Chapter 90: 090 Trade and Goodness_1
Chapter 90: 090 Trade and Goodness_1
The roadside was splattered with dark red blood, and occasionally you could see tattered clothes and cleanly gnawed white bones…
It shouldn’t be zombies!
Considering the bright sunshine outside and the rippling blue waves on the river, it wasn’t an environntal issue like a natural disaster…
Duge was speculating about the cause of the apocalypse.
Suddenly.
A pickup truck fleeing in a panic caught his attention; the truck was carrying rice, wheat flour, and other life necessities. It was careening down the street, with soone in the passenger seat half-hanging out of the window, firing a gun non-stop toward sothing behind them.
Pursuing them were the stray cats commonly seen in the city, including orange tabbies, calicos, and tabbies, but these cats were each at least one ter in size, nearly three to four tis larger than normal cats—they looked like leopards or little tigers.
They were leaping up and down, moving agilely, biting at the heels of the speeding pickup.
The gunshots from the passenger barely hit them, and on the rare occasion a bullet struck an unlucky cat, it would only let out a yowl, roll on the ground a few tis, then rejoined the chase.
Under normal circumstances, over a distance of ten ters, the kinetic energy of a pistol bullet should’ve been no problem piercing a cat, but now, the bullets rely punched small holes in the bodies of these large cats, not even drawing much blood.
Perhaps it was due to too many obstacles on the street, or maybe the cats’ pursuit heightened the driver’s panic.
The chase ended after only half a mile when the pickup crashed into the rear end of a sedan in the middle of the road.
Before he could reverse, more than a dozen large cats had leapt onto the roof, a tabby clawed at the window, reaching in, and the passenger gunman’s throat was easily slit open…
After the death of the passenger, the fate of the driver was sealed; the tabby bit into the driver’s neck and yanked him forcefully out through the window…
…
So vicious!
Duge was stunned.
This was an apocalypse caused by animal and plant mutations!
This world was much harder than the martial arts world, as martial artists might listen to reason, but animals acting on instinct couldn’t understand human speech!
Moreover, besides intelligence, animals naturally held advantages in structure and various hunting skills, and with such fierce evolution, it seed even firearms were ineffective against them—they were far scarier than martial artists…
In such conditions, flipping the table wasn’t a smart move; if the keyword for growth didn’t co into play early, even survival was a problem.
F***!
If the Alien Battlefield all had this level of difficulty, no wonder only one in ten warriors who entered survived.
God help .
I hope my two keyword abilities are still functioning, and that at least one of them is useful…
While Duge silently prayed, the five minutes of protection ti ca to an end.
Examinees floating in the sky, like teors, plumted down to various locations around the world, seeking suitable targets to possess.
…
The sun baked down on him.
Duge felt his Soul Body rapidly dissolving.
At this rate, he’d disintegrate in a maximum of twenty minutes. If soone as strong as him, with a spiritual power of 160, was in such a state, then the examinees with a spiritual power around forty would last at most six or seven minutes to possess a body.
It must be said, the rules of this simulation field were truly cruel.
Three thousand people, placed randomly at the start of the exam, drifted to different locations as they surveyed their surroundings.
So.
In the vicinity of a city, it’s normal for 30 to 50 people to attempt possession.
Normally, about sixty percent fail to do so.
Thus, around a town, there would be about 12 to 18 people who successfully possess bodies and survive.
Subsequent events may lead to more deaths, leaving approximately 7 to 8 people remaining.
These are typical figures.
The higher the spiritual power, the greater the chance of successful possession.
However, those with high spiritual power also imply harsher conditions in the simulation field, like the second-grade paranormal setting or the third-grade martial setting.
So.
This value doesn’t fluctuate much.
But given the current harsh state of the world, Duge believed the number of survivors in the sa area initially wouldn’t exceed six people.
…
Observing the nearest Soul Body descending rapidly, ignoring all structures and plumting underground, Duge thought for a mont, then followed closely behind.
The Possession Handbook for Simulation Scenarios ntioned apocalyptic scenes before.
When disaster struck, underground parking lots, air-raid shelters, and large auditoriums usually beca gathering places for survivors. Searching for bodies to possess in such places was almost a surefire success.
The Soul Body ahead sensed Duge’s pursuit and sped up its escape, passing several human gathering spots without choosing a body to snatch.
Duge wasn’t in a hurry, and just followed behind at a steady pace.
This ti.
He understood why Feng Jiu had said last ti that he watched him possess a body. If one had high enough spiritual power and was bold enough, one could indeed watch the other party’s possession.
As long as you determine who the other party is possessing, you can carry out a precision strike after the possession.
Because after the possession, you can no longer see the Soul Body.
The enemy is exposed while I remain hidden.
The opponent is like prey ready for the taking.
Last ti, it was Feng Jiu’s bad luck that he possessed soone whose injuries were even worse than his own. His attempt at a strategic kill failed, and instead he ended up trapping himself.
But the risks of doing so were extrely high.
After all, you can’t be sure whose spiritual power is higher, who can hold on longer, and by then it’s uncertain who the prey actually is.
However.
Duge had no such worries. With his high spiritual power of 160, it was unlikely that anyone could outlast him.
Once he caught him, if the opponent’s keywords were useful, he would try to make him a friend; if not, then he would find a way to turn him into his own experience…
…
Four minutes later.
The Soul Body ahead couldn’t hold on any longer and found a small underground parking garage with about four hundred people. It quickly circled inside.
It found an eighteen or nineteen-year-old with a broken leg, lying on the ground groaning in pain, and dived right into him.
The boy convulsed violently for a dozen or so seconds, and then quickly opened his eyes.
He sat up abruptly, his first reaction was to scan his surroundings warily.
His gaze held annoyance as it lingered on the sick and disabled, trying to locate the one who had been relentlessly chasing him.
Strike first to gain the upper hand.
Even if you don’t strike first, at least you need to know who the other is.
Having locked on to his target, Duge lost interest in watching him. With ti on his side, he leisurely circled the survival point several tis, finally pinpointing a guarded basent room.
Inside the room, a man in his twenties was sound asleep, with a pistol at his side and a machete under his pillow.
The floor in front of his bed was piled with various kinds of food and drinking water.
Clearly.
This guy was the de facto ruler of this survivor enclave.
Duge paused in front of him and lay down on top of his body.
A massive resistance ca from within the man, as if Duge was trying to squeeze into a huge balloon while soone inside was desperately pushing him out.
The man’s strength was clearly no match for his own.
Duge exerted a little force, and the man’s defenses crumbled. It was as if he heard a crisp pop, and the balloon burst.
Imdiately after.
A huge suction ca from within the man’s body, and Duge forcibly rged with it. The fleeting, lightweight sensation that seed like it could dissipate at any mont vanished in an instant, replaced by a feeling of weight and solidity.
…
Duge’s eyes moved slightly as he sat up from the bed. What ca into view was still the floating personal panel:
Na: Duge;
ID: 48699527;
Spiritual Power: 160;
Current Ranking: 3000/3000;
Session Keywords: Trade;
Session Keywords: Kindness;
Advanced Skills: None;
Derivative Items: None;
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