I Need To Go On A Killing Spree!

The atmosphere in the dungeon suddenly grew heavy.

Cheng Shaofeng felt the temperature around him drop, and goosebumps broke out all over his skin.

Many people have experienced this.

You're alone somewhere doing something, knowing full well you're the only one there, when suddenly someone leans in from behind and speaks to you.

It can make you jump out of your skin!

At times like this, it's not about atheism—it's just pure, damn terror!

Cheng Shaofeng broke out in a cold sweat.

He stiffly turned his head. Sitting atop the pile of corpses behind him was an old man in bloodstained cloth robes.

The old man grinned, revealing a mouthful of stark white teeth.

"Waiting for rescue. Heh~ Many before you said the same thing, but look at the result. The raiders' table got another pot of meat stew."

"An ordinary person's strength is far too weak against raiders."

Hearing the old man speak normally, Cheng Shaofeng took a closer look and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Old man, when the hell did you hide in here? You scared me half to death."

"I've been here all along. You just didn't bother to check the corpses carefully when you came in—same carelessness as those raiders."

"Uh..." Cheng Shaofeng thought about it and realized it was true. When he entered, he saw multiple human corpses in the dungeon, instinctively kept his distance from that area, crouched in another corner, and then spent the whole time talking to Zero in his mind.

"Were you captured too?"

The old man curled his lip and spread his hands.

"What else?"

Seeing that the old man shared his fate, Cheng Shaofeng let down his guard and started chatting with him.

"How much longer do we have to live?"

After transmigrating, Cheng Shaofeng inherited part of the original owner's memories, giving him a basic understanding of this world. But since the original owner was just a bottom-dweller struggling to survive in this small place, his knowledge of the world was limited.

He had always lived in a place called Salt Well Town. Legend had it that hundreds of years ago, when the world was still normal, it was a large mine pit used for digging well salt. Later, due to its complex terrain and advantage in salt production, some wanderers settled there, and it slowly grew into a small town.

Cheng Shaofeng lived in this town. When he was sixteen, his parents died in an unfortunate trade with outsiders.

He became an orphan.

When he was young, his parents told him that after the world experienced a devastating world war, the environment changed drastically, the ecological balance was shattered, and many strange energies appeared on the planet, making animals and plants abnormal—even humans!

These raiders who captured him were a kind of deformed human.

They absorbed the energy of post-disaster nuclear radiation, their bodies mutated, limbs thickened, cerebellums shrank, all past memories vanished, leaving only primal instincts and a sliver of intelligence.

Thick-skinned and tough, with endless strength, every one of them a Big Muscle Man.

You could say their brains were full of muscle too.

Affected by radiation sources, their skin was mostly green, and their blood was highly corrosive.

Their Combat Power was strong—three or five ordinary humans were no match for one.

These deformed humans were called Raiders because they looted everything they saw, never produced anything themselves, moved in packs, and feared nothing. They were an extremely dangerous species on the wasteland.

Especially for normal humans!

But their uniquely powerful bodies also came with a natural flaw. The massive Radiated Material inside them destroyed their reproductive function, forcing them to continue their race in a special way.

Turning humans into Raiders!

The transformation method was brutal: capture normal humans, bring them to the tribe, and force-feed them a piece of Radiated Material. If they survived three days after eating it, they were transformed.

Of course, most died.

To the Raiders, death didn't matter. They'd just eat the corpse—no waste of meat.

Cheng Shaofeng had just been captured and wouldn't die immediately, but next... he would be forced to eat Radiated Material, then wait for death, or become a strong but soulless Big Muscle Man.

Hearing Cheng Shaofeng's question, the old man thought for a moment.

"Ten."

Cheng Shaofeng was overjoyed: "Ten hours from now? So the Raiders will perform the transformation at night?"

"That's right! During the day, the Raiders go out to find food. Only when they all come back at night do they have time to deal with their prey."

"In that case... I still have enough time for my companions to carry out a rescue."

The old man shook his head.

Cheng Shaofeng frowned slightly: "Don't tell me it's ten days? That's not realistic—I'd starve to death. Sigh~ Ten minutes?"

The old man: "Nine."

Cheng Shaofeng: (°ー°〃)

At that moment, Cheng Shaofeng faintly heard footsteps approaching from outside the dungeon.

The old man: "Eight."

"Holy crap! You guys, come save me!!!"

"Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!"

Three men in dark green clothes just crawled out of the dirt, spitting out bits of grit.

