Lucky billion players, you've never seen one before / I can accumulate my own luck

At this moment, she was using a disguise; her appearance was unremarkable, and her figure was also unremarkable.

After confirming that there was no danger in the surroundings, Fan Yinyue quickly moved towards the outer wall of the A6 base.

With her A-level psionic abilities, she quickly escaped the range of the random entrance to the dungeon.

As the dungeon boss moved away, the open door closed.

Vanshaw lost his connection to reality and could no longer give commands to Alpha.

He simply returned to his own instance and waited patiently.

……

Liulan Mansion.

In the office on the second floor of the east side, Shash Sen, with a gloomy expression, reached out and interrupted the work report of the head of the intelligence department.

He cut to the chase and asked, "Just give me the conclusion: is everyone here?"

"Apart from the necessary remaining forces, almost all the players who could come from other bases have come."

The intelligence chief said respectfully, "We followed your instructions, Lord Mori, and did everything very discreetly. We also instructed the players who came to act as quietly as possible. However... such a large-scale operation is unlikely to be kept secret if someone is determined to investigate."

He paused, then his tone became more serious as he said, "There's one more thing... Many players who have arrived here have developed a sense of resistance, mostly low-level players. Lord Sen, we suspect that these resistant players are being instigated by B-level players from various bases, and they are very dissatisfied with this emergency mobilization."

"Hmph! A bunch of scoundrels who only know how to scheme and plot!"

Shash Sen's eyes turned icy: "Tell them directly that they have to stay here until I leave Base A1. Anyone who dares to cause trouble or contradict me, I'll kill them!"

"...Should I relay the exact words?"

"The intelligence chief asked."

He wanted to remind his boss that doing so would be detrimental to future management.

However, he dared not say such things now.

"Just relay what I said!" Shash Sen waved his hand: "Go down."

With my own life hanging in the balance, how can I care about future development?

If anyone dares to cause trouble, he wouldn't mind making an example of them!

Section 019 is the pigsty he built!

It's time for these pigs to put to good use.

“Cassandra, and that guy…!”

Once he was alone in the office, Shash Sen could no longer suppress his emotions and gritted his teeth, saying, "Why is there still no movement! Have they found out the situation and dared not come, or are they waiting for an opportunity?"

The former is better!

It would be best if they were afraid of him and never dared to approach Base A1 again.

No... there's no reason to guard against thieves for a thousand days!

Shash Sen quickly adjusted his mindset.

Now is not the time to run away.

"Hurry up and come here! Even if it means sacrificing most of the base's population, I will wipe you all out!"

He said in a sinister tone.

Wait three more days!

If there is still no movement after three days, he will gather a group of ordinary people from various bases and kill some every other day to force the other side to show up!

……

A1 Base Main Urban Area.

Inside a café with a low-key yet luxurious decor, imbued with the charm of a bygone era.

Dr. Zhuang was sitting at a corner table by the floor-to-ceiling window, enjoying coffee brewed by the owner himself while browsing through books in section 019.

At one point, he seemed to sense something, raised his head, and looked ahead.

A gentle lady, dressed in an elegant long dress and with waist-length hair, appeared at the opposite table.

It was Gu Hange.

Gu Hange looked down at her newly done manicure and asked casually, "How's it going?"

“Shash Sen’s trap is complete. The base is now teeming with B and C-level players. However…”

Dr. Zhuang put down his book, glanced at the exquisite pocket watch on the table, and a thoughtful expression appeared on his refined face: "Cassandra, Van Helsing... It's been almost eight days since they were pulled into the instance, but they still haven't left the instance and appeared in partition 019... That's a bit abnormal."

He had already seen through Huiying's purpose.

The echo, Cassandra, and Van Helsing stand on absolute opposites, their contradictions irreconcilable.

Therefore, the purpose of Huiying pulling these two into the instance could not have been to help them escape, but rather for some other purpose.

Opening a dungeon and using the rules and gameplay to kill Van Helsing—that's what Shadow will most likely do.

The "Mone Tower" instance is only open for three days. If she succeeded, she would definitely have appeared by now.

In other words... she failed.

The dungeons have probably changed hands by now.

However, Van Helsing and Subject 9, Cassandra, have never shown up.

Dr. Zhuang sighed softly, "As expected of someone sent by the destroyer of a nation. Van Helsing probably already knows about us... no, I should say he knows about my existence."

"Right now, barring any unforeseen circumstances, he is making preparations for fighting me."

Yes, he believed that Van Helsing did not take the opportunity to escape, but was secretly preparing a major move for him.

Dr. Zhuang had already figured out that the person behind Van Helsing was the Destroyer of Nations, so he was prepared to give the other party face if he had no other choice. If the Destroyer of Nations appeared, he would run away immediately; if the Destroyer of Nations did not show up, he would naturally not give up on a player who was suspected to be an A-level psychic.

But Van Helsing was unaware of his thoughts.

The other side probably thought that he would continue to pursue them indefinitely, and that running away was pointless. In order to make him give up, a demonstration-style battle was inevitable.

