Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 361 Humans are strong because they are weak

When the audience believed that humans would kill each other due to internal conflicts.

Someone stepped forward and united them into one force;

While the audience also believed that the alternate civilization would make great strides forward.

However, they began to fall apart internally.

Half a year has passed in the virtual world in the blink of an eye.

At this point, the opposing faction of the dungeon's biological civilization had formed two completely different teams.

Although they currently live in places that are almost touching.

But every night when they rest, the people on the night shift are always wary of the guy across from them.

They seemed to be worried that these companions who had recently walked alongside them might launch an attack.

"Damn it, we've searched for over two hundred days and nights, but there's still no sign of the [War Lord]. Are we really going to have to search the entire planet?"

The civilizations of the dungeon creatures and the human timekeeping methods differ slightly.

In some of their places, the concept of "year" is not even present.

Therefore, time can only be expressed using the number of days and nights.

"Who knows how big this planet is! And you want to search the whole thing?"

Is it possible... we've been scammed?

The interior of the simple straw tent set up by the group with fewer people.

A creature resembling a praying mantis with sickle-shaped arms was engaged in lively discussion with other creatures from other civilizations around it.

His last sentence puzzled the others.

Someone couldn't help but ask, "We were scammed? What's the explanation?"

The mantis creature used its scythe to draw a rough defense diagram on the ground.

He said coldly, "Have you ever considered that the so-called 'War Lord' power avatar, as well as the game rules of the Joyful Show, are all based on the one-sided accounts of those four guys?"

"How many of us have actually met the host? How many of us have actually participated in the show?"

"I was lucky enough to get a ticket to watch a show two years ago, but the rules of the game are different every episode, and no one can guarantee that what they say is true."

At this point, his expression turned fierce.

Combined with its already ferocious mantis-like face, it made the surrounding atmosphere even more grim.

"If they are lying to us, and their real mission is something else entirely, they just want us to be cannon fodder for them."

"Gentlemen, are you willing to accept this?"

Indeed, quite a few of these dungeon creatures have watched the "Disaster Show."

They were well aware that the show's standards and rules were very flexible.

Let's assume they have actually been eliminated by now.

If one can outperform the selected participants in a particular game.

The production team will also consider bringing them back to the stage based on audience feedback.

Therefore, Mantis Bio believes that they cannot be led by the nose by those competitors. They can only perform better if they break free from the control of their opponents!

"So, if we don't know the actual task, how can we perform better than the other contestants?"

A slimy creature that looked like a slime asked, gurgling.

These small groups that split off from the original team basically believed that since they had gained nothing after more than two hundred days and nights, there must be some unknown issues that the eliminated creatures were unaware of.

in a sense.

They not only became rivals to the Panda Predators, but also implicitly viewed them as enemies.

"It's simple, just surround and kill them, then interrogate them." The mantis's killing intent grew even stronger.

The civilization he lived in was a jungle where the survival of the fittest was quite evident.

Almost all of these organisms evolved in a way that aimed at environmental camouflage and aggression.

Every part of one's body can become a deadly weapon.

The weak should be preyed upon and hunted by the strong.

This way of thinking is already ingrained in his DNA.

He doesn't believe in so-called goodwill.

Only when the threat of death hangs over the other person's head, and the souls of the creatures beneath their feet begin to tremble.

They only believe what they say.

However, just as a group of creatures with ulterior motives began discussing how to besiege the opposing team that had a numerical advantage.

A pitiful scream echoed throughout the camp.

The mantis, which was leading the splitting, immediately recognized the screams of its night-shift companion.

He immediately became alert and raised the sickle on his arm high.

That is, the instant you raise your hand.

Suddenly, a dark shadow tore apart the straw tent that was sheltering them from the rain.

The sudden danger from above made the mantis instinctively swing its scythe in response.

Unexpectedly, the opponent dodged the scythe with an extremely strange movement, almost grazing the sharp edge of the blade.

He instantly reached in front of himself.

He pressed a bone knife firmly against his throat.

A hoarse voice echoed from within his mask:

"Surrender, or death."

The mantis tried to fight back, folding its equally thorn-covered legs back and flinging them at its opponent from its blind spot.

However, this was clearly an attack coming from behind.

The other person, however, seemed to have eyes in the back of their head, tilting their head slightly to dodge and then stabbing the bone knife into the thigh with their other hand.

The intense pain made the mantis want to scream.

But years of living in the law of the jungle taught him that screaming for mercy was meaningless.

So he could only grit his teeth and wait for the other man's bone knife to leave his throat.