After a brief moment to tidy themselves up.

Three extremely high-pitched exclamations rang out: "Holy crap?!"

"Hiss—this texture!"

Pu Shenqi rubbed his face vigorously.

"Incredible! Absolutely incredible! It feels just like a real face—way too damn realistic!"

"Uh, if I'm not mistaken, you're African Thin Dog, right? Please take your hand off my face right now, or this is starting to look gay."

Ghost Face Demon Fox wore a look of utter disgust.

"Ahem! I was just trying to start a conversation between us."

Thin Dog said awkwardly.

But the next second, Ghost Face Demon Fox's lips curled into a Dragon King smirk: "Still. Thin Dog, you're right—this game is incredibly realistic. From digging in the dirt just now to simple character movement, our modeling precision has already surpassed my understanding of games. Interesting! Quite Interesting!"

African Thin Dog took a deep breath, feeling the faint sulfur smell in the air, watching the tiny dust particles glint in the sunlight, then stuck out his hand and licked the slightly salty dirt from under his fingernail.

"Sight, smell, taste, hearing, touch. No wonder Sentinel dared to say their game is 100% virtual reality!"

"This kind of tech... it's a revolutionary breakthrough, already beyond the limits of any game studio I know."

"Exaggerated, extremely exaggerated! Hard to believe I'd live to play a game like this!"

Ghost Face Demon Fox added: "And if Sentinel's right, we might be the first three people to ever play this game."

"Huh?"

At the mention of three people, African Thin Dog and Ghost Face Demon Fox both turned their gaze to their other teammate.

Both African Thin Dog and Ghost Face Demon Fox were tall, burly guys at 1.8 meters, solidly built, looking like trouble.

The last person, by comparison, was thinner and 5 cm shorter.

Right now, he had his right thumb pressed against his right lip, his index finger lightly stroking his chin, as if deep in thought.

African Thin Dog: "Uh... you're Lin Tang, right?"

Lin Tang nodded: "That's right."

African Thin Dog: "Good, then we're all here. Let's get to work. Sentinel told us to log in to help fix a bug—a newbie guide NPC is missing. We need to find it. Everyone think of a plan—where should we look? This game's beta version doesn't even have any hints or prompts."

Ghost Face Demon Fox Pointed At the watch on his wrist.

"Thin Dog, look at this. If I'm not mistaken, that flashing red dot should be the NPC we're looking for."

When the three crawled out of the dirt, each had a white Smartwatch strapped to their wrist.

Ghost Face Demon Fox: "Obviously, this game doesn't have the direct, crude text guidance we're used to in other games. Instead, it uses items around us to guide us. This design deepens our immersion, like we've really entered another world. This game's designer is Quite Interesting."

The Smartwatch had no other info—just a mini map showing the three's coordinates and... a route to the flashing red dot.

"Alright! Let's hurry up and fix this bug for Sentinel. A helmet this good... he just sent it over. Sentinel's really solid—sure, he looks pathetic when he's begging, but when good stuff comes up, he thinks of his bros!"

"True."

Ghost Face Demon Fox had also been hit up by Sentinel a few times, and now only felt gratitude.

"I usually share free guides online, helping thousands of forum users—boundless merit. Getting this opportunity today makes perfect sense."

African Thin Dog: "Reasonable! Very reasonable!"

Lin Tang pondered for a moment: "That said... I've made so many mods, even if I did wreck a few hundred forum users' computers, clearly my merits outweigh my faults. Sentinel still recognizes me! Once I get a feel for this game, I'll make him a few mods as thanks."

African Thin Dog: "..."

Ghost Face Demon Fox: "..."

"Ah, forget it! Let's do the quest, do the quest!"

The three carefully crept along the path where Cheng Shaofeng had been captured by the raiders.

Half an hour later, they lay in the grass, staring at the Raider Camp ahead, filled with several green Big Muscle Men.

Thin Dog and Demon Fox both swallowed hard.

"Looks Like... this isn't something newbies like us can handle."

"I just realized—we have no weapons, no gear, no skills or talents. We're supposed to... take on these Green Skins with our bare hands?"

At that moment, Lin Tang suddenly stood up, revealing a not-so-bulky but imposing figure.

"Holy crap? What are you doing! Don't expose us!"

Thin Dog and Demon Fox were shocked.

Lin Tang held a rock in his hand, eyes narrowed, looking like a Veteran Player:

"I don't know where this is, and I don't know who I am, but I know... I Need To go on a killing spree!"

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