Pretending to be a genius starts with the civilization advancement assessment.

Chapter 184 Warning, 10 Merit Points

"Beep! Beep beep beep!"

The tiny detector worn by the monkey suddenly changed from a regular, slight ticking sound to a sharp, piercing, and incessantly frantic beeping.

On the screen, what was originally just a small patch of red dots at the core of the nest is now multiplying and spreading wildly, quickly turning into a large area.

Furthermore, the scattered red markers that were originally scattered throughout the territory are now frantically converging towards the nest location.

"Boss, something's not right! How come there are so many more Abyss Beasts all of a sudden?" Nightingale's face turned pale.

"No! There was one last year, this is a nest riot! Retreat, retreat immediately, abandon everything! Retreat at full speed!" Old Cat only glanced at it, his heart sank to the bottom, and he roared with all his might.

Without any hesitation, their bodies reacted before their brains, thanks to countless near-death experiences.

The crystal bag they had just collected was carelessly tossed aside. The five of them, like startled rabbits, ran as fast as they could in the direction they had come from, which was also where the motorcycles were parked.

"Roar!"

"Buzz, boom, boom!!"

Soon, a frantic roar came from behind them.

"Faster, faster!" the old cat urged, turning back as it ran.

The silhouettes of three motorcycles appeared on the horizon, like a life-saving ark.

"Monkey, issue an immediate warning! Coordinates B-07, small-scale nest riot!" Old Cat shouted to the side as he ran.

"Sending, sending!" The monkey ran at full speed while pulling out a tactical tablet from his backpack and frantically operating it at the fastest speed he had ever done, oblivious to the sweat dripping onto the screen.

They knew the military's remote monitoring system might have detected the anomaly earlier than they had, but regardless, they had to do what they were supposed to do.

Just as the monkey pressed the send button, and the group started their motorcycles, twisted the throttle, and the motorcycles lurched forward, less than twenty seconds later—

"Beep beep! Beep beep!"

Almost simultaneously, a military message with the highest priority indicator popped up on their combat wristbands and combat tablets linked to the merit platform:
[The "Lynx" team's alert regarding the B-07 lair riot sent at 07:48:22 has been received and verified. Thank you for your reminder.]

[WARNING: The area and surrounding area of ​​your unit (see attached grid map for details) have been marked as a firing range. First saturation strike expected in one minute! Repeat, first saturation strike expected in one minute! Please evacuate immediately at full speed. Do not remain in place.]

"One minute! Only one minute! Run!" Old Cat practically roared, the throttle already twisted to the floor, the motorcycle engine emitting a strained roar.

The others were completely terrified, forgetting all about conserving energy and protecting their equipment; they had only one thought in their minds.

Run as far as you can.

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

After they had sprinted two kilometers for their lives, the heart-stopping sound of air being torn apart came from overhead.

“Boom! Boom! Boom!!”

The earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking.

A storm of flames and steel suddenly erupted just over a kilometer behind them!

The three motorcycles continued their reckless, frantic race forward without stopping.

I don't know how much time passed, maybe only a few minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

When they finally reached a higher slope and felt that the explosions behind them seemed a little more distant and the tremors were no longer so intense, they dared to slow down slightly and park the car behind a relatively solid boulder.

The five men collapsed to the ground, this time too weak to even speak.

In the silence, only the distant, continuous sound of artillery fire and the heavy breathing of the other players could be heard.

Suddenly, the monkey sat up abruptly. He wiped the soot and sweat from his face, and with trembling hands, he opened the combat tablet that he hadn't had time to pay attention to during the escape. His eyes were fixed on the notification of changes in his merit account.

The next second. "Hahahaha. Hahahaha!" The monkey first let out an incredulous chuckle, then the laughter grew louder and louder, finally turning into a near-manic, unrestrained laugh that released all fear and pressure!
"Hahahaha! We've struck it rich! Boss! Sister Nightingale! We've struck it rich! Hahahaha!"

Old Cat, Nightingale, and the others were taken aback by his sudden burst of laughter and struggled to gather around.

When they saw the latest record of merit points, everyone was stunned, and then they were overjoyed.

