Simultaneous travel: I am a talented person in all the worlds

Chapter 312 War is all about cheating

A market in the northern part of Nathan Island.

A place that looks like a post-apocalyptic ruin.

The place was in complete disarray, with signs of battle damage everywhere, and not a single building remained intact.

Numerous metal scraps, concrete blocks, and various household and industrial wastes were piled up haphazardly like small mountains.

In the center of this massive garbage mountain, however, there is a relatively flat open space.

Dozens of rusty shipping containers were stacked haphazardly, forming a makeshift "commercial center".

For those outlaws stranded on Nathan Island, bound by the rule of "no one can leave once they land on the island," this is the only place where they can obtain supplies from the outside world.

Big G, a greasy, overweight man with a Mediterranean hairstyle, was lying on a beach chair, enjoying the spiciness of a cigar.

Over the years, thanks to their ability to procure supplies from outside, they have reaped considerable profits under this monopolistic environment.

After all, most of the outsiders who come to Nathan Island are vicious people who can't stay in other countries.

However, he learned of the existence of Nathan Island and managed to escape to Nathan Island despite being pursued by his own countrymen or other enemies.

They all have some skills, to a certain extent.

Whether it's the stolen goods in their hands, the intelligence in their minds, or even themselves, they are all good 'high-quality commodities'.

These things, which would require a huge price to obtain in the outside world, can be exchanged here by the G-Wagon using only some common external resources.

And now, he has even sold the entire 'market' to Behemoth.
Not far away, on a high point of a garbage mountain, Marcelo stood, his cold gaze fixed on the "cargo" being handed over by Behemoth soldiers below.

Elijah's figure, accompanied by a slight spatial fluctuation, silently appeared beside him:

"How's the situation now?"

Marcelo did not turn around, his voice as cold as iron:

"Behemoth's men have begun to take full control. Most people in the market have chosen to acquiesce and accept it. Only a small number seem to want to put up a fight."

Elijah lit a cigarette and took a deep drag:
"Doesn't anyone choose to go to the palace?"

Marcelo shook his head:
“I sent the message yesterday. But so far… even though some have chosen to flee into the deeper jungle, not a single person has chosen to go to the palace.”

"Tsk,"

Elijah smacked his lips in annoyance:

"It seems that Nathan Island's previous 'free' management model really had some problems... There wasn't a single one?"

Marcelo noticed Elijah pull out his pistol as he spoke, and a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes:
"What do you want to do?"

Elijah grinned and exhaled a smoke ring:
"According to the old rules of our Nathan Island, once outsiders arrive on the island, unless they choose to leave immediately after we issue a warning, they cannot leave at will once they choose to stay. I remember... our rules are something like that, right?"

Marcelo's pupils constrict slightly:
"You're going to make your move now?"

"Otherwise what?" Elijah shrugged, his smile growing even more blatant.
"The smoke of war is already close at hand. Do you really expect Behemoth to have a good time and let us go after he's had his fill of food and drink?"

Before he finished speaking, he had already casually raised the gun in his hand.

Six muffled gunshots rang out, echoing through the noisy market, emptying the magazines instantly.

"not good!"

In the distance, Big G suddenly sensed a deadly danger and abruptly jumped up from his recliner.

This somewhat balding, fat man displayed an agility beyond his physique, instantly slipping under a supply crate.

However, everything is in vain.

Six alchemical bullets traced six eerie arcs in mid-air, deftly bypassing his life-saving cover, yet their power remained undiminished, precisely piercing his forehead, throat, heart, and abdomen... leaving six hideous holes in his obese body!

Just a second before his life was completely extinguished, he instantly realized from this method of attack who had tried to kill him!
"Elijah...?!"

Big G's lips moved, his eyes wide open, and he breathed his last.

He couldn't understand why the Nathan government, which had always tacitly approved of the market, would suddenly send Elijah to kill him.
Moreover, this happened right under the noses of so many Behemoth soldiers!
Aren't they...aren't they afraid...?

"Bang bang bang!"

Almost simultaneously, the same gunshots rang out again, like the death knell of the Grim Reaper!
This time, the bullets were aimed directly at the fully armed Behemoth soldiers!
"Enemy attack! Quick! Find cover!!"

A quick-thinking squad commander roared at the top of his lungs, "Counterattack! Suppress fire in that direction!!"

A squad commander shouted loudly.

"The market has been attacked by Nathanwei, and the takeover operation has been hampered! Requesting further instructions!"

There were also soldiers responsible for communications, crouching behind bunkers, desperately sending messages to the combat command center on the aircraft carrier.

