The instant these blood chips appeared in front of Xiao Lan, they automatically became his; regardless of whether he accepted them or not, the result was the same.
“Ding dong —”
“Warning, player’s current death risk has surpassed 60%.”
Hearing the system’s cold-hearted death risk notification, Xiao Lan’s heart was just… I have a string of curses I don’t know if I should say out loud.
He looked at the three people in front of him who were expressionless because they had no faces, and wondered if they had taken advantage of the instant he was distracted to cheat. However, he had no proof, and even if he did, the Advent World probably wouldn’t care either.
Xiao Lan really missed Luo in that moment. If Luo was by his side, he would most likely be indifferent to these little situations.
Unfortunately, Luo could now only lie on his back and quietly serve as his new year mini pig.
With a 60% risk of death, Xiao Lan now had to be especially careful with every step he took; he might experience what was known as the world’s malice very soon.
Since the situation had reached this point, Xiao Lan no longer planned to continue with this game.
It seemed that because of the 60% chance of death bonus, far more human figures chose to throw themselves at Xiao Lan rather than at Wu Ting.
Xiao Lan pressed against the mahjong table with both hands and directly flipped the entire table over like an extremely unreasonable gangster. The mahjong tiles scattered over the floor, causing the human figures who were swarming forward to slip and instantly fall into a heap.
When the three mahjong friends saw this, they also understood that the peaceful exchange had ended. They stood up one after another and attacked Xiao Lan, amply and boldly demonstrating that ‘if we can’t kill you at the mahjong table, then we’ll kill you away from it’.
Xiao Lan wasn’t polite at all either, and took out 【This is a dagger coated in highly toxic poison】 to meet them head on.
Darting sideways to evade the punch from one of the male mahjong players, Xiao Lan flipped his hand, and with a single slash, left a deep cut on that featureless face.
If it was a person, half his skull might have been sent flying. Unfortunately, this one wasn’t human, and turned his head and continued to jump about.
At the same time, Xiao Lan didn’t know how these human figures functioned. They clearly could move and also possessed consciousness, but attacks with the dagger didn’t trigger any notification of toxicity, as if they were all just a pile of dead things.
Perhaps they were being controlled by souls, which the dagger couldn’t physically attack, Xiao Lan surmised.
However, though there was no poison, the dagger’s sharpness was still impressive.
Severing the arms of the attacking human figures with each swing wasn’t difficult. Xiao Lan darted through the horde of figures. Each attack left twisted limbs all over the floor, and the human figures were unable to get close.
With a single punch, Xiao Lan shattered a human figure that tried to sneak in an attack, and he unexpectedly heard a system notification.
“Poverty is unable to restrict my imagination, obtained 【Unnamed little friend’s piggy bank】.”
【Name: Unnamed little friend’s piggy bank】
【Ability: Can take out an unlimited number of coins】
【Description: Who knows which unscrupulous adult actually stole a little friend’s piggy bank】
Xiao Lan: “…”
He suspected that this item was mocking him.
With the thought that perhaps these coins had some use, Xiao Lan found the time to take out a coin in between beating up the human figures.
“Obtained one yuan, poverty value decreased by 1000.”
Xiao Lan: “…”
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Logically speaking, this was clearly just a one yuan coin and had no special function at all; why was it worth 1000?! This trash game is cheating me of my poverty value!
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Xiao Lan found the time to ask Wu Ting, “What did you do to stir up the hornet’s nest? Why are there so many of them?”
Wu Ting kicked away two figures. “It’s probably envy from seeing how beautiful I am ba.”
Xiao Lan rolled his eyes. “Envy over what? That you can wear a skirt?”
Wu Ting shot him a glance. “Do you have any complaints? Want me to give you one?”
Xiao Lan hurriedly shook his head. “Thanks, but no thanks. A respectable person wouldn’t rob another person of their treasure.”
“How would you know if you don’t try?” Wu Ting swung a sharp blade sideways, dispatching several of the figures in front of him. “Perhaps it’ll open a door to a whole new world.”
Xiao Lan grabbed the female mahjong player and tossed her into the crowd like a weapon as he refused. “It’s better if this door is locked forever.”
Wu Ting clicked his tongue and gave him an elaborate eye roll in return, and even forgot to fake his voice. “Shallow.”
This guy’s voice was pretty manly; who knew why he would walk down this path of no return.
As more and more figures fell, a layer of limbs and other body parts accumulated on the ground, which started to make it hard for everyone present to move.
Right at that moment, numerous doors along the room’s walls also opened.
This was followed by the sound of footsteps. Quite a number of doors opened, and there was the sound of many people hurrying over.
