Leaving is an option, but before he does, he will definitely do something.
The shelter is different from a safe house.
They’ve tried before; the wooden cabin can be damaged.
"That's right," Qin Mubai said with a low voice tinged with a smile. "We might not be able to hold this place, so why not destroy it?"
Lead the calamity elsewhere.
Without Shelter No. 2, those people would have to turn their targets toward Shelter No. 1.
"I wonder if this is the first time you're struggling this much in the game," Ye Nianchu asked.
It probably wasn't the first time being treated like a soft target; after all, his appearance was too innocent, making those who didn’t know him want to take advantage.
"Not really; there was also that third chance to upgrade to S-class player during another game," Qin Mubai replied quietly. "And at that time, I was alone."
Looking into his clear eyes, Ye Nianchu slowly spoke, "I’ve played two rounds of unknown difficulty games. The last one was a special type game’s final test."
Qin Mubai paused, realizing she had experienced death in that round and then become a novice player.
Six months ago, he had given up two chances to become an S-class player and wasn’t at a high enough level to participate in the special test phase of the game.
Thus, he could not have met her.
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The sound of flowing water echoed by the creek, while a campsite was established downstream from the wooden cabin.
Every tree in the rainforest bore traces of face spiders; at this rate, it wouldn’t be long before they came down to the creek. By then, safety could only be guaranteed inside the cabin.
At three in the morning, the dark clouds dissipated, and the bright moon gradually emerged, casting a serene light over the creek.
Face spiders approached the back of the cabin, their faces appearing eerily under the moonlight.
Suddenly, a loud crack of a branch being stepped on startled Ye Nianchu, who was resting against the wall.
With such a noise, there were more than one person.
She quietly opened the window, using the moonlight to see a large group armed and walking toward the cabin door.
Three or four of them even wielded long knives.
Going out meant facing ten at once, and with over an hour until dawn, they couldn’t leave the shelter now.
"You two, go open the door. Be careful; if you see someone, attack immediately."
"Got it, Brother Wu."
The wooden cabin could defend against BOSS attacks but not against players.
The moment the door was pushed open, Ye Nianchu and Qin Mubai, standing on either side, moved simultaneously. There was no need to aim for vital points; their blades were poisoned.
The players outside saw the two leading the charge fall to the ground and their expressions darkened.
They were off to a bad start, as if the people inside had anticipated their arrival tonight.
But now that they were at the cabin, retreat was not an option.
With so many of them, how could they fear just a few inside?
However, there were only two people.
The leaders of both teams were stunned—just two people had taken down Shelter No. 2? They thought they would need at least four.
Were these two S-class players?
"Our rule is that whoever gets the kill owns it," Wu Long shouted.
At that shout, the people behind surged forward like they’d been injected with adrenaline.
The sharp blades glinted coldly, staining the floor and walls with blood, while the dim moonlight illuminated the gruesome scene, making it heart-stopping.
Ye Nianchu gripped her knife, her pale knuckles stained with crimson blood—her own and others'.
The poison on her blade was long gone.
She quickly grabbed an opponent's wrist, dodging a lethal attack, and kicked between their legs, snatching the long knife during their moment of distraction.