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135

 After having a simple meal, Ye Nianchu and Qin Mubai packed up their things, waiting for the system to announce their locations before relocating.


Game Day 8, 8 AM.


The system announced on time: [The remaining number of players: 28, remaining S-class players: 5.]


[Congratulations to every player who has successfully entered the final stage of this round of the game.

From now on, you can open the game map whenever you think about it.

All BOSSes in the game will retreat in ten seconds.

The jungle toxins will spread; all players must enter the safe zone before 8 AM tomorrow.

Note: The toxins will affect health; players remaining in the toxins for over ten minutes will die!]


[Current data:

First place: 810 points,

Second place: 750 points,

Third place: 200 points.]


Ye Nianchu was in first place, with Qin Mubai in second.


Following that, the familiar system interface appeared, showing red dots that indicated not supplies or shelters, but her and Qin Mubai, along with another player.

It kindly marked them with numbers—1, 2, 3—above the red dots.


Then there was a green circle, with red indicating danger outside of it.

Unfortunately, the place they were in was very far from the green safe zone.


The third player was quite lucky, positioned right at the edge of the green circle.


Ye Nianchu sighed; if it weren't for her consistently poor luck, she would suspect the game was doing this on purpose.



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The system's announcement caused quite a stir among the players.


Shelter No. 1.


“I must have misheard! How many points? 810 and 750 points?”


“What did those two do? How are their points so high? I thought my 185 points might get me third place.”


“Four players have dropped from yesterday to today. How many BOSSes did the first and second players kill to rack up those points?”


“Boss, should we go over?” The person asking this already had an answer in mind.


Before today, there were only three ways to earn points in this round: kill players, kill BOSSes, and the daily 10 base points.

Now only two methods remained.


Just yesterday, the first and second players had only a bit over a hundred points; suddenly today, they skyrocketed by several hundred points.


Their positions were overlapping, indicating they were playing in a team.


What’s the point of approaching two big shots? It’s like delivering yourself to them, unless they got lucky and found a weakened big shot after a BOSS kill, or someone who was poisoned and couldn’t escape, giving them a chance for a counterattack.


The prerequisite was that they didn’t die from toxins themselves, considering how far the two big shots were from the safe zone.


It seemed luck wasn’t on their side.


“Let’s first enter the safe zone, then find the third player,” the leader decided.


He had 190 points, not far behind the third player.


Since there were rewards for the top three, rather than risk approaching the two big shots, it was wiser to settle for the third player.


Shelter No. 1 wasn’t too far from the safe zone; they could reach it in half a day.


Their team still had seven people left, including two S-class players.


As long as they didn’t provoke the first and second big shots, they still had a decent chance.



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On the other side of the jungle.


He Miao kicked at the fallen leaves, feeling frustrated.


After the system notification in the early morning, she had secretly left her team.


In just one day, she had dropped from first to third, and the point difference was huge.


She had been too impatient. Yesterday, she guessed the player tied for first with her was that young man. She wanted to prove herself and then collaborate with him, plus she worried that Wu Long’s head would be taken by someone else, so she acted prematurely.

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