[Notification of Merit Earnings]

[Project: Confirmation of Tide Outbreak and Initial Warning (Small-scale)]

[Note: Your "Lynx" squad was the first unit to confirm and report the outbreak of the B-07 Nest Tide. Your information was accurate and your warning was timely. Therefore, you are hereby awarded.]

[Merit Reward: +100000 points]

One hundred thousand points!
A full 100,000 merit points!
They risked their lives for months clearing out low-level abyss beasts, only to earn a few dozen or a hundred merit points per mission.

In order to save up for Nightingale's "Condensing Source Forging Method," which was worth 50,000 points, they scrimped and saved, took on countless missions, and schemed countless times.

And now, simply because they discovered the danger and successfully sent out the warning message, they directly gained 100,000 merit points.

"One hundred thousand...one hundred thousand points!" Big Bear's honest face was full of shock as he counted the zeros one by one on his fingers, afraid that he had misread it.

The nightingale covered her mouth tightly, and her eyes instantly reddened.

Now, not only do we have enough secret manuals, but we also have hope for the other equipment that the team had put aside to raise money for her!

Bamboo Pole's voice was excited: "I just checked, and according to the supplementary clauses of the 'Origin Warrior Disaster Response and Merit Reward Regulations,' the basic reward for a confirmed Abyss Tide warning is 100,000 points! I never expected that we would run into it!"

Old Cat stared at the dizzying string of numbers on his account, taking several deep breaths before barely managing to suppress his excitement.

He looked around at his teammates, who were also overwhelmed by the huge surprise, and a proud smile spread across his face.

"That's right! 100,000 points! Now, not only will we have enough Nightingale's Secret Manual, Monkey, your dagger needs a new one, Big Bear's armor can be upgraded, Bamboo Pole's sniper crossbow can be replaced with a better one, and our motorcycles also need a major overhaul, with a better engine and armor!"

"Hahaha! Yes! Change them! Change them all to the best!" The monkey danced with excitement, his previous fear completely overshadowed by the immense joy. "Damn it, this risk was worth it!"

Just as they were basking in the joy of their great achievement, the interface of the merit platform on the combat tablet automatically refreshed.

The usual task list was flooded with a long string of new tasks labeled "urgent," "high reward," and "cooperative operation" in red:
[Emergency Mission: B-07 Tide Response - Flanking Clearance (Numbers RQ-B07-01 to 15):]
Description: Coordinate with the main force of the Yuanwu Army to clear out the remaining Abyss Beasts after the artillery barrage and any scattered groups that have infiltrated from the flanks. See the map for detailed mission area divisions. Merit is calculated in real-time based on the level and number of Abyss Beasts killed, with a 50% increase to the base reward.

[Emergency Mission: Response to the B-07 Tide - Rescue Guidance (Nos. RQ-B07-R01 to 05):]
Description: Guide and assist civilian teams of martial arts practitioners or civilians who may be trapped in dangerous areas to evacuate. Merit is awarded based on the number of people rescued and the difficulty of the rescue.

[Urgent Mission: Response to the B-07 Tide - Supply Delivery (Code RQ-B07-S01)]
Description: Deliver designated combat supplies to Yuanwu Army units fighting on the front lines. Merit is awarded based on the amount of supplies transported and the speed of safe arrival.

A series of tasks, densely packed.

Old Cat looked at the tasks, then glanced at the battlefield behind him, which was gradually being covered by artillery fire, and a glint flashed in his eyes.

He patted the motorcycle next to him.

"Brothers! We'll get the tomes and equipment back later! Now!"

He pointed to the constantly refreshing task list on the tablet and grinned, "We Lynx, although we're not capable of rescue missions, at least we have to follow behind the main force of the Yuanwu Army and fight a fierce battle. Otherwise, we'd be too ashamed to show our faces if we just hid in the safe zone like this."

"Yes, the boss is right."

"Fuck you!"

"Follow the boss, kill!"

The relief of surviving the ordeal and the elation of unexpected wealth transformed into an even stronger fighting spirit.

The five men quickly checked the vehicle and the remaining equipment. Although they had fled in a sorry state, they were still capable of fighting.

They mounted their motorcycles, the engines roared again, and they sped off towards the edge of the battlefield at their coordinates.

(End of this chapter)