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Chapter 498 Drifting
The abyss was extremely empty and boundless. When we first drove down, it was fine; we could hear the whistling wind. But as we continued to descend, the surrounding environment became completely silent, as if we were in a soundproof chamber made of fiberglass sound insulation cotton.

Worse still, there was no light in the abyss. Standing on the deck and looking around, all one could see was endless darkness, and one's mind involuntarily imagined something lurking in the darkness.

Even from the perspective and mindset of an extraordinary person, this experience is by no means wonderful.

So, after a brief discussion, the players moved to the spacious bridge below the deck.

The Black Pearl is expensive and well-equipped, using a diesel engine combined with a lithium battery power system, giving it a range of up to half a month. It also carries a multi-functional radar based on sorcery (capable of detecting high-speed targets hundreds of kilometers away, as well as scanning nearby terrain with lidar).

Reyes turned off all visible lights on the exterior of the ship, turned on the radar and engine noise reduction modes, and finally activated automatic navigation, guiding the ship to follow the direction of the radar navigation system.

One hour, two hours.

The journey was uneventful. Since Li Sheng had nothing better to do, he simply took out an Iranian-made Shahd-136 drone (nicknamed "Little Motorcycle") and started tightening screws.

"I'm here to help you."

Without saying a word, Gray Rain picked up a screwdriver and poked the drone twice, nearly puncturing the warhead containing 50 kilograms of high explosives.

"Stop, stop." Li Sheng's eyelids twitched, and he said irritably, "The system gave us 72 hours for this mission, so we have plenty of time to travel. If you're bored, go do your homework or play on your phone."

"I've finished my homework, and I don't want to use my phone right now."

"Hmm? What's gotten into you?"

Li Sheng paused for a moment while screwing in the screws. Hui Yu's internet addiction was comparable to that of teenagers in internet cafes in the early 2000s when "Legend of Mir" and "World of Warcraft" were first introduced to China.

It emphasizes a timeless design that blends seamlessly with the sofa.

"this."

Huiyu took out her phone, and on the screen was the CG of Zhongli from Genshin Impact. She took a deep breath and said in shock, "Zhongli's battle of wits after faking his death is divine. I couldn't sleep at night after watching it. The aftereffects are too strong. My brain hasn't recovered yet. I'm still tense and can't stop thinking. No one can surpass him in terms of wits."

What the hell? How the hell did you figure out about a battle of wits from the CG cutscenes?
It crushes Liar and surpasses The Ravages of Time; Gambling Apocalypse isn't invincible, is it?

Li Sheng, his face covered in sweat and looking like a soybean, said, "If you're really too free, you can preview the next stage of the course."

"Forget it then."

Gray Rain decisively rejected the idea and turned her attention to other directions on the bridge.

At this moment, Reyes was wearing Bluetooth headphones and resting with his eyes closed, while Claudia was still flipping through the magic book.
The white horse tombstone, dressed in a simple white shirt, sits on a gym machine, effortlessly bench-pressing a barbell filled with super-heavy alloy weight plates.

As a melee-type superhuman, her physique is quite powerful, with full, taut muscles and clear, deep lines as if cleaved by a knife or axe.

The severe injuries she sustained over the years left deep scars on her body: sword wounds, gunshot wounds, burns, bites from wild animals, and acid and alkali burns. It's unbelievable how she survived so many near-death experiences.

Perhaps noticing the stares of others, White Horse Tombstone sat up from the bench press, continuing to lift the barbell with his right hand, while taking a sip of his energy drink with his left, and said to Gray Rain in a friendly manner, "Want to try?"

"No, I'm afraid I'll get too muscular."

Leaving aside how nanomechanics can build such a strong physique, Gray Rain asked curiously, "Um, were the scars on your body intentionally left?" The cosmetic surgery business in the slums is quite sophisticated, with technical expertise even surpassing that of Korean beauty clinics, ranging from minor procedures like liposuction and breast augmentation, and maxillofacial surgery, to major procedures like replacing prosthetic bodies and limbs, and even reconstructive surgery.

Goblins and kobolds can be transformed into handsome men and beautiful women, and whether they are ancient-style fairies or seductive fox demons, it can be achieved on the appearance level alone.

"Ah."

The white horse tombstone casually remarked, "Injuries are too common for melee-type superhumans; they're used to it. And since broken bones and muscles heal themselves, they'll be even more resilient than before."

Claudia paused as she flipped through the magic book, her gaze lifting slightly from the pages.

The woman on the tombstone spoke casually, as if she were mentioning a trivial matter. But anyone who had read the related news reports knew how dangerous it was.

The region in which the White Horse Tombstone was located at the time was plagued by official corruption and incompetence, rampant gangs controlled by superhumans, and infiltration by external financial magnates, all aiming to turn Eastern Europe into a source of instability, artificially creating chaos and even war.
Like raising poisonous insects, it continuously generates player potential for multinational conglomerates to harvest.

In that perilous environment, the White Horse Tombstone, who grew up listening to various tragic folk tales of Romania after the collapse of the Eastern Bloc, refused to compromise or surrender. He single-handedly took down the superhuman criminal organization, eliminating every agent of external forces (usually in the form of politicians, compradors, public intellectuals, NGOs, etc.) through open or covert means.

The guild led by European Heavy Industries was quite annoyed by this. She escaped several times when they issued kill orders. When they wanted to send a team of high-level superhuman assassins, the latter had already accumulated prestige and had a wide range of supporters even within the Global Supernatural Alliance, so they had to give up.

Many Romanian parliamentarians who knew of the player's existence wanted to push her into politics, but she refused, saying, "Actually, I never went to school."

From a personal perspective, Claudia quite admires the White Horse Tombstone. This admiration seems to have evolved into a small fan group within the Witch Alliance, where a group of people write fan fiction and comics featuring Tombstone as the protagonist, make doll pillows, and hold tea parties with the dolls every now and then.

If an unsuspecting outsider were to see this, they would surely suspect that some kind of evil witch ritual was being performed.

Hmm. Speaking of which, with so many fans of White Horse Tombstone, is it possible that she's actually not a melee fighter, but rather a charm-type superhuman?
Just as Claudia was thinking casually, a red alarm light suddenly lit up inside the bridge, and a green dot clearly appeared on the ship's phased array radar panel next to Reyes.

All players instantly went on high alert. White Horse Tombstone put the barbell back into his backpack, wiped the sweat off his body with a towel, and said in a deep voice, "Is there an enemy attack?"

".no."

Reyes stared intently at the radar panel, his tone revealing his astonishment. "It's a distress signal from another player. Slanting downwards, about 150 kilometers away."

The physical space of the killing field is so vast that, within the range explored by human superhumans alone, it is as large as the solar system, with a diameter of 360 billion kilometers. Even traveling at the speed of light, it would take 14 days to reach it.

If it's a regular battlefield exploration where players encounter each other, that's somewhat possible. After all, everyone's starting point is a major guild stronghold.

But this is a Tremor mission, and all players are randomly teleported. The probability of them meeting is roughly the same as two messages in bottles colliding in the ocean, or the Chinese national football team reaching the World Cup final.

Claudia reacted quickly, her brows furrowing as she asked, "Could it be a trap?"

"Hard to say."

Reyes pressed a few buttons on the radar control panel. "The radar shows that the distress signal is coming from the standard personal terminals provided by GOC to various guilds."

Based on the specific frequency, the holder is Bartmos of [Whale Song].

(End of this chapter)