Chapter 84: Is That All? That Was Too Easy

Seeing the molten creatures on the four roads, Wen Ruyu was also taken aback. Wasn't that jump a bit too abrupt?

The previous wave had been gray wolves, and now the difficulty had been raised immediately. Wasn't this just making trouble for no reason?

Fortunately, the first wave was very small in number, only four in all.

"Use guns first. If you can't handle them, I'll make a move."

Hearing the voice from inside the vehicle, everyone steadied themselves.

One could say that Lin Mu was unreasonable, but no one denied his strength.

Since he would step in later, they had nothing to worry about.

A burst of gunfire crackled.

Bullets tore across the four roads, relentlessly striking the molten creatures.

Yet the bullets passed straight through their bodies, causing them no harm at all.

Or rather, not even the slightest harm.

Even a hit to the head did nothing.

A longsword thrust out from above a house.

Slash, slash, slash!

Their heads fell to the ground, and the four molten creatures died.

Only...

Lin Mu looked at the panel, which showed no reaction at all, then glanced at the countdown in the sky. Weren't they dead?

Where was my loot?

After checking with the panel, he learned that this game would not drop items; all they would get were the basic supplies behind them.

Fine.

No drops, so be it. He wasn't exactly short on such things anyway.

The fifth wave, twenty molten creatures, was also effortlessly wiped out by Lin Mu.

That was it? That was really it?

Leaning back in his chair with his legs propped on the front control console, Lin Mu felt this was far too easy.

Watching the supplies keep rising, he shook his head.

This so-called survival game really did not hold back. It seemed intent on killing everyone before it was satisfied.

But when he saw the creatures in the third wave, Lin Mu was a little puzzled. What kind of routine was this?

The third wave was practically a giveaway: poultry?

Geese. Geese clad in metal armor.

Even with armor, they were still geese. What kind of damage could that possibly do to humans?

Yet the bullets fired into the armor were all deflected away.

Only by hitting the unarmored head could these geese be killed.

As for the so-called internal injuries from bullets striking their bodies, they simply did not exist for these geese.

Was a goose's head big? Quite big.

Easy to hit?

Not at all.

The metal armor extended from the body all the way to the head, leaving only a gap of about two inches directly in front of the forehead.

Only bullets passing through there could kill them.

The first wave alone had a full thousand geese.

As the geese drew nearer and nearer, everyone began to panic.

A fair number had been killed, but there were just too many of them.

Though geese couldn't kill people, a single twist from one was enough to be unbearable.

Lin Mu watched the screen, his left hand drumming constantly.

What was this pattern?

Though the armor made them harder to kill, they were still just geese.

A thousand geese were still geese.

By the end of the first round, the team members were covered in bruises and scrapes, not a single inch of them in good shape.

One of them had even lost the home of his descendants. It was too tragic.

The chubby man assigned to mobility secretly sighed in relief. Good thing he was on mobile duty; he didn't have to face those geese head-on.

Jiang Ying stood beside Shu Yi. "Sister Shu Yi, what do you make of this? Last round was molten creatures, and this time it's just geese?"

"Probably because this game doesn't want everyone to die so quickly." Shu Yi glanced at the passenger seat and shook her head. "There's another possibility: it's holding back a big one, something strong enough to inflict serious injury on all humans."

The second wave brought two thousand geese, the third wave three thousand geese.

Starting with the fourth wave, Lin Mu took over the battlefield.

If it went on like this, the people below would soon be left with a lifelong shadow from geese.

The heavy machine gun spun back and forth without pause, bullets pouring down relentlessly.

Armor that ordinary rifles couldn't penetrate was a joke before a heavy machine gun.

The third round: brown bears.

The fourth round: ice crystal creatures.

The fifth round: humanoid creatures.

More than twenty hours had passed.

Aside from the rest period at the beginning, when everyone chatted and laughed, the later period was almost completely silent.

Toward the end, the moment anyone stopped, they would start falling asleep.

The double torment of body and mind was something they truly could no longer endure.

Looking at the remaining time, Lin Mu shook his head.

The timing was indeed precise.

As the rounds increased, the time each one consumed also kept increasing.

In the end, the remaining time was just enough for the final round.

Lin Mu opened the regional channel and raised an eyebrow. The number of people was far greater than he had expected.

[District 62] — 78,000 people

He had thought that if thirty thousand remained, that would already be impressive. He never expected there to still be eighty thousand.

Indeed, those who survived until now possessed remarkable endurance.

With an hour and a half left before the twenty-four-hour mark ended, the final round began.

"Brother Mu... can we go back into the car?"

"Y-yeah, Brother Mu, let the two of us go back. This isn't something we can handle."

"Captain, I don't think I'm suited for this either."

In an instant, the walkie-talkies dissolved into chaos.

It could hardly be blamed on them; the creatures that had appeared were simply beyond their ability to deal with.

Not even cannon fire would have helped, let alone bullets.

"Everyone return to the vehicle and gather around me."

Lin Mu opened the side window and looked toward the creature in the distance.

"So that's what the supplies were for."

[Ordinary Resentful Spirits]

[Danger Level: S]

[Advice: They're just the souls of players who died in the survival game. There's actually nothing to be afraid of. Use your talisman paper, and of course you can also try bullets coated with cinnabar.]

Lin Mu twitched at the corner of his mouth. Resentful spirits?

And they were the souls of players who had died in the game.

So you snatch the body in here and don't even spare the soul, huh?

Lin Mu glanced at the text above.

[Sixth Round: Resentful Spirits (444)]

Even with mental attacks. Quite the trick.

A silver box extended from the roof, and he then filled it with yellow talismans and cinnabar.

"Nothing to it."

The silver box fired yellow light shards, which struck the resentful spirits and released a pale golden glow. Any spirit hit instantly turned into specks of light and vanished.

The entire process went extremely smoothly, smoother than every creature they had encountered so far.

Four hundred and forty-four resentful spirits were eliminated in less than five minutes.

This so-called resource defense battle ended just like that.

He glanced at the resources; the numbers were still climbing, though the increase had slowed somewhat.

But each jump was enormous.

Unfortunately, it was of no use to him.

The people outside looked on in disbelief as those resentful spirits were wiped out so quickly.

They had known Lin Mu was strong, but never expected even such a creature to be destroyed.

Maybe wearing this collar wasn't so bad after all.

At the very least, there didn't seem to be any problem with safety.

Lin Mu opened the regional channel, and the speed at which the red subtitles appeared was clearly decreasing.

Yellow talismans and cinnabar were the sort of supplies others surely possessed as well. At most, they simply lacked his crude little machine.