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Chapter 500 Stress
"I'm alive?"

Barthes's backup personality looked bewildered. He first glanced at the original body, read the damaged information, and after confirming that he wouldn't die anytime soon, he looked up at the quadcopter drone.
He quickly said, "I am Bartmos, Lv27, and belong to the Whale Song Guild. Half an hour ago, I and three other players were on a Tremor quest when we encountered otherworldly superhumans and a battle broke out."

The other three humans besides myself were captured; I survived thanks to a special item.

To increase credibility, the backup personality pointed to the strip-shaped metal implant on the forehead of the original personality, projecting the item description.

【Item Name: Stress Escape Pod】

[Type: Tool]

[Quality: perfect]

[Special Effect: Emergency Escape. After receiving fatal damage, instantly teleport to a random location within a 500-kilometer radius. Prioritize safe locations far from the source of the damage.]

[Consumption: None]

Cooldown period: 3 months

[Usage requirements: Over 80% of the body and over 30% of the brain must be prosthetic bodies]

[Note: I will die after stress.]

The amount of information in this passage was truly enormous. Claudia's pupils dilated, and she exclaimed, "Otherworld players? What level are they? How many are there?"

The existence of the other world is no secret among mid-to-high-level players, and major guilds have long been secretly releasing information and laying the groundwork through various channels.

But is this like extraterrestrial life? Has it come? Tathagata. Has it really come? Tathagata.

It is in a quantum superposition state of Schrödinger's cat for a long time.

Bartmos is currently Lv27, and the teammates he's matched with must be quite strong, yet they were easily captured and eliminated, with no time to even quit, leaving only him to escape.
Knowing the situation was urgent, the backup personality didn't waste any words and immediately projected the battle video.

Considering that the neural reaction speed of high-level superhumans is far beyond that of ordinary people, the video was played at 7x speed.

The scene shows four human players, including Bartmores, walking through a primeval forest.

Thanks to the advance reconnaissance by flying magical pets, the group maintained a relaxed yet tense attitude, chatting and laughing along the way.

It wasn't until a rather unattractive swordsman in ancient attire activated his sixth sense and released his scanning skill that he discovered a creature that was half mushroom and half tree-man, hidden among the upper levels of the treetops, secretly monitoring his side.

The scan results showed that the other party, like himself, had a player panel.

As the scanning range expands, in addition to the mushroom people, a griffin, an octopus, and a rabbit-like subhuman are lurking in the high sky, lakes, and underground of the primeval forest, respectively.

Being followed and stalked by a high-level non-human player in the killing field is just as terrifying as waking up to find yourself taking an exam.

Based on the slightly unusual composition of the air, it is suspected to be toxic gas.

A human player reacted immediately and launched an attack, and a battle was about to break out.

The four alien players were prepared and unleashed their domain skills, taking down two of them first and severely injuring Bartmos. The highest-level ancient swordsman fought back fiercely but was eventually overwhelmed and defeated.

In the end, only Bartmore escaped.

The white horse tombstone took a deep breath and announced the information of several human players in the scene: "Rolling Stone, Lv26, belongs to the Monster Alliance."

Deina, Lv27, belongs to the Russian Security Service.

Wanli Fengdao, Lv33, an unofficial bounty hunter for the Special Affairs Bureau. Although his level isn't high, he's a veteran player from the 0.5 batch. The average lifespan of deceased bodybuilders in the real world is 47.7 years, with drug use lasting between ten and twenty years.

The average lifespan of players is only two and a half years, which is even shorter than that of bodybuilders. To survive for more than four years since the start of the killing field is indeed considered "very old" among extraordinary individuals.

"To be able to deal with you so easily, the average level of those otherworldly creatures must be at least Lv30."

Reyes seized on the suspicious point and frowned as he asked Bartmore, "Why are you still here instead of going back to the real world to report to someone?"

"First, I am currently in a backup form of my personality, without player privileges, and cannot use the main character's panel functions."

Second, among those captured was my friend Deina. She was a hacker agent for the Russian Federal Security Service.

Bartmore's backup personality took a deep breath and said rapidly, "The battle took place twenty minutes ago. I should have moved 500 kilometers from my initial position."

I can't force you to help me, I can only plead with you all, for the sake of us being all human beings on Earth, to lend a hand.

The four players and Gray Rain on the pirate ship exchanged glances. The idea of ​​"giving each other a hand" was rather vague, with too many options.

Send another drone carrying a treatment scroll to give Bartmos an emergency first aid and restore his mobility as a form of assistance.

Temporarily halt your own mission progress, disperse in other directions, and search for signal stations or temporary bases set up by large guilds in the killing field entities. Then, try to get reinforcements from these large guilds – that would be considered helping them.
Posting pictures of Bartommos's serious injury on forums, Weibo, Douban, and Xiaohongshu with the caption "The rope always breaks at its thinnest point, and misfortune always finds the unfortunate. Please donate money to help my family member Bartommos, otherwise I won't be able to drive a Maybach," can also be considered a form of help.
While I was pondering this, a sudden change occurred.

A deafening rumble echoed from the depths of the abyss, and a massive shadow approached from afar, hurtling towards Bartmos.

The quadcopter immediately swooped down and turned on its high-beam flashlight to illuminate the darkness.

It was a soft-bodied creature comparable in size to the vampire octopus in the movie "Deep Rising," with hundreds of bluish-black tentacles covered in thorns. When all the tentacles were spread out, their size was comparable to that of a 10,000-ton warship.

Its pale green head was adorned with two truck-like orange-yellow eyeballs. The surprise that flashed in its eyes upon seeing the drone's appearance was ample proof of its high intelligence and skillful use of extraordinary powers—more precisely, telekinesis similar to Zhao Zijing's.
To make oneself fly lightly through the abyss.

Click!

The quadcopter was crushed to pieces by telekinesis, and the video signal was cut off. The last image seen was an orange-eyed octopus lunging at Bartmouth and swallowing her whole.

Without time to hesitate, Li Sheng took out the [Tron Chronicles Chariot] from his backpack and tossed it to Gray Rain. He then flashed to the deck and, after a quick aim, delivered a lightning-fast elbow strike!

boom!
The air is violently compressed by the expansion space, forming two high-speed moving high-pressure combustion fire walls.

The Black Pearl was only grazed by the aftershocks, yet the entire ship's defensive array was on the verge of collapse, and the deck planks were charred black.

Reyes, the White Horse Tombstone, and Claudia burst out of the cabin; there was no trace of the ant.

"This is so unteam-like! Why are you going alone?!"

Claudia's face turned pale and then flushed. Ant was a madman capable of elbowing London single-handedly, and also a highly intelligent madman with off-the-charts combat skills. Without him, the Tremor mission would most likely fail.

The sound of an engine came from behind her. Turning around, Claudia saw Gray Rain and the White Horse Tombstone again. She had already mounted the Tron vehicle and switched the motorcycle into a two-seater jet fighter mode.
He blurted out instinctively, "Tombstone, what about you too?"

“Mr. Ant saved my life before, so I can’t abandon him out of both gratitude and reason.”

The white horse tombstone said in a deep voice, "Miss Gray Rain, let's start."

"it is good!"

Hui Yu gripped the fighter jet's control stick with an air of bravado, forgetting that he had just graduated from elementary school and knew absolutely nothing about flying. He pulled back, and the fighter jet immediately reversed, crashing into a pile of instruments and equipment on the pirate ship's bridge with a clanging sound.

(End of this chapter)