Courtyard House: My Time Travel is a Bit Too Strong

Ma Huyou and Song Shuer followed behind Lin Quan without saying a word.

The team cleared out the zombies as they retreated.

Li Xiaolong, who considered himself exceptionally skilled, was surrounded and killed by several zombies that pounced on him at a corner.

Lin Quan's strength is limited; charging forward would be tantamount to suicide.

Ma Huyou didn't even lift his eyelids; Du Fenze was about to turn around when his legs went weak and he was knocked to the ground by a zombie that pounced on him from behind... In the blink of an eye, his throat was torn open and he was eaten up, leaving only half of his body.

Back in the train carriage, Lin Quan casually picked up the metal box, flicked it with his fingertips, and quietly hid a vial of serum inside.

"One for each person, this stuff is like an antidote."

He distributed the remaining few to Ryan, James, and...

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Muffled thuds exploded one after another, making the floor vibrate.

"What's that noise?" James frowned and looked up.

"It's probably a big one." Lin Quan shrugged, his tone nonchalant, as if he really didn't know.

Before the words were even finished, everyone took off running. Lickers burst through the passage, mercenaries fell one after another, and gunfire erupted in chaos.

Lin Quan stayed close to Alice the whole time, facing many dangers, but he never got hit.

Of the six players, only Lin Quan, Ma Huyou, and Song Shuer remain standing. Li Xiaochuan, Li Xiaolong, and Du Fenze are all dead.

Li Xiaochuan, relying on his familiarity with the plot, insisted on going into the laser tunnel, only to be instantly killed by the first beam of light.

According to the original storyline, Kaplan was supposed to manually cut off the power when the mesh laser was about to touch the door frame. However, a single word or action from the player could cause the characters in the story to stray by half a step... Kaplan hesitated for two seconds, and then, not a single person in the passage was left alive.

Lin Quan saw through it all, but didn't stop him. Li Xiaochuan was determined to rummage through things inside, and there was no point in trying to stop him or arguing.

After the crawler appeared, James was the first to be hit, followed closely by Kaplan, whose neck was completely torn off.

Lin Quan didn't fight back; he just kept his eyes glued to Alice's back, never leaving her side.

More than ten minutes passed, and only Alice and Rain remained standing among the main characters, while the main quest completion notification silently appeared.

Suddenly, the view cleared, and when I looked again, I found myself standing in the center of a large, domed hall.

A basketball-sized ball of light, shimmering with a deep blue hue, hung directly above.

"Li Xiaochuan?" Lin Quan stopped in his tracks.

"Each person has two lives." Li Xiaochuan stood under the sphere of light, his voice hoarse.

Red Queen sold for 10,000; T-virus serum for 1,000; a zombie finger for 1,000; eight ordinary zombies for 8 points; rescuing James for 5,000; fixing the short-circuited wire for 5,000; newbie gift pack for 100... Lin Quan's account balance: 22108.

Li Xiaolong used brute force to kill fifty-seven zombies, scoring fifty-seven points.

All three lost their lives. The main storyline wasn't completed, and none of them received the 1000-point reward.

"Lin Quan, how much do you want?" Li Xiaochuan grinned, his eyes devoid of any warmth.

"Ten thousand for the Red Queen, one thousand for the serum, and one thousand for the finger," Lin Quan answered bluntly.

"Lend me five thousand; I have the plot of the next world." Li Xiaochuan took half a step forward.

"I want to buy something. If there's anything left after I buy it, I'll give it to you." Lin Quan's tone was calm, without any inflection or perfunctory manner... We were classmates for two years in college, and after we parted ways, we went our separate ways. Before blocking each other on WeChat, he even clicked "This person is not your friend" three times. Politeness is the limit for this kind of classmate.

Li Xiaochuan turned to Ma Huyou: "Mr. Ma, want to borrow some? I guarantee you'll be right about the next world intelligence."

Ma Huyou's nickname is Ma Huyou, and his life's work is all about "making others fooled by him." Hearing this, he just crumpled the cigarette pack and didn't respond.

