "Of course … perhaps this tattoo is meaningless and this person thought that it would be cool to draw this tattoo and the title of a homeless person on his arm."
"Is there such a person?" Blade Runner asked.
"That is hard to say." Feng Bujue placed the dead body's palm very close to his face. The tip of their nose was almost touching. "When I was in primary school, I once saw an online game where some kids named their guild 'Lei Feng' or something like that. I can't remember the full name, but they seemed to think that they were cool. Every one of them had a swastika above their head as they wandered around the game." After he finished examining the dead body's palm, he started to examine the back of the hand and the fingernails. "So … if you bury a seed of stupidity in the soil of ignorance, use it as fertilizer, and then use the poison of exam-oriented education to irrigate it, in the end, it will most likely bear some self-humiliating scum."
"F * ck me … Brother Feng, have you studied the language masking system of this game? You can actually say something like that, and with only one word, it doesn't affect the meaning of the sentence …"
"This person rubbed off his fingerprints." Feng Bujue did not continue the conversation with Blade Runner. Instead, he changed the topic. "Maybe it was done with glue, or maybe it was done in a more violent way … In any case, he has no fingerprints." He paused for a moment. "These hands don't look like they belong to someone who does heavy labor. His body is also not considered muscular …"
"With a device like the anti-gravity catapult, naturally, he doesn't need to use much physical strength to get things done," Blade Runner said.
"From the wrists of his left and right hands, he doesn't look like someone who uses computers often." Feng Bujue continued, "But we can't rule out the possibility that people will completely abandon peripherals like the mouse in the future."
"I say, great detective, don't tell me you're going to strip this body naked and analyze it from head to toe, going through every detail?" Blade Runner asked.
Feng Bujue smiled. "I don't have that much time. Besides, if I really wanted to do that, I wouldn't have thrown his head away." He replied, "I just want to see if his limbs have mutated, and …" Feng Bujue said as he lifted the body's sweatshirt and looked at the torso. "Are there any strange organs growing on his body, or does he have skin that is different from the humans we know?"
"What do you mean?" Blade Runner said. "The setting of this script is from the tenth Black Friday, right? It's not from the X-Men, right?"
"I just have a hypothesis …" Feng Bujue replied. "What if this group of people is different from the humans on the spaceship? What if they don't come from the universe? Perhaps on this old Earth, there are still human cities, but the humans who 'migrated' out don't know about it. Maybe there are a few descendants of the survivors hiding somewhere, and the civilization is still continuing … "
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