Chapter 1

"Heh heh—"

Bob's neck was firmly gripped by the cold, armored hand. His massive body hung suspended in the air, his black face contorted with bulging veins and distorted features. His mouth hung open unconsciously, struggling to draw oxygen.

His right arm had been twisted into a mangled mess, fragments of pale bone piercing through the skin and jutting out. A pool of blood had already formed on the steps leading to the church,

and the cookie floated silently on the surface.

His left hand weakly rested on Miss Chai's hand, trying to pry her fingers from his neck.

However, the sturdiness of the Azure Moth Armor depended on the strength of the spirit within.

Having absorbed a portion of the mist realm’s yin energy, Miss Chai was no longer the same as before.

Even if Bob was a Mysterious Studies-focused player, let alone a mere player, he wouldn't be able to gain an advantage in sheer strength against her, even if he specialized in body-tempering combat.

"Wait!"

Seeing Bob about to be strangled to death by this suddenly appearing stand-in, John Joyce and the others panicked. They took a step forward and hurriedly said, "Don't kill him!"

Li Ang slowly turned his head, looking at him coldly, without saying a word.

John Joyce's heart skipped a beat for no reason, and dense cold sweat instantly seeped out of his back.

Facing Li Ang's gaze, he felt as if he was being stared at by a heartless monster wearing human skin.

How long had it been since he had felt this kind of pressure after becoming a player?

John Joyce regained his somewhat dazed composure and hurriedly said, "Although this seems to be a script mission focused on solving puzzles, the setting of five players

is enough to prove that there is likely to be a five-person difficulty combat segment in this mission.

Every bit of combat power is precious."

"Heh,"

Li Ang smiled indifferently, "Just now, you didn't seem to be saying that."

John Joyce was silent for a moment, and then explained, "I'm very sorry, but I actually opposed Bob's approach just now. Teammates should trust each other..."

"That's what I think too."

Li Ang directly interrupted the other party's words, slowly walking towards Bob, who was on the verge of suffocation. He picked up the [Sleepy Life] cookie from the ground,

and took the double-barreled shotgun that originally belonged to the black old man from Miss Chai's hand.

[Name: Sparkling Fireworks Shotgun]

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Excellent]

[Attack Power: Medium]

[Effect: Fireworks Burst. Pull the trigger to fire two fireworks from the barrel. The fireworks will automatically explode upon contact with a solid surface or after traveling 200 meters, spraying metal fragments with a temperature of 1500 degrees Celsius in an arc-shaped area.]

[Consumption: 5% of total blood volume, 200 points of stamina]

[Cooldown Time: None]

[Equipment Condition: Total blood volume exceeds 3000 liters]

[Note: The rising fireworks, seen from below? Or from the side?]

Li Ang nodded and praised, "It's a good thing."

In the script world of the Killing Field game, teammates can trade items and use equipment and props passed by others.

But the prerequisite for all of this is that both parties must be completely willing, without coercion or duress.

Otherwise, the equipment and props obtained are only the appearance they show, and their effects cannot be used – this can prevent low-level players from being coerced by high-level teammates in script missions, forcing them to hand over all their equipment and props.

The "completely voluntary" setting is really mysterious,

According to tests by some large organizations, drugging or mind control of players cannot be considered absolutely voluntary.

Li Ang couldn't use this piece of equipment himself, nor could he put it into his inventory.

However, this did not prevent him from casually wiping the shotgun and hanging it on the gun holster on his waist – if I can't use it, you can't take it either.

Li Ang's movements were natural and smooth, as if he was a habitual offender with rich experience.

He looked up at Bob, who was on the verge of suffocation, and weighed the cookie in his hand, saying coldly, "I heard you wanted me to eat this just now?"

Miss Chai tacitly punched Bob in the chest, delivering an uppercut that caved in his chest. He didn't know how many ribs were broken, and the cracking sound echoed incessantly.

After the uppercut, Miss Chai moderately loosened her grip on Bob's neck.

The latter, whose chest had been severely damaged, only felt his chest explode in pain, his vision was completely dark, and his ears were filled with roaring sounds, making him unable to see or hear anything.

"I, I was wrong..."

Bob, who couldn't see or hear, said with difficulty, "I shouldn't have thought about controlling you cough cough, I'm actually a member of the Midnight Brotherhood, and I'm willing to spend four thousand, no! Five thousand game currency to buy my own life after leaving the script world."

Bob didn't want to die at all. Before becoming a player, he was just a fresh meat store worker living in the slums with a meager salary.

He had no wife or children (to be precise, he had a girlfriend and illegitimate child many years ago, but he ran away and disappeared after the girlfriend became pregnant),

living a hard life.

After becoming a player, he turned over in one fell swoop and became a guest of honor of the local city's underground gang. He not only moved out of the slums, but also owned a luxury sports car and a charming partner,

becoming a true person above others.

Having just begun to taste the pleasures of life as a superior, Bob couldn't die here no matter what. He hadn't enjoyed enough.

"Five thousand game currency, heh, that's really generous."

Li Ang smiled and shook his head. He would not accept the other party's deal – this meant exposing his player nickname to a hostile organization.

He had a better way to control the other party.

"Open your mouth."

Li Ang said coldly, instructing Miss Chai to knock Bob to the ground and use brute force to pry open the black old man's mouth.

"What, what are you going to do?!"

Bob lay on his back on the ground, his jaws forcibly pried open, and there was even a tearing pain in the corners of his mouth.

He could only struggle while shouting vaguely, "It's useless! This [Sleepy Life] cookie is useless to me!

If I don't voluntarily trade it to you, this cookie won't trigger its effect!"

"Who said anything about feeding you a cookie?"

Li Ang shook his head, "You should feel lucky. Dao-ge, I'm old, and I can't lift a knife anymore.

If it were in the past, you, who are hostile to me, would now be torn apart and chopped finer than dumpling filling.

But just because I don't kill you doesn't mean I can't do anything to you..."

Li Ang said casually, dragging a fat, fleshy worm out of the void,

"Come on, open your mouth, and let uncle do an experiment."