"Beautiful lady, can you do me a favor?" He then looked at Song Shu'er.

"I don't even have enough for myself." Song Shuer shook her head, her fingers gripping the backpack strap tightly, and didn't look at it a second time.

With a thought, Lin Quan saw a semi-transparent light screen appear before his eyes... God's Shop.

In addition to the homepage, there are seven sections: Technology, Cultivation, Magic, Martial Arts, Bloodline, Physique, and Superpowers.

A quick glance reveals that cultivation techniques start at 10,000 points; skills, abilities, martial arts, and spells can all be upgraded by adding points; only the main cultivation technique requires personal training.

Whether cultivation can ultimately lead to success is still uncertain.

His mind went blank, and the page automatically flipped.

"Space ring, inner diameter one cubic meter, one thousand points." ...Practical, I bought it.

My fingertips felt slightly cool, and a dark, heavy ring appeared on the ring finger of my left hand.

A few minutes later, I spent another thousand to get a Desert Eagle with unlimited ammo.

With the gun in hand, the pressure was solid and the recoil was incredibly stable.

In about ten minutes, I spent another thousand to exchange for Xingyi Five Elements Fist.

The moment the thought crossed my mind, the entire set of boxing principles, power generation, countering moves, and responses became so clear that I didn't even need to think about it.

"22108 minus 3000 leaves 18108."

He gritted his teeth and spent 10,000 points to exchange for fire-type abilities.

"Upgrade from level zero to level one, one thousand."

A tiny flame flickered at his fingertips, then vanished in an instant. His body remained unchanged, but his soul attribute jumped from 95 to 258.

"Daily cultivation time, 10 points."

He paused, then swiped 7108 and bought 300 days' worth of tickets.

"It takes 5,000 points to go back to reality, and you can only stay for three days... Going back now would be a complete waste of points. Survival depends on strength, and the next mission world will be the real test. If you really want to leave the God Realm, you need to accumulate 50,000 points."

With a thought, the points bar jumped to 4108.

"The housing is perfect; I absolutely have to buy it."

With another thought, he deducted 100, and Lin Quan now owned an additional private residence.

"One cent a case of bottled water, one cent a case of compressed biscuits, one cent a meal..."

After a moment's thought, he swept up two boxes of water and a box of cookies, and with a light tap of his finger, the items disappeared directly into his spatial ring.

There are 4005 points left, I'll hold onto them for now.

After closing the God's Shop interface, Lin Quan stepped into his own house.

The room was empty. The thought had barely formed when the sofa appeared, followed by the bathtub, the meditation room, the kitchen, and the bedroom, one after another, settling in silently.

"Three hundred days, it all comes down to this one gamble."

Upon entering the training room, he subtly moved his mind, and rows of targets were erected.

"Where is he?" Ma Feng turned his head and found that Lin Quan had disappeared.

"One hundred points, enough to buy a new house," Li Xiaochuan replied casually.

After carrying her things, Song Shu'er vanished in a flash.

Ma Feng bought a gun, some dry food, and a house. He chatted casually with Li Xiaochuan and Li Xiaolong for a few minutes before turning around and going inside.

Gunshots rang out incessantly inside the house, bullets whizzing by.

After firing over twenty shots, only one shot hit the bullseye.

After a dozen minutes, his arms started to ache, so he switched to practicing fire-based abilities.

"At most, I can throw twenty-five fireballs in one go, but the power of a single one is less than that of a hand grenade."

"One point for each grenade, and I spent 11,000 points on this ability. In the end, I lost a lot of money."

He took a breath and steadied himself in the Xingyi San Ti stance.

Three hundred days of training is equivalent to ten months of rigorous, hands-on practice. If you push yourself to the limit, you'll always be much stronger than you are now.

After each mission world ends, you are only given three days to catch your breath before you have to move on to the next one.

The cultivation time purchased with points flows at a rate ten thousand times faster than outside... Ten thousand days inside are equivalent to only one day outside.

Before I could even last three minutes, my calves were already trembling and throbbing with excruciating pain.

He gritted his teeth and persevered, until he collapsed to his knees.