"Expensive?"
Kerr Cowell couldn't help but laugh, shaking his head as he sat down: "Expensive is such an adjective. I thought you would say handsome."
"Hehe."
Scar Dog explained cheerfully: "Expensive things are good things. I mean, you look very handsome like this, Mr. Jacob."
They went to see the Ruins Site director wearing their newly purchased suits.
After returning, they casually took off their ties and suit jackets.
At this time, the girl came to them, so they didn't have time to change their clothes and had to carry their firearms and show those people out.
As a result, their newly purchased suit pants and white shirts were covered in dust and blood at this point.
It looked quite chaotic and violent.
"Alright."
Kerr looked at the other categorized items: "See if there are any interesting items left. Put away all the useless items and prepare them for enhancement."
"Okay."
Soon, the two found two interesting items.
"Item Name": Space Bracelet.
"Item Level": One-Star Item.
"Item Effect": a 3x3x3 space of 27 cubic meters.
"Item Introduction": Can be used to store firearms, items, and clothing in the folded space.
Also-
"Item Name": Owl Walkie-talkie (two devices).
"Item Level": One-Star Item.
"Item Effect": Communicate within a radius of 10 kilometers, using particle transmission for information that cannot be intercepted or stolen.
"Item Introduction": Do you see that small cover on top of the walkie-talkie? Open it and you will see a red button. Push the button and the glory bullet inside the walkie-talkie will be detonated instantly, no delay!
The power is enough to blow you up into pieces. You can use this to take the enemy down with you. Of course, the premise is that you have to get close to the enemy first.
-
Both of these items were not bad.
Kerr casually threw the Space Bracelet to Scar Dog. He already had one – the one he picked up from Culver's corpse.
"This walkie-talkie is not bad."
Scar Dog nodded with slight satisfaction: "With this gadget, our operations will be more convenient."
"It's just that this walkie-talkie can also explode. This feature seems a bit unnecessary."
"Alright."
Kerr, who had sorted all the items, removed his blood-stained shirt, revealing his scarred abs, and shook his head slightly with fatigue: "Let's sleep first, we still have things to do tomorrow."
"Okay."
These abs were not the kind you get from working out at the gym.
Rather, they were the kind you get from running and going hungry. They were not very conspicuous and not very appealing, but mixed with the scars, they carried a unique masculine beauty.
In the wilderness, where there were no hospitals and high temperatures, injuries meant infection and worsening of the wound if not treated promptly.
So, they had to drag their injured bodies to search for Mutated Beasts in the wilderness.
They hoped that killing the Mutated Beasts would drop the Flesh Capsule that Scar Dog used,
To prevent inflammation and heal the wound.
But not every Mutated Beast would drop an item, and not every dropped item would be a Flesh Capsule.
So in this process, they would inevitably add more scars to their bodies.
On countless occasions, the two felt that they wouldn't see the sun the next day, but in the end, they always survived. Luck has always favored them, although it came a little late each time.
When the two came to this world, their random talents were not for battle.
Both had auxiliary talents, which meant that their pressure to survive was greater than that of others.
When they were initially running for their lives, they even saw a man wielding a knife, casually swinging it like in a game screen, sending out several blade auras.
This kind of person had battle talent, and their survival pressure was more relaxed than theirs.
...
Lying on a makeshift bed made of broken fabric and cardboard, Kerr rested his head on his arms and gazed at the night sky outside through the small hole in the top of the shipping container, his expression absent.
He had been in this world for more than three months.
Still...alive.
Of those people, besides some useful items they left behind, there were 23 other items for enhancement.
It was a considerable number.
But compared to the 5000 semi-scrap items deal tomorrow, it was a small number.
Hope the transaction goes smoothly tomorrow.
Kerr Cowell fell silent for a moment, closed his eyes slowly, and began to rest, but his ears remained alert.
In the wilderness.
No one could fall into a deep sleep, especially the human players.
Upon entering this world and being slaughtered by the Mechanical Race, all human players immediately cast aside the ideologies of civilized society.
Like wild men, they hid everywhere, constantly using various means to kill mutated beasts and mechanical people, acquiring weapons and scrounging to stay alive.
This world.
It was a complete racial confrontation.
When two people of different races revealed their identities, except for pulling out a gun, there was no other choice.
If you're not one of us, then your heart must be different.
No need to speak any reasons, no reason at all, as long as you and I are not of the same race, once we meet, only one person can leave alive.
Or...both fall here.
...
Soon.
A night passed quickly.
It was dawn very early.
Kerr and Mr. Jacob got up early too.
They didn't choose the pattern of one sleeping soundly while the other kept watch.
Instead, they both entered light sleep at the same time, which ensured that they would both have the best fighting ability when facing a crisis.
...
Soon.
It was one night that had passed quickly.
Kerr and Mr. Jacob slapped the dust off yesterday's clothes and put them back on.
It was bright very early.
Now, the two of them were prepared to go and have a look.
It's a simple test; they just need to see if the Ruins Field Director has really prepared those semi-scrapped items.
At this moment—
They both saw a message prompt at the same time.
「Ding, yesterday's Alien Killing Rankings' rewards are being settled.」
「First place, Mechanical Race, Joyce Cooper.」
「Killed 1789 alien players.」
「Second place, Mechanical Race, Martin Dovlin.」
「Killed 1239 alien players.」
「Third place, Mechanical Race, Wan E.」
「Killed 792 alien players.」
From first to fourth place were Mechanical Race players, and only fifth place was a player from the Titan Group, while sixth place was again a Mechanical Race player.
Out of the top ten, the Mechanical Race took six spots.
Human players were also on the list, ranking quite well, at thirty-fourth place.
「Rank thirty-four, the Human Race, Jack Shaw.」
「Killed 67 alien players.」
"Good job."
Scar Dog frowned, "Why do these mechanical people seem to be much stronger than we imagined? Top three are all Mechanical Race? And they killed more than a thousand each in just one day?"
"Are you serious?"
At this moment, another announcement rang out.
「Congratulations to yesterday's Mechanized Tribe player for taking the top spot in the Alien Race Killing Rankings.」
「The race of player Joyce Cooper receives a random additional reward.」
「All Mechanical Race players receive a random One-Star Item.」
"Human players are at a bit of a disadvantage."
Kerr Cowell narrowed his eyes, deep in thought. It was now clear that the race of the number-one player in the Alien Killing Rankings each day would receive a random additional race reward.
Currently, the Mechanical Race had a clear momentum. If they continued to dominate first place, they would receive daily rewards.
This would lead to stronger getting stronger and making it harder for the Human Race to turn the tide.
"We have to hurry."
Kerr Cowell took a deep breath, squinted his eyes, and gazed in the direction of City 18 without speaking.
The Human Race needed to take the top spot in the Alien Killing Rankings as well.