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Chapter 64: The Garlic Wuxia Saga (Part 11)
Chapter 64: The Garlic Wuxia Saga (Part 11)
“Hey, buddy,” Pan Feng said, widening his eyes in disbelief. “Did you just ignore everything I said? I already told you how strong derivative beings are! What exactly are you trying to prove here? Are you trying to get yourself killed? Why don’t you come with us to finish the main quest first, then we’ll all leave the scenario?”
Feng Bu Jue replied calmly, “As you said, even a level-4 derivative being in this scenario is only slightly stronger than a boss like Ashiford in terms of intelligence and combat power. What’s the big deal about killing it?”
Hua Xiong frowned. “But why would we need your help for that?”
Xiao Tan chimed in, his face twisted in exaggerated shock. “Right! We really don’t need to get involved in this!”
Feng Bu Jue folded his arms. “You’re saying that because killing a derivative being isn’t a side quest, a hidden task, or part of the main storyline, and it’s a huge risk, right?”
The three nodded in unison. “Exactly.”
Feng Bu Jue smirked. “But have you forgotten what’s most important in a game—aside from experience levels and skill points?”
“Uh… what’s that?” Xiao Tan asked.
“Fun,” Feng Bu Jue said with a grin. “You said yourself that players rarely encounter derivative beings. This might be our only chance. If we’re stuck in a team scenario, I can queue for it again and again. Dying once isn’t the end of the world.” He paused, gesturing toward the empty street. “Imagine this: we stumble across a derivative being, and instead of fighting it, we just watch two Gms clear the main quest and boot us out of the scenario. How boring would that be? Even if I queued up normally and got killed by a random monster, that’d be more exciting than sitting this out.”
Xiao Tan tilted his head upward, staring at the sky. “Now that you mention it… skipping this fight does feel like missing out on something rare.”
“Exactly,” Feng Bu Jue said. “How many players never even get to see one of these things? Even if we die, so what? It’s like playing Contra a thousand times, and suddenly you face a boss from Castlevania. You wouldn’t dream of skipping that fight, would you?”
“Oh! That’s a solid point!” Xiao Tan exclaimed, his eyes lighting up.
Pan Feng muttered to Hua Xiong, “This kid’s mindset is seriously messed up.”
“Messed up? He’s practically a gentleman—if you catch my drift,” Hua Xiong whispered back, smirking.
Feng Bu Jue snapped, “You two are standing right next to me, whispering like that! What’s the point? It’s not like I can’t hear you!”
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By 5 p.m., they stood outside the gun shop, examining the aftermath of the attack.
Jibu Shao Ye and Name Zhen Nan Qu had long since vanished into white light. Players killed in the scenario never left corpses behind. The same rule applied if a player mutated from a virus—their body would dissolve into white light, replaced by a common zombie at the same spot.
The game company ensured no player corpse lingered. You either vanished in light or survived.
Without a body, reconstructing the derivative being’s attack was tricky. Feng Bu Jue circled a blood-soaked sofa torn apart by claws. “They sat here, guns ready, each watching a different direction,” he said, sitting down. “The shell casings nearby confirm they were firing. The blood splatter shows the same thing.” He stared at the direction Xiao Ming had guarded. “The derivative being came from over there…” He stood, walking forward until he reached a crossroads, then turned back, studying the ground. “The creature’s probably a woman—or at least, it looks human from a distance. Maybe even a beauty.”
“How do you know that?” Xiao Tan asked.
“These bloodstains are gold,” Feng Bu Jue said, crouching. “See these high-heeled footprints? No zombies on this street wore heels.” He looked up. “So the owner of these prints isn’t here anymore. It killed two players and left.”
He walked a few steps, stopping where the footprints ended. “About ten paces from the sofa—that’s where it attacked. And here…” He pointed at a clear heel mark in front of the sofa. “This is where it stood when it struck.” He glanced back at the crossroads. “Nearly seven meters. It leaped that distance in one go. Definitely not a slow blood wolf zombie.”
Moving to the sofa’s other side, he added, “After killing them, it left the way it came. Once it walked far enough into fresh bloodstains, it left more traces.”
“Hold on,” Xiao Tan interrupted. “You still didn’t answer my question. Just because it wears heels doesn’t mean it’s a beauty!”
Feng Bu Jue pointed at the footprints. “Look how they’re placed—walked, not ran. Not shuffling like a zombie. From the stride and blood depth, I’d guess 1.65 meters tall, light build, and a graceful gait.”
“Maybe it’s just a flashy monster?” Xiao Tan suggested.
Feng Bu Jue countered, “Imagine a monster in heels—or a man wearing them—strolling toward you. Would you sit still and wait until it’s ten steps away?”
Xiao Tan hesitated. “Hmm… fair point.”
“If it looked like a monster, Name Zhen Nan Qu would’ve shot first,” Feng Bu Jue continued. “Two possibilities: Either it charged…”
“Which we can rule out from the footprints,” Xiao Tan noted.
“Or,” Feng Bu Jue said, “it kept walking calmly, then attacked. In that case, they’d have time to stand and retreat, fighting while backing away.”
“What if it paralyzed them with some power?” Xiao Tan asked.
“Then we’d have to discard the idea that it looked monstrous,” Feng Bu Jue said. “So let’s assume it looked human. But why a beauty?”
“Call it a hunch,” Feng Bu Jue shrugged. “Could be plain-looking too.”
“Pfft…”
Feng Bu Jue sat on the sofa again, tracing the torn leather. “Here’s what happened: They sat here, watching a woman approach—graceful, human, no threat. When it closed to ten steps, they noticed something wrong and tried to fight. But at that range, it was already too late.” He gestured at the shredded sofa. “This damage looks like Wolverine went berserk. And those last few footprints ten meters back? No acceleration, no deeper marks. It didn’t even break stride.”
“What does that mean?” Xiao Tan asked.
Feng Bu Jue asked, “How far can you jump without a running start?”
“Two meters, maybe?”
“This thing leaped six. Then it shredded them—hands, claws, doesn’t matter. Sofa included.” He rubbed his chin. “That’s the story the blood tells.”
Xiao Tan shouted toward a nearby rooftop, where Pan Feng and Hua Xiong lounged, ignoring him. “Hey, you two! Keep your eyes peeled!”
The pair didn’t respond, continuing their chat.
Feng Bu Jue sighed. “Relax. They said the system will notify them if the derivative being comes within a kilometer. They’ll see its coordinates on their scenario map.”
“This system’s such a pain,” Xiao Tan grumbled. “Why not just give them the coordinates directly?”
“Because derivative beings are ‘uncontrollable data,’” Feng Bu Jue explained. “They must resist system tracking. If the system could just zap them with lightning, why bother with Gms? Besides…” He lowered his voice. “We shouldn’t trust everything those two say.”
Xiao Tan stiffened. “You think they’re lying?”
“No, they’re telling the truth,” Feng Bu Jue said. “But they’re just employees. How do we know the Dream Corporation higher-ups told them the whole truth about derivative beings?”
(End of Chapter)
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