Global Game: I Have Chapter 414 - 408: Death?

Chapter 414: Chapter 408: Death?

"That’s right, it’s really sothing powerful, why was it originally just Dingguan?"

Su Changxing slipped the totem into his backpack, even though it was shattered, it could still be used.

Walked back.

Qu Zhaobai was still lying on the ground, looked at him, and asked, "Are they all dead?"

Su Changxing grabbed him up and calmly said, "Yes, congratulations, you guessed right. You’re the only one left alive besides , and I hope you continue to survive."

Qu Zhaobai lowered his head and asked, "Should we keep moving inside now?"

Su Changxing nodded and said:

"Of course, we can only move inside, that thing is now enraged because of us. If it makes a move again, you could likely die, and even if it doesn’t act for now, you could die at any mont."

Qu Zhaobai sighed, "So, I am destined to die?"

Su Changxing shook his head seriously, "Not necessarily, there’s still a glimr of hope, to beco Extraordinary during this process."

Qu Zhaobai showed despair on his face, not believing he could beco Extraordinary, as the chance of becoming Extraordinary was even slimr than winning the lottery.

More importantly, he had never even won a lottery.

"Let’s take it step by step; you appear to be relatively healthy now."

Su Changxing added, not intending to discourage Qu Zhaobai, just speaking frankly.

According to the city map, there’s another small town ahead, conveniently situated in the No-Man’s Land, and their current position allows vague visibility of another Energy Station, a towering iron tower reaching into the clouds.

Su Changxing had not stopped all night, constantly on the move, the blood fog in the air growing thicker, far denser than the first day. Visibility narrowed to rely five or six ters, beyond that were only blurred shadows.

"Sothing’s not right, the fog is too heavy, and it’s still dayti."

Su Changxing halted, frowned, sensing an ominous feeling, though Timing Prediction hadn’t triggered.

Since a certain mont, Timing Prediction seed to have gone silent, as if disappeared.

Qu Zhaobai looked around at the red fog and said, "It’s a bit much, tomorrow is the Blood Moon."

"Roar~"

Suddenly, a dragon’s roar.

A massive creature rushed from the red fog, flying towards them.

"Boom~"

Su Changxing reacted, drew his gun, shot it down.

An entire body of dark black, with crimson eyes, Swamp Dragon fell to the ground, continuously roaring and struggling, but half of its body had been blown apart.

"A dragon?"

Qu Zhaoyu was shocked.

Su Changxing recalled the Monk’s words, casually said, "Maybe it’s a winged lizard, anyway, their combat strength isn’t particularly strong, at most similar to a Screar."

They walked a distance forward until a large grove appeared in front of them.

Su Changxing stopped, hearing the successive dragon roars, deduced a considerable number of Swamp Dragons, said:

"Ahead is probably a swamp; let’s bypass it."

He imdiately turned and walked sideways.

By noon, evident black lines appeared on Qu Zhaobai’s face, revealing a heavy death aura.

Su Changxing checked his condition, said:

"In your current state, the closer to death, the higher the chance of becoming Extraordinary, though the probability of turning into a monster isn’t small either."

Qu Zhaobai’s body deteriorated faster than expected, related to the growing impact of the giant hand.

"Does that an I’m dying?"

Qu Zhaobai looked at Su Changxing with bleak eyes, full of despair.

A montary death isn’t scary; it’s that slow, perceptible death that, combined with physical perception, will utterly break a person.

Su Changxing nodded, curtly, "Yes, it could be now, or it might be tomorrow."

Qu Zhaobai hung weakly over Su Changxing’s shoulder, whispered slowly:

"Su Changxing, survive, soone has to survive, we can’t all die, that would be too unfortunate... We have a long past, we should have a bright future."

Before reaching the next small town, Qu Zhaobai had completely lost Life Breath, no miracle, no surprise, died plainly.

Su Changxing put Qu Zhaobai’s body on the ground, silently walked forward, surrounded by a red mist, feeling this was indeed Hell.

Nearing the small town, more Zombies ca rushing at him, over ti, the strength of these Zombies exaggeratedly surged.

He swung his Scythe, pressing forward constantly, black blood increasingly staining him.

The blood fog shadowed the sky, yet remained bright, obscuring ti, impossible to discern the present ti.

Too many.

These Zombies were too nurous.

Montarily, Su Changxing even thought he was dreaming.

A cruel and despairing dream.

Endless Swamp Dragons, along with the Undead Tide, attacked him.

The Revolver’s cylinder kept rotating, ejecting bullet casings, Swamp Dragons were shot down one after another.

One, two, three...

Later, he lost count until the bullets were nearly spent, the seemingly endless Undead Tide gradually cald down, and the Swamp Dragons vanished.

Su Changxing, holding the Scythe, wearing a ghostly green transparent Cloak, looked calmly at the vast bodies around, contemplating aloud:

"It should be almost midnight now, will there be changes?"

He abruptly looked up to the sky.

A bright blood red full moon hung in the sky, beside a barren tree branch, filled with a surreal allure, inviting deep, sweet slumber.

Su Changxing sensed a ntal tremor, closed his eyes, kept walking forward.

A giant creature resembling a squid with wings appeared above the small town, floating quietly in midair, feathers swaying in the night wind.

Reaching the town center, beneath the colossal creature, he prepared to examine closely, seed alerted, sharply looking back.

That’s no bright red moon, it’s clearly a massive pupil... hunchbacked, peeking from a small hole, tilting, overlooking this insignificant world.

Su Changxing’s black blood-stained face lit by red light, beca shocked, immobilized, as if witnessing sothing unimaginable.

In an instant, his mind raced extraordinarily, replaying these past ten to twenty days over and over.

Chaos, utter chaos.

Whether ti or space, all were chaotic, they were like fish in a barrel, oblivious.

This world is terrifyingly vast, larger than described by its native inhabitants, constantly expanding, hence areas erged beyond the map.

Ti is prolonged, or each day is longer, equivalent to two or three days originally, and rapidly extending.

None of them realized.

Like distorted by an external force, making ti heavier and slower.

"That makes the so-called thirty days completely a false premise, doesn’t it?"

Su Changxing mocked in his heart, feeling desolate and Heavy.

If a day’s ti were infinitely extended, they would remain trapped on the sa day, until all perish.

Like a carrot hung in front of a donkey’s face, it keeps moving forward, never able to eat it, no matter how hard it runs.

Nurous barren trees sprouted in the small town, rapidly Growing, destroying existing buildings and the ground, seemingly extracting nutrients madly from the world’s surface.

Su Changxing remained motionless, surrounded by these barren trees, his cheeks shut off by husks, blocking sight, blocking perception, blocking consciousness, sinking into endless darkness like death.

What is death?

Death is boundless wandering, aimless lingering, endless thinking.