In such a narrow place, it was able to maximize the power of the psychic flames.
This time, Jack was also at full output and no longer held back.
The mutants were instantly engulfed wherever the hot wave of fire passed.
The mutants in front of them were instantly reduced to ashes by the stream of flame bursts.
The rear mutants then burned.
Countless struggling pyromaniacs appeared in the sea of fire as they scurried around.
Some of the mutants were still charging and roaring even though they were burning all over.
They just don't seem to have what they call fear.
The system's kill prompt had long since brushed the screen.
It's a good thing that the system's subtitle prompts don't affect the line of sight. Otherwise, I'm afraid Jack would have become blind by now.
It took a full twenty seconds of spitting before Jack stopped.
In the freight passage in front of him, the space within a hundred meters turned into a sea of fire.
Just across the sea of fire, the number of mutants remained a dense mass.
They ignored the hot ground and brazenly charged into the fire.
The scorching heat caused their bodies to emit rolling smoke.
The intense pain made them bare their teeth and growl.
Right hand outstretched, Jack made a pistol pose aimed at the mutants rushing into the fire.
He had a new idea about the use of psychic flames.
As to whether it's feasible or not, we'll have to try it to find out.
A ball of flame suddenly sprang from the space in front of Jack's fingers.
And swirled and swelled ...
Compression, compression, compression.
The fireball rotating in a clockwise direction became darker in color and approximately larger in size.
From the original size of a soccer ball, it gradually turned into a large fireball with a diameter of one meter.
Jack's cheeks ran in cold sweat as he felt the amazing heat wave that greeted him.
This large ball of fire was the product of Nian Li and psychic flames.
How powerful the combination of the two forces would be Jack had no idea.
But he could feel that the fireball's super-compressed form was about to go out of control.
Go to ...
With a roar, a blue glow bubbled up in Jack's pupils.
Jack pushes the fireball out with his mind power like a discharged cannonball.
Only a wave of wind exploded from in front of Jack.
Red-colored fireballs shot out.
Wherever it passed, the metal ground, the wall instantly became a fiery red and seemed to have signs of melting.
Wherever they passed, the corpses on the ground that hadn't yet burned out instantly turned into ashes.
The distance of a hundred meters turned into a flash.
The red ball of fire was like a miniature star rushing toward the mutant.
Before he could get close, the mutant burst into flames.
Wherever the crimson fireball passed, the mutants were reduced to ashes.
All the way forward, all the way forward ...
The crimson fireball made it all the way to the mouth of a curve in the freight tunnel and crashed into the wall.
Boom ...
The moment it hit the wall, the red-colored fireball exploded.
Only a loud rumble was heard, and the ground shook.
The surging flames turned into waves of fire that swept through the entire freight passage.
Jack's face paled in the face of the incoming wave of fire.
He hastily dodged against the wall and formed a barrier with his thoughts.
Jack never expected the power of a super-compressed fireball to be so strong.
Look at that formation; it must be quite powerful.
Before the fire wave arrives, the air wave has already arrived
The ashes on the ground were swept away into the depths of darkness by a powerful wave of air.
Waves of fire greeted him with a whimpering sound of ripping air.
Jack, who was clinging to the wall, was instantly enveloped in flames.
Red-colored bursts of flame raged past the outside of his body.
Facing the onslaught of flame bursts, Jack felt tremendous pressure.
The stabbing pain in his brain grew stronger.
Breathing seemed to have become extremely irregular.
Even with the thought barrier isolating him, he felt the scorching heat wrapping around him.
Deep in the freight tunnel, the darkness was gone.
He saw a dense mass of purebloods instantly dammed in a wave of fire.
The system's kill prompt had long since brushed the screen.
No ... can't they die under their own attack?
The constant stream of flame bursts was too much for Jack to hold on to.
He rolled his eyes with a bitter smile on his face.
I didn't realize that I would die a virginal death at my own hands.
Phew ...
Jack took a deep breath.
The sharp stabbing sensation in his brain made Jack give up.
He knew that even if he continued to hold on for a few more seconds at most.
It doesn't make any sense.
Jack withdrew the nimbus barrier.
With the chanting barrier withdrawn, the flaming bursts of streams impacted Jack's body.
It hurts, it hurts, it hurts ...
In the crimson flames, Jack's body turned into ashes little by little.
First comes the skin, then the muscle, the fat, and finally the skeleton.
In less than two seconds, Jack's body was reduced to ashes.
What's it like to die in a game?
Jack only felt a blur before his eyes, and when he came back to his senses, he was in the same personal space he was in when he entered the game.
He was still him, with no change in what he was wearing.
In the darkness of space, he floated as a speck of dust.
Just a few more big golden letters in the darkness of space.
[You are dead, Cooldown: 23:59, Resurrection - 100,000 Contribution Points, Note: Contribution Points can be in debt, Limit: 1,000,000 Contribution Points]
Looking at the value of contribution points required for the resurrection, Jack finally understood why the game official wanted to recycle contribution points.
Sure enough, the operator of a game with even more outrageous rules can never lose money.
With the brutal worldview of World Domination, it's impossible for players not to die at once.
Even he, with his BUG-like natural skill, could not die at once.
After all, there are just too many bulls**t in the world of World Domination.
As strong as he was, he was still human and equally weak in front of some non-human monsters.
There was a 24-hour cooldown on the time of Death, and Jack didn't linger in his personal space.
Jack opened his personal character panel and clicked on the option to exit the game.
In the darkness of space, Jack's body suddenly dissolved into a white light.
The Real World.
Free State, New York City.
The Greene Community, Villa Condos 3-17.
Second floor, bedroom bed.
On the bed lay a teenager wearing a silver virtual helmet.
Just then, the blue indicator on the helmet suddenly turned red.
The next moment, the teenager on the bed moved.
He reached out and removed the helmet from his head.
Rising to a sitting position, Jack looked around.
The familiar room brought Jack's thoughts back to reality.
The vastness of the starry sky was so real that it was almost indistinguishable from reality.
But it's that reality that I'm afraid will weed out a bunch of people.
There is a very sick setting in Vast Star.
That is, the pain sensation doesn't have an option to turn it off or reduce it.
That is to say, the pain experienced by being injured in the game or being tortured and interrogated is no different from reality.
But, after all, games are games, and players are not masochists.
There is a suicide option in the player's character panel.
As a last resort, players can choose to commit suicide to escape the mental and physical damage.