Capítulo 573: Chapter 507: Acute Stress Response
“Am I… still alive?”
The personality backup of Bartmos looked confused. He first glanced at the main body, read the damaged information, confird that he wouldn’t die in the short term, and then looked up at the quadcopter drone,
quickly saying, “I am Bartmos, Level 27, belonging to the Whale Song Guild. Half an hour ago, I and three other players were on a resonance mission when we encountered an Otherworld Transcendent and a battle broke out.
The other three humans besides were all captured, and I survived with the help of a special item.”
To increase credibility, the personality backup pointed to the strip of tal implanted on the forehead of the main body, projecting the item description.
[Item Na: Stress Escape Pod]
[Type: Tool]
[Quality: Perfect]
[Special Effect: Stress Escape. Upon receiving lethal damage, instantly teleport to a random location within 500 kiloters. Prioritize a safe spot away from the source of damage]
[Consumption: None]
[Cooling Ti: 3 months]
[Use Conditions: Over 80% of the body is chanical Prosthetics]
[Note: After the stress response, I will die]
This amount of information was indeed overwhelming. Claudia’s pupils contracted, and she exclaid, “Otherworld players? What level, how many of them?”
The existence of the Otherworld was no longer a secret among middle and high-level players, and major guilds had long been quietly hinting at it through various channels.
But it was like extraterrestrial life; has it really co? As it cos. Did it truly arrive? As it arrives.
It has long been in Schrodinger’s cat’s quantum superposition state.
Now Bartmos is Level 27, so the teammates matched with him must not be weak, yet they were easily captured, without even ti for an ergency exit, leaving only him to escape…
The personality backup knew the situation was urgent, wasted no words, and directly projected the battle video.
Considering that the neural response speed of high-level Transcendents far exceeds that of ordinary people, the video was played at 7x speed.
In the footage, including Bartmos, four human players were walking in a prival forest
Since they had a Flying Magical Pet scouting ahead, the group remained alert yet relaxed, chatting and laughing.
Until an ancient swordsman’s Sixth Sense activated, releasing a Scanning Skill, unexpectedly discovering a half-mushroom, half-tree creature camouflaged in the treetops, monitoring them invisibly.
The scan results showed that the other side had a player panel just like them.
As the scan skill’s range expanded, besides the mushroom man, in the high air, lake water, and underground of the prival forest, were respectively hidden a Griffin, an octopus, and a rabbit-type Sub-human.
Being stalked by high-level non-human players in the killing field was as terrifying as waking up to find oneself in an exam room.
Combining the slightly abnormal air composition, suggesting the presence of poison gas.
One human player reacted to the stress, actively attacked, and the battle was triggered.
The four alien players were well-prepared, releasing domain skills, taking down two people instantly, seriously injuring Bartmos, and though the highest-level ancient swordsman resisted with all his might, he was still overwheld and captured.
In the end, only Bartmos escaped.
White Horse Tombstone took a deep breath and reported the information of the human players on screen, “Guns Stone, Level 26, belonging to Monster Alliance.
Jayna, Level 27, belonging to the Russian Security Bureau.
Wanli Sealed Blade, Level 33, Special Affairs Bureau’s external bounty hunter. Though not highly ranked, he is an experienced player of the 0.5th batch.”
The average lifespan of fitness athletes who have already passed away in the real world is 47.7 years, with drug use between ten to twenty years.
Yet the average lifespan of players is only two and a half years, which is less than that of fitness athletes. Surviving for more than 4 years from the start of the killing field could indeed be considered a “long life” among Transcendents.
“For them to decisively handle you all, the average level of those Otherworld creatures must be at least Level 30.”
Reyes caught the point, frowned, and asked Bartmos, “Why are you still here, not returning to the real world to inform others?”
“Firstly, I am currently in personality backup mode, without player privileges, so I cannot use the functions of the main body’s panel.
Secondly, among those captured is my friend Jayna. She is a hacker agent with the Russian Security Bureau.”
Bartmos’s personality backup took a deep breath and hurriedly said, “The battle occurred twenty minutes ago. Compared to the initial position, I should have moved 500 kiloters by now.
I cannot force you all to help ; I can only request you to lend a hand for the sake of us being on the sa side as Earth people.”
The four players on the pirate ship exchanged glances with Gray Rain; “lending a hand” was a rather vague term, with too many choices.
Send another drone carrying a healing scroll over to rush aid Bartmos, restoring his mobility, would be considered help;
To temporarily delay their mission progress, disperse and move in different directions, seeking the large guild’s signal station or temporary base set in the killing field entity, thereby bringing in reinforcents from the guild, would be considered help.;
Posting a picture post on forums, Weibo, Douban, and Xiaohongshu, titled “The thin rope breaks easily, misfortune targets the bitter people. Please donate to save my family Bartmos, or else I can’t drive my Maybach,” would also count as help;
While pondering this, a sudden change occurred.
A rumbling sound erged from the abyss below, and a massive shadow approached Bartmos from afar.
The quadcopter drone imdiately swooped downward, turning on a high-powered flashlight to illuminate the darkness.
It was a soft-bodied creature the size of the vampire octopus in the movie “Extre Deep Cold,” with hundreds of spined, cyan-black tentacles whose spread size rivaled a giant ten-thousand-ton ship.
On its light green head were two orange eyes as large as trucks. Their startled look when the drone appeared clearly showed it possessed high intelligence, capable of skillfully using Extraordinary Power—more accurately, Telekinesis,
to fly with agility in the abyss.
Crack!
The quadcopter drone was crushed into pieces by Telekinesis, and the video signal was cut, with the last scene showing the orange-eyed octopus rushing at Bartmos, swallowing him whole.
No ti to hesitate, Li Cheng took out the [Creation War Car] from the backpack, tossed it to Gray Rain, while he flitted to the sky above the deck, briefly aid, then Light Speed, Elbow Strike!
Boom!
The air was violently compressed by the expanding space, forming two rapidly advancing high-pressure burning firewalls.
The Black Pearl, rely grazed by the aftermath, saw its Defense Array teetering on collapse, with the deck planks scorched black.
Reyes, White Horse Tombstone, and Claudia rushed out of the cabin, but there was no trace of Pifu anywhere.
“So unteam-like, why did he go solo?!”
Claudia’s color turned from green to white; Pifu was a lunatic who could solo elbow strike London, also a high-intellect lunatic with explosive Combat Power. Without him, the resonance mission probably couldn’t be completed.
The engine noise ca from behind, and turning around, Claudia saw Gray Rain and White Horse Tombstone already mounted on the Creation War Car, switching the motorcycle to a twin-seat jet fighter mode,
blurting out instinctively, “Tombstone, why are you too?”
“Mr. Pifu saved my life before, I can’t leave him behind whether from emotion or reason.”
White Horse Tombstone said solemnly, “Miss Gray Rain, start the vehicle.”
“Alright!”
Gray Rain, filled with bold spirit, took hold of the fighter’s control stick but forgot she just graduated from elentary school and couldn’t fly a plane. With a backward pull, the fighter retreated, crashing jinglingly into a pile of items in the pirate ship’s bridge.
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