He once again swung his arm-scythe in a sweeping motion, attempting to force it back.

This lightning-fast sweep seemed to be exactly what the opponent had anticipated.

He quickly crouched down, barely managing to cut the dreadlocks on his head.

Then came a simple yet powerful uppercut.

It struck hard at the joint of the sickle on the arm.

The fist with brass knuckles actually broke it.

The mantis gritted its teeth and endured the pain.

Suddenly, I realized that my vision was becoming increasingly blurry.

Even the viewpoint doesn't seem as high as it used to be.

He saw... he saw his own swaying body slowly fall down.

The body had no head.

The next second, in the last moment of consciousness.

He felt the other person pick his head up from the ground.

While washing it with rainwater, he said hoarsely:

"Your skull will be my finest possession."

Having said that, the mantis species came to an end.

Seeing that the remaining people had lost their leader and were starting to fall into chaos.

The Predator glanced at the slime that had collapsed onto the ground.

They had absolutely no intention of attacking him.

He simply took the mantis's skull and went outside.

They ran head-on into the Shadow, who had just finished off another dungeon creature.

The other party looked at the Predator's slightly torn dreadlocks.

Amidst the cacophony of laughter, he quipped, "I told you... if I could influence his soul during the battle... this fight would be much easier."

"Why...reject it?"

In response, the Predator's mask emitted a red glow from the pupil area, indicating the presence of a temperature-sensing device.

He said coldly, "Hunting is a noble pursuit that should not be defiled."

From the perspective of his community's civilization, the method of surprise attack is not unacceptable.

After all, this is also a skill for hunting.

However, even if it's a sneak attack, it has to be a trap you set yourself or a cleverly designed technique.

Instead of having people from other groups help them hide in the shadows and take sniper shots.

Predators are warriors with extremely strong self-esteem.

They cannot tolerate others tarnishing their enjoyment of the hunting process.

"What a stubborn person..." "Let's go, these traitors have been subdued..."

"Just as Panda said, they not only want to search for the War Lord separately, but also want to rebel against us..."

Upon hearing Shadow's words, the Predator remained silent.

But he also had a slight approval of Panda, the panda.

So far, it seems that none of the choices the other party made have gone wrong.

I believe that with the combined strength of these advanced beings, they will be able to achieve great things.

Even if there are occasional unexpected events like this.

The hunting process in the virtual world should proceed smoothly.

As for the human side...

Those low-level creatures should think about how to survive first.

It's truly pitiful that her body is so frail.

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"The greater the ability, the less capable one is!"

Wu Wang, who was debugging the structure of the hot air balloon basket, spoke eloquently.

His appearance has changed drastically since he first came in.

Even my second sister would be taken aback if she saw him with his unshaven appearance.

This can also be considered part of his test.

The extent of beard growth proves that time flows at a normal rate in this area.

At least that's the case for the players.

Hearing his words, the witch, while weaving the support net, said listlessly:
"What makes you say that?"

Her appearance remained exactly as it had been when she first entered, with not a speck of dirt on her witch's outfit.

In this game, the witch doesn't display many special abilities.

On the contrary, they obeyed Wu Wang's commands from beginning to end.

Watching this kid lead them step by step forward in civilization and technology.

It's not that she had no other means of coping.

Rather, it was from the very first day when they saw Wu Wang's performance and arrogant outlook.

She was somewhat curious to see just how far this guy could go.

Humanity has now fast-forwarded to the point where it plans to use hot air balloons to create maps.

They also began to try to move northward to explore.

Wang Xianzhi speculated that the widow was planning to go and explore oil fields.

After all, the development of the steam engine was nearing its end, and even the problems of electricity and communication had been solved.

If we want to continue pushing the Industrial Revolution forward...

Petroleum is an unavoidable issue.

Northern China is clearly one of the regions with the richest oil resources.

To be honest, in such a short time, we have traversed a process that took humanity countless centuries to achieve.

Looking back, even Wang Xianzhi felt like he was dreaming.

"If my speculation is correct, there should be conflicts on the other side of the copycat civilization soon," Wu Wang said indistinctly, a blade of grass dangling from his mouth.

The witch raised an eyebrow and asked, "Oh? Why do you make that judgment? They're far superior to humans, aren't they?"

Wu Wang shook his head and gave a mocking look.

Pointing to the support net the other side was weaving, he said, "It's precisely because they are too strong that conflicts arise."

"Then let me ask you, if you were born with the ability to fly, would you still think about how to fly into the sky by other means? If you were immune to water and fire, would you still consider sheltering from the wind and rain?"

"Normally, no."

