It’s not that none of them pay. Compared to having no shoes to shine, at least two Imperial Soldiers gave so money, so the morning wasn’t wasted.
Finally, I can buy an entire loaf of bread.
Duan Yu thought as he wiped the sweat off his forehead, his arms now much thinner than they were since restarting, the bones visible.
No other choice... starving.
Lately, in the ga, I’ve been living off water and scraping out what edible scraps I can find from ruins.
In this situation, Duan Yu realizes that if he weren’t a player,
This would be utterly despairing.
But there’s no other way, because even from a player’s perspective, there’s basically no way to do anything but wait to die in the city. If even players face this, imagine the NPCs in the ga.
Despair, absolute despair...
Duan Yu shook his head, dreading to think what a real ’World War II’ would be like—a horrifying tragedy for humanity.
Just when he was thinking.
The sound of boots approaching was heard, and Duan Yu, without lifting his head, started speaking:
"Please queue over there..."
Before he finished his sentence, the military boots he was shining hurriedly pulled back, the Imperial Soldier stood up, calling out nervously:
"Sir!"
Duan Yu, puzzled, was about to look up.
When he felt sothing cold pressed against his head.
Bam—!
His head was suddenly hit, his body collapsed uncontrollably, pupils dilating slightly, vaguely hearing a shout:
"Are you all just idle?!"
"Who allowed you to waste ti here...."
The screen turned completely black.
The sudden scene left everyone in the livestream room stunned.
Even Duan Yu couldn’t react, still in a dazed state.
It’s over just like that?
Monts later.
The livestream chat exploded.
[Damn? I’ve watched so many videos of indiscriminate killing, but this is truly absurd.]
[Yeah, at least in others there’s reason, like stealing sothing, but he was just shoe shining for Imperial Soldiers, did nothing wrong, right?]
[No warning, just shot for shoe shining—this... really doesn’t treat human life as life.]
[...at least it’s a painless death.]
[The strear is dumbfounded, motionless.]
[Really... absurd, war breaks out, no humanity left, these guys kill without any feeling.]
[Another reason for dying: wasting ti shoe shining.]
Duan Yu finally ca to his senses a bit, rubbing his face:
"Dammit... was my morning of shoe shining worth it?!"
"What kind of idiotic NPC is this?!"
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. Duan Yu chose directly [Battle of Kyiv (limited ti)]:
"Damn it, I’m going to assassinate that guy."
"I’m pissed off!!!"
The screen returns to the ga; still in Kyiv, but this ti Duan Yu is in the role of a soldier.
Currently outside the city of Kyiv, surrounded by Imperial forces.
Duan Yu checks his equipnt, then quietly slips away from the group, heading into Kyiv, trying to find the place where he was just shoe shining.
However, after not walking far.
Bam—
The screen goes dark.
"Damn!!!"
...
anwhile.
In the neighboring livestream room.
Unlike Duan Yu, who’s not very strong.
A seasoned strear in the [Battle of Kyiv (limited ti)] has survived Imperial encirclent, fighting and running for over a week without dying.
During this short ti, this ragtag group gradually grew accustod to each other.
Strear Huang Hao was leaning against the ruins of a small village wall, resting his head while listening to an old Soviet soldier, looking five or six decades into his sixties, cursing harshly:
"If anyone tries to start a world war again, they should round those bastards up."
"Then pick a good day, lock them in a pigpen."
"Sell tickets."
"Let those kings, generals, ministers all bare naked, each wielding a stick for a fight to the death."
"The winner gets everything."
"Instead of sending us to die!"
Huang Hao’s face showed a helpless expression:
"Hmm... Although it’s a good idea, but..."
Huang Hao thought for a mont, then jokingly said:
"Who gets the ticket money?"
The Soviet veteran paused, thought seriously, then said:
"Then keep the money for next round’s event."
"And not just sticks, there should be boxing! Swords! So these guys know pain."
Huang Hao laughed and said:
"Sounds like an event, very nice."
Then sighed, looking up at the gloomy sky, smacked his lips:
"As the fight goes on, fewer people remain, afraid we might not get away."
His gaze swept across the dozens around him, worried they might all be wiped out in one go.
Livestream chat continued to alert Huang Hao in real ti.
[Stop resting and run, Imperial armored troops are coming from the north.]
[Advance congratulations to the strear on restarting.]
[Run! They’re almost here!]
Huang Hao stood up, patting the dirt off himself:
"Ti to go."
"The Imperial troops are soon going to arrive."
The soldiers around him startled by the ssage, quickly stood up and went on alert, while the old Soviet veteran looked surprised:
"How do you know?"
Huang Hao replied:
"Hmm... I know fortune-telling."
That’s a new term he learned, useful for fooling these NPCs.
The old Soviet vet looked surprised:
"Even without Tarot Cards you can tell fortunes?"
Huang Hao nodded and said:
"Of course."
Even though he didn’t know what Tarot Cards were.
Seeing Huang Hao speak confidently, people nearby imdiately showed respect, packing their things while cautiously eyeing Huang Hao like he was soone important, making Huang Hao feel a bit embarrassed.
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