No, it's not a protest... If we can kill him, of course it would be better to kill him.

If we can't kill them, we'll settle for second best and treat it as a demonstration.

After demonstrating their strength, they then revealed their background; only in this way could they be persuasive and intimidating, thus forcing him to back down—that's probably what the other party was planning.

Thinking about this, Dr. Zhuang became more interested.

"You want to attack me? ... That's interesting. I'll play along."

His mind hasn't changed.

As long as the destruction of the country doesn't occur, he's determined to recruit Subject 9.

The value of a person's spiritual power is self-evident, especially if they are someone valued by a nation that is about to be destroyed.

Moreover, besides the No. 9 experimental subject... that Van Helsing, a low-level player from Gu Hange's hometown, was actually involved in the destruction of a country. He was genuinely curious about the reason behind it.

However, with Gu Hange present, he wouldn't reveal his thoughts.

"Is this a fight, not a flight?"

Gu Hange looked thoughtful and said gently, "It seems he wants to show off; he's quite confident."

"He can fight against Shash Sen, who is blessed by the Alfonso Temple, either because he also possesses an A-grade item, or... he has an A-grade talent, or psionic energy."

Dr. Zhuang smiled and said, "A-level abilities are too rare, so he certainly has the right to be confident and arrogant."

"I hope he can successfully put you at a disadvantage, so I can take the opportunity to kill you..." Gu Hange revealed a captivating smile and said, "That's quite a cute idea."

"Hehe, it's quite... um?"

Before Dr. Zhuang could finish speaking, his attention was drawn to the commotion outside the coffee shop.

A battle between players was taking place in the distance, and the continuous aftershocks of the attacks made the ground tremble.

Dr. Zhuang and Gu Hange's attention were drawn to it.

Crack—Suddenly, at the table where Dr. Zhuang was sitting, one of the table legs broke off on the spot due to the vibration from the ground and the accumulated wear and tear from years of wear.

The coffee cup on the table tumbled down the spilled surface, spilling dark brown coffee onto Dr. Zhuang's light-colored clothes, leaving several damp stains.

Overall, it looked as if Dr. Zhuang had wet his pants.

"..."

Dr. Zhuang withdrew his gaze, glanced down at his damp... crotch, and his expression became slightly tense.

He stood up, prepared to leave the coffee shop, and changed his clothes.

Boom——!

A tremendous impact was heard.

A humanoid figure was thrown from a distance, smashing through the French windows and landing next to Dr. Zhuang's dining table—in a kneeling position, as if performing a grand salute to Dr. Zhuang.

The kneeling man quickly realized what had happened and was furious with embarrassment. He didn't even care about the enemy he had thrown at him and glared at Dr. Zhuang with eyes that looked like they were about to spit fire.

"Go to hell!"

The man flew into a rage and attacked, seemingly intending to strangle Dr. Zhuang to death.

The next second, he couldn't move and collapsed to the floor with a thud, unconscious.

Dr. Zhuang wiped his pants with a tissue from the table and sighed softly, "My rare mood has been ruined..."

Before he could finish speaking, a middle-aged man emanating B-level mental fluctuations barged into the coffee shop.

The man glanced at his fallen subordinate, then at the man pretending to be a PhD, and immediately understood what had happened.

"You're asking for death!" The middle-aged man's eyes turned icy cold.

Dr. Zhuang: "..."

Something's not right... something's definitely not right!

How could it be such a coincidence?

On the other side, Gu Hange looked at the scene before her, and long-forgotten memories surfaced in her mind, giving her a subtle... sense of familiarity.

Her beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, as if she had thought of something, and her figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

……

A9 Base.

Following the clues from the magic mirror, Gu Hange found her way here.

Some of the surviving members of the Holy Sword Alliance are in this base; she needs to talk to them.

The Magic Mirror—its full name is "The Mirror of Sincerity"—is an A-grade item.

This item has no offensive capabilities; its main function is intelligence gathering—it can continuously record all intelligence information that has appeared in the current world, essentially functioning as a large database and search engine.

As long as it doesn't involve copies or cross partitions, there's almost nothing it doesn't know.

Even if it arrives at a new partition where there are no records, it can still trace back the history of the current partition for a month and obtain information about the major and minor events that occurred within that month.

Gu Hange walked slowly forward along the street.

As she walked, her dark hair gradually turned deep red, looking like a burning flame.

Her body became hot, her cheeks flushed, her eyes glazed over, and she seemed somewhat excited.

The temperature around us began to drop, and snowflakes began to fall from the sky. White frost formed on the ground, and in some places, ice even formed.

Weather out of season descended upon Base A9.

This scene surprised and alarmed the local residents.

"What the hell! It's snowing at this time of year!?"

"The road is icy. What's going on?"

"How is this possible...!!"

A series of exclamations sounded.

A disturbance broke out among the crowd.

The noisy sounds reached Gu Hange's ears, pulling her back to her senses.