Buddhist player

Cold, deathly silent...

He breathed on his palm and automatically put down the gasoline can.

For some reason, the surrounding temperature started to drop sharply just now, and the air I breathed felt like cold iron, drilling straight into my lungs.

Even with his "physical constitution" of 49 points, he was having trouble keeping up.

Moreover, the fog seems to have become thicker than before...?

Squinting, Quantum suddenly looked up into the distance.

The fog seemed alive, slowly churning forward.

As far as the eye could see, everything was a hazy white expanse. The outlines of the gray houses were crooked and twisted in the fog, their windows dark and hollow, like withered eye sockets.

There was no one in sight, no sound; the entire town was eerily quiet, as if he were the only person left.

"I knew it wouldn't be this easy... Blood mist, black mist, what's next?"

Somewhat annoyed, the quantum brake kicked the empty gasoline can aside. The metal rolled twice on the ground, making a muffled sound that was quickly swallowed by the fog without leaving an echo.

Although their progress seems decent so far, the actual progress is worrying. While they have figured out many things, they still know nothing about this town.

The ever-shrinking deadline was like a death knell, relentlessly chasing after them, not to mention the lord lurking in the shadows.

The big boss hasn't even really appeared yet, and their team has already lost more than half of its members. The condition of the team's top members is also worrying. Although that little girl provided them with a way to clear the level, firstly, the risks are unknown, and secondly, who knows if what she said is correct?

"Forget it, if the sky falls, there are tall people in front to hold it up. Why am I making such a fuss here..."

After thinking for a while without any results and finding that his thoughts were becoming more anxious, he patted his head and turned around abruptly.

Even the road surface seemed to be affected by this strange fog; it felt sticky underfoot, giving people an extremely disgusting feeling.

Ignoring all these unpleasant things, I got on my motorcycle, turned on the throttle, and activated the quantum automatic brake.

Due to individual differences, coupled with the freedom to customize skill cards, each player's development path is different. For example, he customized his development path as a "survival tank build".

He might not have much combat power, but when it comes to survival skills, he believes no one at his level can compare to him.

Generally speaking, once you've had some contact with a player, you can roughly figure out their system and playstyle. But even though he'd been in contact with a certain expert in the team for a while, he still couldn't figure out what system that expert was using.

There is an unseen helper who can seal items and even humans into cards and then take them out to use at will... a kind of unconventional summoner?

While pondering this in his mind, Quantum Auto-Action, who had already returned to the house, reached out and pushed open the door in front of him.

"Alright, it's basically finished. When do you plan to start...!?"

Before he could finish speaking, his body suddenly swayed, and a familiar feeling that he had experienced before quickly surged into his heart again.

The next second, like a machine that had been unwound, he fell to the ground face-first while still in the motion of reaching out to push a door.

Wait... what kind of strange development is this?

For a moment, Quantum Self-Ignition was quite bewildered.

"Zombie potion... Did you develop this all by yourself?"

Just as Quantum Self-Awakening was in a daze, a thoughtful voice came from the living room in front.

"Of course, this is the effect of my talent [Pharmacopoeia], which allows me to develop and quickly concoct various drugs. This potion is not very stable yet, and the cost is extremely high. Not only does it cost five thousand game coins to produce a single one, but the trigger condition is also skin-to-skin contact, so it's kind of useless. However, it's still pretty good for ambushing people."

Immediately afterwards, another voice rang out in the hall.

"So, I've shown my sincerity. What about yours?"

He tried to turn his eyes, and Quantum suddenly looked toward the source of the sound, but because of the angle, he couldn't see anything there because his face was covered... at most, he just rolled his eyes.

"To be honest, I thought you would save him."

Turning his gaze away from the quantum self-bracing, Luo Dali looked thoughtfully at the righteous person in front of him.

"What, do I look like a good person?"

Meeting the other person's gaze, Bai Chen shrugged.

"Let alone the fact that one partner is enough, I have no relation to that guy, so why should I risk offending him? Anyway, I'm handing him over to you, so you can do whatever you want with him."

After a brief pause, Luo Dali didn't say anything more. Instead, he walked to the side of the quantum self-braking device, bent down, and picked up the spiked club next to it.

In this data-driven gaming world, the fastest way to successfully capture a player is to make them experience death.

Without much hesitation, Luo Dali picked up the spiked club and smashed it straight at the other man's head.

Although this guy seems to be very tough, the Qingyi ritual can break through the opponent's defenses. Although the spoils of war have been hidden somewhere by someone, he still recorded the opponent's data.

Given that his opponent is currently unable to move, he could kill him with a single blow.

That's what he thought, and that's what he did.

...and then he was sent flying backwards.

"Don't look at me. The zombie potion only makes him unable to move; it can't seal his skills. You know my level, so looking at me won't help you."

Bai Chen remained calm as Luo Dali climbed out of the trash and looked at him expressionlessly, handing a peeled apple to Xiao Qi beside him.

"But it's alright, the zombie potion actually lasts for quite a long time, you have enough time to kill the opponent."

In complete silence, the little girl took the apple he offered, but didn't eat it. Instead, she held it tightly in her hand... and at the same time, gripped his hand tightly.

"..."

After a brief silence, and without any intention of picking up the spiked club, Luo Dali got up from the ground and returned to the sofa.

"What, do you need me to provide poison?"

Bai Chen looked up and glanced at the other person.

"However, let me state in advance that because my level is very low, my poison will most likely have no effect on him; at most, it will only make him soil his pants."

"No need, there will be plenty of time to deal with him later."

Looking up at him, Luo Dali had a blank expression.

It seems they've switched to a different operating mode; since the showdown, the other party's expression has hardly changed.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Hmm... let's chat for a bit first."

After thinking for a moment, Bai Chen put down the fruit knife in his hand.

"Places like yours should all have a general name, right? Could you tell me?"

"A general term?"

A slight, disdainful smile seemed to rise at the corners of Luo Dali's lips as he gave his reply.

"This is [the nest]."