There were only seven players in this game. Excluding the already dead Meng Ze and Luo, who couldn’t maintain his human form, only five players were still active. Apart from Xiao Lan and Wu Ting, the remaining three players clearly weren’t able to produce such vigorous footsteps.
It definitely wasn’t allies that were coming.
Xiao Lan’s gaze turned serious. “Are they planning to suffocate us to death here?”
Wu Ting asked, “Do you have an idea?”
Xiao Lan thought for a moment. “I do… But I can’t guarantee the results, and it won’t differentiate friend from foe.”
Under Wu Ting’s skeptical gaze, Xiao Lan took out 【Canned herring with durian】. “I don’t know if these things can be considered living organisms. If they’re not, you might be the only one who’ll get hurt.”
Thinking of that sharp and tart smell, Wu Ting revealed a ‘it seems the swindler wants to harm me’ expression.
Xiao Lan said, “If you have a better solution, just take it out. No need to be polite.”
The expression on Wu Ting’s face was marvelous, and held the despair of someone at the end of their rope. “Come ba…”
With Wu Ting’s complicated gaze fixed on him, Xiao Lan opened his 【Canned herring with durian】 collector’s item.
Instantly, the stench of the sour flavour of fermented fish mixed with the pungent smell of durian filled the air. It was as if this smell had been made more concentrated by some unknown power, and it was even more intense than the original scent.
Wherever the scent passed through, the chaotic human figures would pause for a moment. It was as if all the humans or nonhumans present were in a poison gas chamber.
But the next moment, they were like cockroaches in the face of pesticide, and they began to run off wildly at a speed Xiao Lan had never seen before. They strove to be the first to escape this poison gas chamber, and the human figures that had congregated together at first were now like headless flies as they dispersed from this maze-like room.
There was also Wu Ting, who was keeping pace with them. Because of the item’s effect, he couldn’t control himself and ran far away from Xiao Lan. As he ran, he dry-heaved. “Xiao Lan! Damn you! Blergh —”
Just like that, his figure gradually disappeared through one of the doors.
Xiao Lan was suddenly left bereft. At that moment, he was like a stinky guy whom no one wanted to be friends with.
Except for Luo. Luo was currently still resting peacefully on Xiao Lan’s back. He wasn’t breathing and had no heartbeat, and remained unmoved by the two-pronged attack from the canned herring and durian.
Xiao Lan looked at the item description which said, ‘Has a low probability of attracting strange things’. Could it be that the item regarded Luo as a strange thing?
It seemed there weren’t any problems.
Seizing the moment when the crowd dispersed, Xiao Lan hurriedly found a nice-looking door and left the mahjong room.
As for Wu Ting, when Xiao Lan recalled his fierce expression at the end that looked like he wanted to beat someone up… just leave their next meeting to fate ba.
【Canned herring with durian】’s effect was much better than he had expected. Xiao Lan opened several doors in a row and didn’t see any figures; the path forward was surprisingly and unimaginably smooth.
However, the 60% death risk wasn’t just for show.
Each and every place Xiao Lan passed through had things above him, half of which would fall toward his head. The floorboards he walked over would creak and groan. There was even a room which had a handphone that was charging, and it exploded just as Xiao Lan passed by, as if it wanted to take him down with it.
It was as if a grim reaper had fixed his attention on Xiao Lan, and was looking for the slightest chance to kill him.
Xiao Lan used his keen sense of danger and agility to avoid these crises and emerge unharmed.
When he pushed open a door this time, a different sight greeted him.
It was a corridor.
A perfectly straight corridor, and the false city could be seen through the window on the side. Looking down along the hallway, there was a closed door at the end which was beautiful and looked different from the other doors before.
It made it very easy for people to assume that this door was a shortcut to leaving the game.
However, Xiao Lan, who had gone through the mahjong room, had some doubt. The game’s reminder was ‘end in four days’, and it had already been said very clearly that this was a survival game; would a way to leave the game early really be set up here?
Xiao Lan looked at the door. It looked like sweet hope and also a vile trap.
It was still raining heavily outside the window, but the night sky was starting to brighten; it wasn’t far from daybreak. Should he return to the previous room and wait for daybreak, or try this unfathomable door?
Xiao Lan was mulling over this, when a scalp-numbing sense of danger suddenly appeared next to him.
With no time to think too deeply, Xiao Lan rolled over the ground and to the side.
He then lifted his head to look at the spot he had been standing in, and saw that a face taller than him had appeared on the wall. Currently, its lips were pulled back to give him a malevolent smile.