“Da da da da da—!”

More than a dozen assault rifles simultaneously spewed out angry flames, forming crisscrossing fire chains, and frantically poured bullets into the direction from which the bullets came, suppressing them with firepower.

However, Elijah had already taken Marcelo and teleported to another location on the battlefield.

He casually exhaled a smoke ring, in a cheerful mood.

"Ah... this feeling! I can clearly feel my adrenaline surging! Compared to thinking about all that annoying nonsense, fighting is definitely more exhilarating!"

Marcelo's lips twitched a few times as he glanced at Elijah, who was excitedly waving his arms and legs beside him, with the look of someone who was looking at a lunatic.

I have a feeling that this guy's personality has completely changed since he became king.

You used to just pretend, but now you don't even bother pretending anymore, right?
"Marcelo, quickly conjure up a few alchemical bullets for me!"

After quickly emptying the last few magazines, Elijah confidently reached out to the alchemist beside him, "I'm running low on ammunition!"

"...Can't you rub it yourself?!"

Marcelo's temples were throbbing with veins.

“I am now the king of Nathan.”

Elijah glanced at him sideways. "And you, Marcelo, as a 'guard,' should unconditionally obey all the 'king's' commands! That's the rule!"

"..."

Marcelo's face darkened, barely suppressing the urge to punch Elijah's smug face.

Space is distorted.

The next instant, his figure appeared directly beside several Behemoth soldiers who were gathered together.

Special alloy burst forth from all parts of his body like living snakes, instantly strangling the four soldiers who were adjusting their guns!

"Target here! Watch out! The enemy is Nathan Guard! He has the ability to teleport!"

A sharp-eyed soldier shouted the moment Marcelo was exposed.

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

Dozens of fire chains instantly wove together into a deadly crossfire net, covering the spot where Marcelo had just appeared!

Marcelo remained expressionless, picked up the four rifles on the ground, and then disappeared without a trace in the ripples of space.

"boom!"

Four assault rifles were shoved hard at Elijah's feet by a disgruntled Marcelo.

"What you wanted!" "Tsk, this thing isn't as easy to control as your 'alchemical bullets'."

Elijah pursed his lips in dissatisfaction, but his hands moved with unusual skill, quickly adjusting both rifles to full power:
"You should also be careful. With the authority of a 'Guard,' you can travel short distances within the island, but there is still a limit to the number of times you can do so within a short period of time. If the pressure becomes too great, retreat to the palace immediately. Don't try to tough it out."

Before he finished speaking, Elijah, with an assault rifle in each hand, disappeared from the spot, leaving only a series of rapid gunshots echoing in the distance.

However, Behemoth's soldiers were no pushovers either.

After a brief moment of panic, they reacted quickly, and the squad commanders immediately ordered their soldiers to throw out a large number of smoke grenades according to the emergency plan that had been practiced countless times.

"Tsk-tsk-"

Thick smoke instantly filled the air, greatly obstructing visibility.

Well-trained soldiers donned thermal imaging cameras, using technology to search for the elusive enemy through the smoke.

Upon seeing this, Marcelo's expression turned grim.

The other party clearly came prepared!

Although Nathan's spatial teleportation is elusive, it still requires sensory perception to lock onto the teleportation target or its approximate location.

Enveloped in thick smoke, where visibility was extremely low, Marcelo's senses were severely limited, making it impossible for him to accurately pinpoint the enemy's location within the smoke, and thus, to effectively launch a surprise attack.

However, this thing had virtually no effect on Elijah, who was King Nathan.

As king, he possesses the authority to control information about the island's biological targets.

The opponent activated "thermal energy vision," while he immediately activated an even more advanced "global life information vision"!
War is all about who has the bigger cheat code; if you don't like it, don't play!
"Got you!"

Elijah's lips curled into a smile, and his figure vanished in an instant.

The next moment, he teleported to the side of an enemy squad commander!

"what?!"

The commander had barely realized something was wrong when he was engulfed by the raging flames from two rifles that were right next to him!
Under such close-range saturation attacks, bulletproof vests only preserve the wearer's body intact.

Elijah casually removed the thermal imaging device from the still-twitching corpse's head, then flashed back to Marcelo's side, handing him the still-warm device:

"Wear this thing, and it will allow you to see your target through the smoke."

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Marcelo stared silently at the oddly shaped device in his hand for a moment before finally deciding to put it on.

Through the lens of the thermal imager, the previously hazy, smoky world instantly became clear.

