Survival in an apartment, starting with a stroke of luck on a plane

But... ghouls aren't stupid either. They're also players during the day, and it's very likely they've joined the Sunshine Youth organization and learned about their plans for tonight, so they simply chose to lie low.

"What do we do now? Go back to the apartment and wait?" the shadow clone asked.

Lin Yu shook his head, a cold glint in his eyes: "No rush. According to the information in the book, ghouls' hunger is an instinct ingrained in their bones. They can endure it for a while, but not forever. (Ghouls cannot eat normal food; they can only eat humans.)"

It's impossible for these young people to maintain a high level of alert and formation all night long.

The ghouls will seize any opportunity if their ranks falter or become scattered.

We just need to wait patiently.

He then changed the subject: "However, the waiting time can be used to do something else."

The shadow clone immediately understood: "Blade Runner?"

"That's right." Lin Yu's lips curled into a cold smile.

The daytime transactions were merely a stopgap measure; he never intended to let go of this potential threat.

Now that Blade Warrior has lost all his equipment, his reputation is ruined, and his men are demoralized, it is the perfect time to get rid of him.

Moreover, the commotion caused by Sunny Youth is just what attracts the attention of most players.

"Plan changed." Lin Yu decisively canceled the shadow clone again and recreated a shadow clone wearing the same "cosmic" equipment as himself.

He then said, "Go and contact the Sunshine Youth group now, and just provide me with an alibi."

"Understood." The shadow clone nodded and quickly stealthily headed towards the plaza.

Lin Yu then quickly changed his clothes.

He removed most of his equipment and put on some ordinary gear. He then tucked the newly acquired [Azure Rose] into his waistband.

He then took out the executioner's knife as a weapon and quickly left the place.

Blade Warriors' apartment is located on the edge of a relatively isolated, dilapidated villa district.

When Lin Yu arrived nearby silently, the scene before him made him slightly taken aback.

The Blade Warriors' relatively sturdy apartment building is currently under heavy attack.

At least seven or eight players were flashing around.

They were clearly not working together and were wary of each other, but their goal was surprisingly the same—to break down the apartment door.

Fireballs, ice spikes, wind blades, and even physical attacks like cleavers and axes rained down on the reinforced metal door and walls of the apartment, producing a series of ping-pong and cracking sounds.

The gate was deformed, and the surrounding walls were covered with cracks and charred.

"Blade! Get out here! Don't be a coward!"

"Hand over your equipment and in-game currency, and I'll spare your life!"

"Weren't you so arrogant before? Why are you such a coward now? Come out here!"

The shouts and curses were incessant.

These players clearly saw that Blade Warrior had been badly beaten by "Cosmos," stripped of his equipment, and left in a sorry state, and wanted to take advantage of his misfortune to divide up his remaining "legacy."

After all, the other party is also a skilled player with considerable wealth. Even if Lin Yu takes most of it, there will still be plenty left over.

Human greed and the tendency to kick someone when they're down are on full display at this moment.

Lin Yu sneered inwardly: "Looks like there are quite a few people who want him dead. Perfect, saves me the trouble of creating chaos myself."

He silently clung to the roof of a neighboring dilapidated house, looking down at the battle from above, patiently waiting for the best opportunity to strike.

He noticed that among the attackers, two people seemed to be slightly stronger: one wielding a long sword and the other wielding a crossbow, who could be considered minor leaders of this rabble.

The resistance inside the apartment was very weak, with only sporadic arrows or projectiles being fired from above, appearing feeble and feeble.

Boom!!!

With a loud crash, the battered door was finally smashed open by a burly player wielding a double-handed hammer. The twisted metal door panel collapsed inward, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"The door's open! Charge in!" The player wielding the long sword shouted excitedly, taking the lead and rushing inside.

Just as he poked half his body into the doorway—

"court death!"

A roar filled with rage and murderous intent exploded from inside the apartment.

It's the Blade Runner!

Although he had lost his previous equipment, he was still wearing a decent set of clothes and gripping a fine steel longsword that gleamed with a cold light.

His face was contorted with pain and anger, but his eyes were incredibly fierce.

"Flame Slash!" the Blade Warrior roared, his right-hand longsword instantly enveloped in crimson flames, and with unstoppable momentum, he slashed fiercely at the player charging at the front.

The warrior clearly hadn't expected the heavily wounded Blade to still possess such explosive power, and hastily raised his sword to parry.

Clang! Snap!

The steel longsword, wreathed in flames, forcefully cleaved through the opponent's flaming saber, its momentum undiminished as it pierced the opponent's shoulder blade! Blood gushed forth.

"Ugh!" The player with the knife let out a piercing scream and staggered backward.

The Blade Warrior pressed his advantage relentlessly, kicking aside his heavily wounded opponent, sweeping his longsword to force back the men following closely behind, and then with a backhand slash, precisely piercing the throat of the burly man with the heavy hammer who had first smashed open the door.

puff!

Blood gushed out like a fountain, and the burly man with the heavy hammer stared wide-eyed, clutching his neck as he collapsed to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the Blade Warrior killed two people and seriously injured one.

The fierce aura intimidated the entire scene, and the attacking players were momentarily stunned by this momentum, subconsciously taking a few steps back.

"A bunch of chickens and dogs! How dare you try to mess with me?!" Blade Warrior stood at the door of the dilapidated apartment, his longsword pointing diagonally at the ground, blood dripping from the tip. He was panting heavily, and the excruciating pain in his head caused by the special damage from the Demon Sword made the veins on his forehead bulge.

But his eyes grew even more crazed: "Come on! Anyone who's not afraid to die, come at me! Even if I'm injured, killing you all will be as easy as slaughtering dogs!"

His harsh words, combined with his swift and decisive actions, did indeed have an effect.

The remaining players looked at each other, somewhat hesitant.

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse; the Blade Runners still have their core strength. In a desperate fight, whoever goes first will die.

Lin Yu, hiding on the roof, said coldly, "A cornered beast will fight to the death, it has some skill, but... that's all it will do."

This was the opportunity he had been waiting for—the moment when the Blade Warrior was forced out, his attention completely drawn to the attackers before him, his mind highly tense yet showing a crack due to pain and anger.

Lin Yu quietly raised his right hand, his index finger pointing towards the figure at the apartment door below, a figure that looked like a wounded lone wolf.

Black Iron-level skill [Burning Memories] activated.

An invisible energy surge instantly traversed space and precisely struck the Blade Warrior's brain.

Blade Warrior, who was fully alert to the enemy before him and thinking about how to intimidate them and then find an opportunity to retreat back to his apartment, suddenly froze.

The scene before him instantly distorted and changed, no longer the dilapidated streets and besieging players, but back to the nightmarish square from the daytime.

That demon-like figure reappeared before him.

Even more terrifying was that the opponent's horrifying ghostly claw, burning with eerie green flames, was viciously clawing at his face; the chilling sensation of death felt so real.

"No!!!" Blade Warrior let out a heart-wrenching, terrified scream.