Wizened and haggard, with one morbid grey eye; it was a face that they hadn’t seen for many days — the landlord.
The landlord’s face occupied the entire wall. He stared fixedly at Xiao Lan, and slowly approached him like a projection.
While Xiao Lan was staring vigilantly at him, the landlord’s face promptly disappeared, and in the next second, attacked from the wall behind Xiao Lan.
He was too close; Xiao Lan couldn’t evade in time, and there was a stab of pain in his shoulder.
He turned his head to look, and saw a wound like a cut from a blade on his shoulder. Light flashed in the landlord’s grey eye on the wall.
“Heeheehee…” The landlord let out a hoarse and unpleasant-sounding laugh.
Not only could this guy teleport, but he could also do long-range attacks!
This was simply cheating!
Xiao Lan flipped his hand and stabbed at the face on the wall with his dagger. However, he discovered that the landlord was like a phantom, and couldn’t be attacked at all.
Before Xiao Lan could react, a new round of attacks arrived, and he could only go all out to avoid them.
The landlord was too quick at teleportation, and the corridor couldn’t be considered wide. After a few times, even if Xiao Lan evaded the attacks with his sharp senses and wasn’t heavily wounded, he still sustained plenty of injuries.
There was a gash on his cheek which contrasted with his cold and pale skin that couldn’t tan, making it even paler.
His whole body was already stained with blood from injuries big and small, but Xiao Lan’s movements were still nimble. His back was bowed slightly and he assumed an alert pose, his whole body stretched taut as he maintained a state in which he would be able to counterattack at any time, like an elegant yet dangerous feline predator.
Xiao Lan stood in the center of the corridor as he stared at the landlord, his gaze sharp like a cutting blade and beads of sweat rolling down his handsome face to his jaw.
Teleportation plus long-range attacks and a non-corporeal body to boot; these things were extremely disadvantageous to Xiao Lan.
The more narrow the environment, the more advantageous it was for teleportation. This corridor could already be considered spacious compared with the other rooms, but it was still narrow, which made it very difficult for Xiao Lan to evade the attacks.
In front of a non-corporeal body, 【This is a dagger coated in highly toxic poison】 was completely ineffective.
He could activate a skill to attack the spiritual body, but he wouldn’t be able to keep up with his opponent’s speed. For the same reason, if he activated a speed skill, he wouldn’t be able to attack his opponent.
For a moment, it seemed that Xiao Lan was in dire straits. Could this be the true might of the 60% death risk?
With his next breath, he was attacked yet again. A silvery light coalesced in the landlord’s eye once more. Seeing this glimmer of light, Xiao Lan’s body had already instinctively thrown itself to the side.
At that moment, lightning cut through the clouds outside, instantly lighting up the entire corridor in a snow-white expanse.
After the lightning passed, the attack Xiao Lan was waiting for didn’t happen. He looked at the landlord, and saw that the latter’s attack had been cancelled for some unknown reason.
Was the lightning somehow able to suppress him?
Taking closer note, Xiao Lan avoided the attacks while he waited for the next flash of lightning.
Sure enough, in the next few attacks, as long as there was lightning, the landlord would stop, as if he was interrupted by some unknown force.
While the injuries on his body had increased because of this and he cut a sorry figure, Xiao Lan felt that it was very worth it, having tested the landlord’s weakness.
Xiao Lan wiped away the blood that dripped into his eyes from a new cut on his forehead, then curled his lip to give the landlord’s ghost face a flashy smile.
Mr Landlord, want to find out what a hundred thousand volts is like?
He then thought of the 【Unnamed little friend’s piggy bank】 which he had obtained.
Or how about learning what an electromagnetic gun is like?
The author has something to say:
Xiao Lan: Pikachu transform, thunderbolt!
Luo: Meow meow meow… (Translation: Sir, it’s time to take your medicine…)
Thank you for the new chapter!
Ahhh Xiao Lan, you’ve gotta protect our Luo! And yourself, of course.
Thanks for the chapter <3
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Toaru kagaku no railgun? lol
Rip Wu Ting
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Thanks for the chapter~ ^w^ ❤❤❤
Lighting a candle for Wu Ting~ 🕯
Thanks for the chapter~
Thank you so much for translating! <3
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lololol Go stinky Pikachu~ xD
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“Pikaluo I choose you!” dying HeLP wheeze 🤣🤣
That piggy bank sounds like a cheat for Wang Taidi.
MC is super lucky…… when it comes to chancing upon items that would be useful for someone else. 😂 That piggybank would be perfect for little Wang, as he has that skill that needs money.