Poverty makes me capable of anything.

An Ran smiled.

From the very beginning, the final round of invasion set up by Jiuge was a temptation for the examinees who were about to win.

Risks and opportunities coexist.

Taking a step back leads to a bright future.

But going any further could very well lead to an abyss.

The examinee does not know where the person in Morning Star is, and must actively reveal their own location.

This already involves a great risk. Since Jiuge believes the examinee can pass, it means that the Morning Star Resistance Army is likely not very strong, but of course, it won't be too weak either.

If it were outside the instance, Anran would never take that risk.

She's just a weak NPC; her life is at stake.

However, in the dungeon, Anran can be resurrected just like a regular player.

You have to fight to win.

Knowing when to back down and when to fight hard is the guiding principle that Anran currently follows.

Seek advantage and avoid harm.

5 points.

Ten minutes left.

Anran took a deep breath and adjusted her physical condition to its best.

She suddenly stood up from beside the window and then quickly squatted down.

No exception.

Anran repeated the action once more, and still nothing unusual happened.

The other party isn't here?

Anran changed her window.

Just as she was repeating it for the third time, a bullet flew in and blasted a deep hole in the wall.

Got you!

An Ran checked the time again.

At 5:53, there were only seven minutes left.

She unloaded all her other burdens and took out her rifle alone.

Effective range of 500 meters, plus red dot aiming.

Gunfights are more than enough.

It's just a matter of one bullet; it's either you or me!

However, An Ran was very cautious; she was worried that the other party might change the location.

At 5:57, An Ran quickly slipped away one last time.

"boom!"

An Ran broke out in a cold sweat when she saw a hole in her clothes.

However, judging from the trajectory of the bullet, it can be seen that the opponent was very confident and did not change positions.

That's enough.

It's impossible to plan everything perfectly, especially when dealing with thinking beings.

Health: 143/200.

The opponent wasn't using a sniper rifle or any special bullets. Unless you're hit in a vital spot, you shouldn't die instantly. Just bear with it for the last two minutes.

Then let's rely on our skills and luck!

I have a feeling that their strength today is unexpectedly strong.

Anran assumed a aiming posture and then suddenly darted out.

Sure enough, in the area she was aiming at with the red dot, a black figure holding a gun appeared.

Adjust your center position; the target is the chest, which is easier to hit.

Ran Anran pulled the trigger without hesitation.

She saw that the person on the other side had also pulled the trigger.

But she couldn't dodge at that moment, otherwise her hand would tremble and the shot would definitely miss.

"boom!"

"Countdown: 60 second!"

"rustle!"

"59 seconds!"

"brush--"

Two bullets slid out of the barrel one after the other.

Besides the countdown in the narration, An Ran seemed to hear the explosion of a bullet piercing the air.

She tried her best to dodge to the side, but her reaction was too slow.

"Well--"

An Ran let out a muffled groan, then fell straight to the ground.

Although it missed slightly, the bullet still landed near the heart.

With a loud "thump!", the floorboards were pounded.

"-76."

Unseen by An Ran, her health points dropped by 76 points instantly, and she entered a bleeding state. Her stamina and health points were decreasing.

"32 seconds!"

"31 seconds!"

However, An Ran didn't feel any particular pain in the dungeon; it was just that the process of her physical strength being drained from her body made her feel empty.

An Ran's gaze remained fixed on the newly brought-up panel.

1/1.

Did it miss?

An Ran blinked once.

When she looked again, the first 1 had quietly turned into a 0.

"Points +1".

Become!

An Ran's face lit up with a happy smile.

Next, you just have to survive until the countdown ends.

Even if we can't stop the bleeding, we should at least slow it down.

An Ran stretched out her hands and pressed them against her chest.

Reduced pain perception can be a good thing sometimes.

"17 seconds!"

Anran's consciousness began to blur.

Cheer up!

She told herself that it would be a huge loss to die and have to start over if there were only 17 seconds left.

But I still feel sleepy.

Anran began to let her thoughts wander.

I pressed my hand against my chest, but I still couldn't really feel the bulge.

Sure enough, my breasts are as small as they look.

But it's not that exaggerated, at least not as exaggerated as a steel plate.

It's not a big deal for A.

It also has fewer unnecessary features.

Even if you prefer letters further back, there is still hope.

Even if there is no hope, advanced science and technology can forcibly create hope.

Hey, hey, hey, what am I even thinking about?

An Ran started to silently complain.

She's been in the game for a while now, has something wrong with her thinking?

"1 seconds!"

"0 seconds!"

Ok?

The countdown suddenly ended, and An Ran was stunned for a moment before hearing several notification sounds in her ear.

"Congratulations on completing your mission objective: ensuring the retired high-ranking official survives until dawn!"

"You have killed 29 Morning Star Rebels, earning 29 points."

"You have successfully eliminated all the invaders from the Morning Star Resistance, score +50."

"Your total score exceeds 50 points, and you have been awarded the title: Phantom Hunter Lv1."

"Mission [Nine Songs' Assessment] completed, 3000 basic experience points gained. Score: 79 points, bonus experience points: 7900!"