"Hahaha! Finally got him!!"
Zhong Yi wiped the sweat from his forehead and laughed heartily.
Just now, he and Evil Lord Yide had fought for three hundred rounds, almost emptying his bullets.
Finally, taking advantage of the gap when Evil Lord Yide was reloading, Zhong Yi boldly pulled out his dagger and hacked Evil Lord Yide to death.
He didn't loot the box, but quickly returned to where Zhou Yue had fallen.
If he didn't revive him soon, the body would start to stink.
Zhong Yi pulled out the Soul Return Bottle from his waist, placed it on Zhou Yue's chest, and slowly injected spiritual energy into it.
"Ah, my eyes..."
The first thing Zhou Yue did upon reviving and getting up was cover his eyes.
"What, did Evil Lord Yide's attack hurt your eyes?"
Zhong Yi asked curiously.
"No, the fight between you two was just too painful to watch..."
"..."
...
"Maximum health reduced by twenty points after being revived? That's another new discovery."
Zhong Yi looked at their health bars after the revival and quietly made a mental note.
This wasn't hard to understand in the cultivation world.
The primordial spirit was injured, after all. They would have to return to the Special Ops Department for a complete healing.
"It seems we can only be revived this once? If we die again, we're completely done for."
Zhou Yue said, looking at the system prompt that had just appeared.
"Don't worry, you have me!"
Zhong Yi, who had just solo-killed Evil Lord Yide, was incredibly smug.
"Give me a break... I even suspect that these minions and bosses are intentionally going easy on us just because your gameplay is so awful."
Zhou Yue rolled his eyes at Zhong Yi, unable to help but recall the machine-gun cultivator they saw outside the administrative palace.
Back then, he was almost beaten into a sieve, while Zhong Yi stood amidst the spirit bullets completely unharmed.
"Wow!! We're rich!!!"
Just as the two were discussing the mechanics of the illusion realm, Zhou Qiaoling's excited shout suddenly rang in their ears.
"Oh no!"
Zhou Yue slapped his forehead, grabbing Zhong Yi and running upstairs.
"We haven't looted Evil Lord Yide's box yet!!"
When they arrived, just as Zhou Yue expected, Zhou Qiaoling was standing next to Evil Lord Yide's deathbox with a silly smile, practically drooling.
"Oh my, why are you looking at me like that... Don't worry, I'm just checking what's inside the bag."
Zhou Qiaoling waved her hand with a grin.
"Since you didn't kill him, brother, how could I possibly steal the loot?"
Zhou Qiaoling would only be ruthless with her own brother, Zhou Yue. Since Evil Lord Yide was killed by Zhong Yi, she naturally wouldn't take anything.
However, she still wanted to experience the process of looting the box.
After all, to her, the most interesting part of the entire illusion realm was the feeling of rare items slowly spinning out into her divine sense.
"What? Purple Level 4 armor? Too bad it's shot to pieces..."
"Whoa! Iron Bull 249, holds 100 spirit bullets at once!! No wonder it fired like a hose!!!"
"Holy crap, there are even Level 4 spirit bullets?? No wonder it hurt so much getting hit..."
"Wow! Isn't this Evil Lord Yide's flaming hand crossbow!? It's actually golden!!! Strange... why can't I use it?"
"Don't be polite, Junior Sister Qiaoling, you take some too."
"Really? Then I'll really take some..."
"What the heck?? The whole backpack is gone!!??"
...
The three of them gathered around Said's box, happily looting away.
Zhou Yue suddenly raised his head alertly and made a hushing gesture.
"Footsteps..."
"Someone is coming!"
...
Footsteps were one of the key settings in FPS games.
Although Naraka: Bladepoint also had footsteps, their importance was definitely not as high as in Xianyuan Continent Operations.
Under Zhou Yue's keen perception, the three of them successfully dodged the sneak attack from a team approaching from the outside of the west building, successfully counter-killing them.
Zhou Yue had a great time fighting, wiping out a whole team by himself.
Zhou Qiaoling had a great time looting boxes; her backpack was fully stuffed, and she even kindly shared a few purple items with the inexperienced Zhou Yue.
Although Zhong Yi hadn't quite figured out what he enjoyed most, he still had a fun time playing.
After thoroughly looting the entire administrative palace, the three of them ran towards the extraction point, talking and laughing.
Passing by the military camp and the grain depot, Zhou Qiaoling happily rushed in to search, only to find that everything had been picked clean by others.
"Military camp, grain depot... The map style this time is really completely different."
Zhou Yue looked at the surrounding scenery, marveling at Lu Ze's creativity in his heart.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A burst of gunfire rang out. Zhou Yue turned around alertly, only to see Zhong Yi using his gun in a battle of wits and courage against an Asara rogue cultivator.
"Old Zhong, he's not even shooting at you anyway, so why are you firing?"
Zhou Yue immediately started laughing.
He knew his good brother very well; he definitely didn't want to hold them back and was currently using the minions for target practice.
It was just that his marksmanship was truly too horrific to look at.
Zhong Yi smiled slightly: "What's there to be afraid of? We're about to extract anyway. Could there really be someone who hears the gunfire and tries to ambush us?"
The three of them talked and laughed, following the winding path outside the grain depot all the way to the extraction point at the end of the map.
"Loaded with loot, time to extract..."
Zhou Qiaoling looked at her supplies worth up to 1.3 million spirit stones, walking happily at the very front.
Right at the moment she turned the corner, a burst of gunfire rang out.
Below a raised dirt mound not far from the extraction point crouched three villains who had been waiting in ambush.
Zhou Qiaoling was instantly downed.
Zhou Yue and Zhong Yi were dumbfounded.
As innocent as they were, they truly couldn't imagine how there could be people ambushing here.
They had explored secret realms for years and had never seen anyone who did absolutely nothing but lie prone at the exit of a secret realm waiting for others to deliver themselves to their doorstep.
If this matter was known by others, wouldn't their sect expel them?
"Holy crap! Someone is camping us!"
"Old Zhong's jinxing mouth strikes again!!"
"You're blaming this on me??"
"Boohoo, my millions in supplies... It was all just a big dream! Ah!!!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
