Zhou Yue gave it his all.
He ran and jumped, placing a block of wool beneath his feet each time he was about to land.
Not only did this boost his speed, but it also blocked the pursuers behind him.
Paired with the energetic battle BGM that automatically played in the illusionary realm, the scene looked incredibly intense.
In Zhou Yue’s livestream, the barrage exploded instantly.
[Damn! As expected of the True Disciple Zhou!]
[That movement… so cool!]
[Could it be… this is truly Zhou’s domain?]
[Good lord, the music here gets my blood pumping, while Zhong’s side is like a lullaby…]
……
At the same time.
Zhong Yi’s side.
He was methodically building a bridge out of wool.
To prevent accidentally falling into the void, he cautiously crouched on the already constructed bridge, inching forward bit by bit.
BGM was an indispensable part of the game.
During battles, it was an intense, adrenaline-pumping track, but since nothing was happening on Zhong Yi’s side, the music was calm and soothing.
The barrage in Zhong Yi’s livestream had a completely different vibe.
[Granny Zhong, time for bed]
[Take a break, don’t overwork yourself]
[True Disciple Zhou is fighting for his life over there, while you’re here playing house]
[Don’t rush him! From what I’ve observed, Zhong’s already pushing his limits!]
[Not bad, not bad—he hasn’t fallen yet, that’s a new record]
……
“Old Zhong! Old Zhong!!! Where are you?!”
Zhou Yue’s frantic voice came through the team voice chat.
“I can’t hold on much longer!!!”
By now, more and more players had joined the hunt for Zhou Yue.
If he died, the spirit stones in his inventory would drop.
Two archers relentlessly shot arrows at him, and with enemies closing in from all sides, Zhou Yue’s health was nearly depleted.
“Almost there… just five more blocks! Hang in there, Old Zhou!!!”
Zhong Yi’s eyes were filled with sorrow as he desperately tried to speed up.
Zhou Yue glanced in Zhong Yi’s direction—true to his words, just five more wool blocks, and they’d meet.
Well, technically, if Zhong Yi placed two more, Zhou Yue could jump over to him.
A glimmer of hope ignited in Zhou Yue’s eyes.
“I’m coming to you!!”
Zhong Yi frantically built the bridge.
Zhou Yue madly sprinted for his life.
“Done!”
“I’m here!”
Zhou Yue looked up at Zhong Yi’s position, his breath catching in his throat—
The distance between Zhong Yi and the central island had gone from five blocks to four.
The barrage in Zhou Yue’s livestream couldn’t hold back.
[So ‘done’ meant one block was done]
[Cut him some slack, he’s trying his best]
[Seems like Zhong is the greatest tribulation for Zhou in this mode…]
……
Zhou Yue glanced back.
The enemies were right on his heels.
An arrow grazed his ear, and multiple stone swords were pointed straight at him.
A sense of tragic heroism welled up in his heart.
“Old Zhong… I might not make it…”
Zhou Yue took a deep breath and pushed his movement skills to the limit.
“No! I’m almost—”
“Don’t come over!! See that slope ahead? I’ll throw the spirit stones there… I’ll cover them with wool so they won’t notice.”
“Old Zhou, don’t—”
“No time to argue! Place one more block and jump down! Take the stones and run!”
Zhou Yue’s footwork reached its peak.
Dodging, weaving, and making a sharp U-turn with the wool, he reached the agreed spot.
The moment he landed, he tossed the spirit stones and placed a few wool blocks to block the pursuers’ line of sight.
“Don’t let my death be in vain!!”
With a roar, Zhou Yue turned and ran in the opposite direction without looking back.
His escape tactic was to drop wool blocks while jumping, creating obstacles. The pursuers, unaware of his trick, chased after him without hesitation.
“Old Zhou, I won’t let you die for nothing!”
Zhong Yi’s eyes reddened.
For the first time in the illusionary realm, he felt a deep, desolate sorrow.
Finally, he placed the last wool block and leaped onto the island.
Grabbing the spirit stones Zhou Yue had left behind, he wobbled like an old granny as he ran back across the bridge.
Mid-sprint, a thought struck him.
“What if… after Old Zhou dies, they realize the stones are with me and chase me down…”
“No! His sacrifice can’t be wasted!”
With that, Zhong Yi pulled out his stone sword and began chopping away the wool bridge behind him as he retreated…
……
Meanwhile.
Zhou Yue’s health was at its last sliver.
“Screw it, come on! I’ll take at least one of you with me!”
Seeing Zhong Yi safely on the bridge, Zhou Yue felt free of worries.
He drew his stone sword, spun around, and prepared for a final stand—
Only to find that the three main pursuers from the Yellow Team had turned tail and were sprinting home.
“Huh? What’s going on…”
Zhou Yue was baffled.
Just then, a system announcement echoed across the sky:
[The Yellow Team’s bed has been destroyed by “Exercise Brings Progress”!]
“Holy crap! Junior Brother Mu is my savior!!”
Zhou Yue’s confusion turned to elation.
Mu Yawen had sneakily destroyed the Yellow Team’s bed, forcing them to retreat and defend!
With only four enemies left, Zhou Yue felt a flicker of hope.
But the chapter wasn’t over yet—
“Old Zhong, I think I might actually survive… huh?”
When he reached the wool bridge leading back to base, Zhou Yue froze.
The bridge…
Had been completely chopped away by some heartless bastard.
“……”
Zhou Yue took a deep breath.
He looked down at the endless void below, then at the few remaining wool blocks in his inventory.
“Whatever… I’m done struggling…”
[“Break to Build” is attempting to comprehend the void!]
……
Five seconds later.
Zhou Yue respawned at the base’s revival point.
The moment he opened his eyes, he locked gazes with Zhou Qiaoling, who was squatting in the resource pool, stuffing iron and gold ingots into her bag.
Zhou Qiaoling guiltily turned her head away, hands still frantically grabbing ingots.
“ZHOU!! QIAO!! LING!!”
Zhou Yue’s fists clenched instantly.
“Are you a damn packrat?! You see resources and lose all sense of duty!!! You were supposed to guard the bed, but you’ve been camping here doing nothing!!!”
“I—I was just too focused on building defenses! I ran out of materials, so I had to gather more!”
Zhou Qiaoling hugged her bag protectively, hiding the hundred gold ingots inside.
Zhou Yue massaged his temples, sighing deeply.
Aside from Mu Yawen, none of his teammates gave him peace of mind!
“Well, at least I risked my life to bring back three spirit stones. Once Zhong Yi returns, we can buy—”
Before he could finish, Zhong Yi’s figure suddenly materialized at the revival point.
“……”
Zhou Yue’s eyes widened, his breath halting once more.
“Uh, heh heh…”
Zhong Yi’s face flushed with shame as he lowered his head.
His reappearance here could only mean one thing—
He had fallen to his death again.
And the spirit stones Zhou Yue had fought so hard for… were gone.
Zhou Yue howled at the heavens:
“JUST KILL ME ALREADY!!!”
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
