The Fragments Others Couldn't See

001. The Fragments Others Couldn't See

"Xiao Jiang, hurry up and run from the blue zone! What are you standing around for?"

"Damn, Jiang Siming, don't tell me you disconnected? Why the hell are you running into the blue zone?"

"Forget that noob. I'll take Manager Wang out of the blue zone first. Manager Wang, sit behind me. I'll block the bullets for you!"

Listening to the chatter through his cheap headphones, Jiang Siming sat in the internet café, staring blankly at his computer screen.

Jiang Siming had graduated from university three years ago and worked as a salesman at a real estate company. Today, he had come to play a game with two colleagues and their team manager, Manager Wang.

Compared to his two colleagues, Jiang Siming's skills were terrible. He was only there to play medic and carry ammunition.

In fact, he was bad at the game and didn't know how to flatter people, so his presence in the game was practically nonexistent—so low it could be ignored entirely.

Yet Jiang Siming's computer hadn't frozen, and the game hadn't disconnected.

It was just that, in Jiang Siming's eyes, something unusual had appeared in the game.

While running from the blue zone, Jiang Siming noticed a flickering white light when he passed through P City.

At first, he thought he had seen it wrong or that his monitor was malfunctioning, but after checking several times, Jiang Siming confirmed that he really could see it.

"Hey, buddy, do you see that light?"

Jiang Siming even pointed at the computer and asked the guy beside him, who was also playing PUBG, but the other man shook his head. "No. What light?"

"That little white light. You can't see it? It's really bright."

Jiang Siming refused to believe it. Could there really be something wrong with his eyes? Cataracts? Did he need to treat them with Shapuaisi eye drops?

"What light? I think you're possessed. Hurry up and run from the blue zone, buddy. You're almost dead."

The guy beside him kindly reminded him and denied it again.

Jiang Siming found it strange. To make sure he hadn't seen wrong, he changed direction and turned into P City. He soon determined that the light was coming from a three-story building.

This was already the third wave of the blue zone. There wasn't a single soul left in P City—they had all run from the zone. Jiang Siming wasn't worried about anyone being in the city, so he charged straight into the three-story house where the light was shining.

At the top floor on the third story, Jiang Siming froze when he saw it.

A white fragment shaped like a musical note floated quietly in the corner, glowing with a bright white light that made it extremely conspicuous.

But this thing clearly didn't belong in PUBG, did it?

"Hey, hey, buddy, look! Is this fragment a new item in the game?"

Jiang Siming shouted excitedly. The guy beside him impatiently leaned over again and took a careful look before saying helplessly:

"What fragment? There's nothing in this room. Are you messing with me?"

"It's such a big fragment, and it's glowing so brightly. You can't see it? It's right here!"

Jiang Siming pointed at the white musical-note fragment on the computer screen. It was actually quite pretty.

"What fragment? I think you're sick!" The man stopped paying attention to Jiang Siming, assuming he was an idiot.

"How could that be? How can he not see it?" Jiang Siming said incredulously. Could this thing only be visible to him?

Curious, Jiang Siming decided to find out what the fragment was.

He walked over and pressed the pickup key. A ding suddenly rang out in his mind.

"Picked up one Kar98k Mastery Fragment (1/1). Fragment quantity full. It can be used directly."

"Use it!"

He had no time to be shocked. Jiang Siming already vaguely understood that something was wrong.

The instant Jiang Siming chose to use the fragment, a wisp of spiritual energy suddenly surged into his mind.

Then, to his horror, Jiang Siming discovered that his brain was filled with countless tricks for using the Kar98k: instantly opening the scope, pre-aiming, shooting moving targets, adjusting the gun's elevation, and so on. A huge amount of information about the game's sniper rifle flooded his mind.

He happened to be carrying a Kar98k himself. He had wanted to find a tree to test it out, but Wang Jun and the others were already impatiently urging him on.

"Xiao Jiang, what the hell are you doing? Are you an idiot? Hurry up and get out here and bring the med kits over!"

Hearing the manager curse at him, Jiang Siming suppressed his irritation and answered in a muffled voice before obediently running from the blue zone.

He was no longer the sunny campus heartthrob Jiang Siming he had been during his student days—the one who "discussed state affairs and wrote impassioned essays, treating the powerful like dirt," who "lived without restraint" and possessed "an upright and righteous spirit" that had captivated every girl in the university.

The cruelty of the workplace far exceeded his imagination.

Although he really wanted to talk back, the bitter lessons from several people who had gone against their bosses had already taught Jiang Siming the consequences.

Otherwise, as a top student who had graduated from a prestigious university, he wouldn't have ended up as a lowly salesman.

After barely making it out of the blue zone, Jiang Siming hadn't even had time to use any medicine before his two colleagues urged him to hand over all his supplies.

"Those meds are useless to you, Xiao Jiang. Just set up nearby and cover us with your gun. If any of us gets knocked, hurry up and revive us. Got it?" Wang Jun said in a commanding tone.

"Oh." Jiang Siming gave a casual reply and said nothing more.

He had given all the medicine to them, so Jiang Siming knew he could only stay at half health. Fortunately, he hadn't handed over his Kar98k—not because they didn't want it, but because they already had one each.

Thus, Jiang Siming was lucky enough to have a sniper rifle they didn't demand from him. Previously, whenever he picked up a Mini 14, they would search him and take it away.

Unfortunately, his Kar98k only had a Red Dot Sight, making it little better than a club.

In the past, Jiang Siming could have turned this Kar98k into a wedding firecracker—loud enough to make a sound, but incapable of hitting anyone.

But now, Jiang Siming was filled with confidence. Even with a Red Dot Sight, he could kill people!

"I see them! Southeast direction. They're heading this way!" his colleague Zhou Qiang shouted.

"Block them off. Manager Wang, your marksmanship is the best. I'll go ahead and open fire to draw their attention, and you can take care of them afterward." The other colleague, Yuan Bing, began flattering him again.

Jiang Siming was speechless inside. He really couldn't understand how they could fawn over someone so shamelessly. They had praised a man who couldn't even hit targets at close range into a master marksman.

But the enemy was approaching, and Jiang Siming had no time to mock them. He held the Kar98k and quietly waited for his prey.

Before long, a full squad approached from the southeast, though they were still some distance away.

When Zhou Qiang and Yuan Bing saw the equipment on the opposing team, their expressions turned grim. Every one of them was wearing Level 3 Armor!

One of them even wore a dazzling black helmet. That was a Level 3 Helmet!

"Damn! Their equipment is way too good. This is going to be tough."

Level 3 Armor could withstand many bullets, making it extremely difficult to kill someone instantly.

Bang!

Just then, a gunshot shattered the silence. It had come from Wang Jun.

Unable to hold himself back, Wang Jun thought he could instantly kill someone and fired first, exposing their position.

Zhou Qiang and Yuan Bing both felt like screaming, but naturally, they didn't say it aloud. They could only shout that the fight had begun and start firing as well.

Their hasty gunfire had little effect. The three of them hadn't even killed a single person before the enemy squad reacted, rushing beneath cover and hiding.

It was clear that this squad knew what they were doing. They didn't panic. Some threw smoke grenades, while others tossed Grenades, proceeding in an orderly fashion.

Wang Jun and the others, on the other hand, were blasted into a panic by the precisely thrown Grenades. Wang Jun was nearly killed.

"Should we leave? Manager Wang, we can't beat them." Zhou Qiang lay on the ground, trembling as he frantically used medicine and spoke to Wang Jun.

"Fine. This squad got lucky and found so much Level 3 Armor. We'll deal with them later." After dropping that piece of "tough talk," Wang Jun turned around and ran.