"These abilities are instincts for some of them, and they are so instinctive that they are unaware of them as if they were automatic unless someone mentions it."

"Like I'm telling you now—you're blinking, you're breathing, you're drooling, you can actually see your nose, you can feel your teeth, and you're feeling the position of your tongue."

"Alright, now I've temporarily switched your instincts from automatic to manual mode. Let's continue chatting."

As the witch gradually began to feel the organs that Wu Wang had mentioned.

I almost laughed out of anger at his last sentence.

"On the other hand, their biological instincts are terrifyingly strong."

"If no clues have been found after such a long time..."

"These self-proclaimed superior beings will start to consider the problem of being on the wrong track."

Wu Wang slowly raised his head.

A glint flashed in his eyes, like the expression of a mantis uttering those bold words before its death in another virtual world.

"They will think they are powerful enough that all the problems are left is finding the incarnation of the Warlord's power."

"When goals are too scarce, the lack of external pressure over a long period of time can lead to internal disputes, which is the same principle as the saying that what is divided for a long time will unite, and what is united for a long time will divide."

"Non-my family, its heart must be different!"

"The more powerful a creature is, the more likely it is to have this thought."

"Precisely because they are powerful, the things they can do in this environment are actually smaller, and they will not even consider the seemingly low-level progress we make."

At this point, the witch looked at the other players who were working not far away.

Besides the tools and buildings that people have built in recent days, there are even a few pieces of equipment in this area whose style is completely out of step with the current pace.

This includes restaurants and bars.

She couldn't help but say, "Because we face new problems every now and then, everyone has to focus their energy on these new problems, which actually makes it less likely for conflicts to arise due to a lack of clear goals."

"Speaking of which, did you really create those restaurants and bars to reward and encourage their hard work?"

The witch still remembered when Wu Wang said he wanted to establish a food area and taught everyone how to make pasta and brew alcohol.

The level of jubilation and cheering from everyone was astounding.

At one point, she even mistakenly thought that they had forgotten that the ultimate goal of this game was to defeat the War Lord.

Both she and Wang Xianzhi were well aware that the widow had brought out these technologies to prevent any players from harboring disloyal intentions.

After all, they occasionally offer modern luxuries that only a widow could provide.

Players who might otherwise have become impatient will settle down and realize the importance of the widow.

Unexpectedly, Wu Wang looked completely bewildered, scratching the back of his head and asking in confusion:

"What encouragement? I'm just craving it myself. If I teach them, I won't need to do it myself. I'll just be getting free labor."

"If it weren't for the limitations of the times, I would even like to develop a monetary system and become a capitalist. Back then, I was known as the Wolf of Wall Street!"

"I'm also planning to teach them how to mix Coke later, do you want some?"

These words caused the witch's smile to gradually freeze on her face.

Because she couldn't tell from the other person's micro-expressions or tone of voice that they were joking, it seemed like they really were just craving it.

And how old are you anyway!
Judging from the widow's demeanor, one could tell that her real age probably wasn't very old.

The Wolf of Wall Street, you son of a bitch!
when--

Wu Wang turned back and hammered the nails in one by one, the clanging of metal echoing in everyone's ears, a sound they had long been accustomed to.

His expression softened slightly.

He said with a slightly serious tone, "Those arrogant dungeon creatures will forever remember what it means to use one's strength to achieve a hundred. One's claws and teeth each have one use, but the use of all things is a hundred. Even the fiercest creature cannot defeat a hundred with one against a hundred."

"Without claws, humans would make swords and axes; without wings, humans would make airplanes; without brute force, humans would make guns and ammunition."

when--

"Human beings are strong because they are weak."

The moment those words were spoken, the final hammer fell.

The audience, who were watching from God's perspective, were all jolted, as if they were seeing a frail beggar struggling to pull out a weapon powerful enough to destroy the world and detonate it.

They clearly sensed no threat from this boy.

But for no apparent reason, a sense of fear arose in their hearts.

what is this?
Only the four beings who had secured humanity's victory were smiling as they looked at the boy who appeared to be a savage.

They were proud of the fall of Wu.

Viewers couldn't help but drag the timeline forward again, eager to see what decisions both civilizations would make when the War Lord awakened.

However, when the timeline fell exactly at that moment, a sound that should never have appeared in this primitive world resonated in the hearts of every viewer.

It made them tremble.

boom--

That was a gunshot.

That's a carbon-based biological cooler.

The advent of firearms foreshadowed humanity's complete dominance over the planet.

At the same time, the embodiment of the War Lord's power also appeared as if in response to the sound of gunfire...

(End of this chapter)