Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

[System notification: The safe haven has been destroyed. Only 24 hours remain until rescue arrives.]

[System notification: Airdrop bombing will begin in 4 hours. The target of this round of bombing is Sector F.]

[System Notification: The city is experiencing severe unrest, and the virus infectivity in the air has increased. The remaining 38 survivors will now be randomly teleported to a safe zone.]

……

In the live stream room on the 8th, viewers stayed up all night, buying beer, peanuts, duck necks, and chicken feet, ready to watch this epic battle.

[Family members, I'm back from livestream room 2. The jungle survival genre wasn't very interesting; this one is much more exciting and action-packed!]

[Livestream room number 10 was also just so-so. I only watched it because of the mirror twins. These twins were number one on last week's Rising Star Ranking, you've probably heard of them, right?]

[I just got back from stream room 4. Latest news: the captain of the Money Tree team is out. The rules of the 4th arena were designed to exploit his weaknesses at every turn; he suffered a terrible defeat.]

[Is this the Ghost God of Wealth's buff? So far, all of my teammates who participated in this bonus match, except for Qin Shaoyu himself, are dead?]

Sigh, let's not talk about them for now. Judging from the situation at Arena 8, it's questionable whether Qin Shaoyu will even survive to the end.

[These last 24 hours were pure apocalypse. Thank goodness I didn't overestimate myself and sign up for the huge reward. I would have died no matter which arena I entered. If I had entered arena number 8, I wouldn't even have been left with a complete corpse, turning directly into spring mud to protect the flowers... no, into minced meat.]

[This "dog-dick system" (I hope it won't get censored) is so despicable! At this point, they still have to pull off random teleportation. The zombies are completely besieging the city; isn't this clearly just trying to pick off the players one by one?]

[It's okay, don't panic. There are more skilled players in Arena 8. The more difficult the mechanics, the more visually spectacular they can create for us.]

"I'm definitely not worried. I'm not the one fighting the zombies; watching them is like watching a B-movie for me."

Since we're all going to the movie, we should contribute to the box office, right? How about we make a bet and see who gets first place in the overall ranking for Arena 8?

I'm sure the rewards for competition number 8 will be amazing! I'm already drooling with envy!

* * * * * *

Qin Shaoyu was teleported to the edge of the F zone, a special privilege usually reserved for those with D- luck.

Looking out, the bluish fog thickened, and in the distance lay the ruins of the bombed G district.

The air was filled with the bitter smell of burning, the smell of the end of the world.

Within sight, countless zombies were emerging from the doors and windows of buildings, from the corners of streets, and even from cracks in the ground.

There was no way out, neither in front nor behind. The only way to reunite with teammates was to fight our way out.

...Oh, right, he has teammates.

Fortunately, Yi Zanglan had foresight and reminded everyone to prepare before the safe haven failed, in order to avoid another system failure. She also distributed weapons, medicines, and food and water equally, giving each teammate some.

Qin Shaoyu touched the cartoon backpack on his back, which Tang Yunxi had found for him from the supermarket shelf; he also held the fire axe in his hand, which Yan Zhao had found and given to him.

He was confident that his new teammates wouldn't abandon him, provided he could keep up with the team.

If you want others to respect you, you should strive to become a strong person.

"Damn, my attack power is A+ now, how could I not kill a few zombies? Keep it up!"

He gritted his teeth, let out a loud shout, and charged suddenly towards the horde of zombies in front of him.

……

In the past, Qin Shaoyu would never have imagined that he could work so hard one day. Back then, he usually used opportunistic methods to achieve his goals, relying on extraordinary luck to get through countless games.

What does it mean? What is its significance?

He sometimes feels confused or lonely, but he doesn't know who to talk to because everyone is just being polite on the surface and no one is a true friend to him.

Am I really that bad?

Hey, as long as I'm alive, that's fine.

Moreover, with the title of Ghost God of Wealth already attached to him, there are plenty of players willing to recharge for him in the live stream. Isn't that enough?

No, that's not enough.

He actually wanted genuine recognition, but unfortunately, he never received it.

Even after reaching the Grandmaster level, he still felt unworthy. Countless times in the dead of night, he dreamed that he was still that petty thief who was trampled into the mud and could never reach the sunlit place.

...The roar of a motorcycle engine suddenly grew louder as it sped into the zombie encirclement, as if entering a zombie-free land.

Qin Shaoyu had just slain a jealous zombie; the slime corroded the back of his hand, and wisps of blue smoke instantly rose from it.

He subconsciously turned around and saw Shen Yubai with an incense stick in his mouth, rushing towards him.

"Get on the bus!"

Because he was chewing on incense, Shen Yubai's voice was a little muffled, but his hand reaching out to Qin Shaoyu was exceptionally firm.

Qin Shaoyu's eyes lit up, and without hesitation, he grabbed the other person's hand and jumped onto the back of the motorcycle.

"What brings you here!"

"As soon as I teleported, I saw the motorcycle we abandoned earlier," Shen Yubai said. "Lanlan and the others aren't in Sector F. I guess you're the unluckiest one and might be around here, so I came here to search first, just in case Sector F explodes later."

"……Thanks."

"Lanlan gave you the No. 1 potion, right? You're injured, give yourself an injection."

Qin Shaoyu had been fighting alone for half a day, suffering multiple scratches and bites, as well as being corroded by the slime. Although none of them were fatal, the infection intensity of the zombies varied, and his remaining mental energy was low, so he needed to hurry up and let the wounds heal, otherwise they would continue to get infected.

He took out a vial of medicine number 1 and gritted his teeth to inject it into his left upper arm.

He didn't know what the side effects of the medicine were, but after injecting only half of it, he suddenly felt like crying.

"Shen Yubai."

Shen Yubai, who was inexplicably called by his full name, replied, "Hmm?"

"Actually, you could have just pretended not to see me and given up on me," Qin Shaoyu muttered, his voice trembling with tears. "I stole your talent, and I only temporarily joined your team. You didn't have to come pick me up. You know, being a saint like you is a disadvantage in the game."

"I'm not a saint. If I can't save you, so be it. But if I can, I'll try." Shen Yubai sighed. "However, whether you survive to the end depends on your own abilities."

Don't you hate me?

"I wouldn't say I hate you, but I'm a little dissatisfied. So if there's an emergency later, please take the hit for me. You're more resilient right now."

"Don't worry, no problem. I still have basic loyalty!"

Qin Shaoyu readily agreed, but then belatedly realized something was amiss and looked around nervously.

At this moment, the motorcycles were moving freely, and the streets were almost full of zombies, but they showed no intention of attacking, as if the two people did not exist at all.

"Strange, can't they see us? Is it the incense stick you're carrying that's working?"

"Hmm," Shen Yubai responded calmly, "because I am a highly professional and top-notch perfumer."

"...Oh, I'm disrespectful."