Each radiating heat is a human silhouette, moving or lurking in the smoke, nowhere to hide.

It must be said that humanity has truly accomplished many things through technology that even extraordinary individuals find difficult to achieve.

However, those with extraordinary abilities also possess the capacity to learn and use these technological creations!

Furthermore, when combined with their existing abilities and the superhuman's control over power, they often utilize these technological weapons even better, resulting in all sorts of unexpected maneuvers!
Space distorted once again.

The two figures vanished from their spot at the same time.

Battle, or rather
The massacre has begun!
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South of Nathan Island, a paradise.

It looks very similar to the Kowloon Walled City of the 1960s and 70s.

Although it is known as a lawless place of "absolute freedom" on the island, compared with the garbage dump-like "market" in the north, this place is more like a real human dwelling.

After all, even the most vicious madman can't be insane 24 hours a day; he still needs to live.

The leader of the amusement park is not like Big G, who is a businessman who is always thinking about how to extract more profits.

Therefore, the amusement park, which should theoretically be the most chaotic, actually looks more like a place where people live than a market.

"boom--!"

A blazing fireball the size of a millstone hurtled past, grazed a Behemoth soldier, and slammed into the tin hut, instantly blowing off half of the roof!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Immediately afterwards, a series of muffled gunshots rang out.

A series of tranquilizer darts were fired at the fire-wielding superhuman.

His body suddenly stiffened, twitched a few times, and then fell straight backward.

Two soldiers dressed in Behemoth standard combat uniforms and carrying assault rifles immediately approached cautiously in tactical steps.

After confirming that the fire-wielding aliens had completely lost their ability to resist, one of them picked up the shoulder communicator and reported the battle situation to the command post.

Since the deal with the market had already been finalized and the takeover was scheduled to proceed smoothly, Behemoth did not send many armed forces to the market.

Meanwhile, on the amusement park side, because their leader repeatedly and forcefully refused Behemoth's "recruitment," they encountered Behemoth's main combat force, which was violently taken over and had even stronger firepower.

Not only were they accompanied by well-equipped and well-trained fully armed soldiers, but also by twenty or thirty powerful superhumans.

Under such a professional, organized, and overwhelmingly powerful advance, the disorganized Paradise Inhumans were quickly overwhelmed.

They were defeated one by one!

Including the park's current leader—Upside Down!

After experiencing the relentless 'justice circle kick' by three groups of top snipers and more than ten powerful superhumans.

This powerful individual, who had miraculously survived after being injected with the Behemoth SP1 enhancement reagent, eventually collapsed, covered in blood, into a giant crater tens of meters in diameter.

The surrounding buildings were reduced to ruins in the battle.

At the edge of the deep pit, corpses lay scattered about.

"Ha ha……!"

A muscular, scarred man codenamed "Hyena" was panting heavily, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth and falling into the dust. But his eyes, filled with savagery and excitement, were fixed on the dying figure in the deep pit.

"I thought you really... had no limits!"

Hanging upside down, powerless at the bottom of the cold pit, he finally lost control of his body after countless specially made, potent anesthetic darts were fired into him.

However, even under these circumstances, there was no trace of fear or despair on his face; he remained eerily calm.

Until... a huge figure suddenly appeared beside him without warning.

Nasenwei, former leader of Paradise, divinely appointed - Besdia!
"...It's rare to see you, you damned bastard, actually... in such a miserable and destitute state?"

He had once been deceived and betrayed by this man in front of him through despicable means.

He was tortured by them for seven days and seven nights!

In the end, when he abandoned all dignity like a dog and begged for his life, his opponent still did not hesitate to kill him!
If it weren't for the passing of the previous generation of guards and his selection by the Divine Tree to become Nathan Guard, he probably... would have already died at the hands of this bastard!
The sudden appearance of Besdia instantly put the Behemoth soldiers and Inhumans, who had just experienced a fierce battle and were on high alert, on high alert!
"Fire!!"

The sniper in the distance and the hyenas at the edge of the pit launched their attacks almost simultaneously!
The piercing gunshots and the whistling sound of whip kicks tearing through the air rang out at the same time!
However, their attack hit empty air.

After a violent spatial distortion, Besdia and the upside-down figure had vanished without a trace.

"Damn it! I was still a step too late!!"

The hyena stared at the empty pit, its eyes blazing with rage, and spat blood onto the ground.

After paying such a heavy price, the hard-won "victory" was snatched away right in front of us!
This feeling was so stifling and humiliating!
Spatial abilities are just too overpowered! Too broken!!

(End of this chapter)