Want a Free Ride? Are You Qualified? Do You Have Talent?

There are always people who either don't understand human speech or simply don't want to listen!

Although Wang Zhen and Zheng Zha had made things perfectly clear, there were still those who turned a deaf ear, hoping to get a free ride!

Their excuses were quite reasonable, too!

"We're all friends, you should help us since we're newcomers," "I'm a woman, you must give me a gift," "This junk of yours is just trash nobody wants, I'm doing you a favor by throwing it away for you..."

The excuses were varied and all delivered with a sense of self-righteousness; one person even reached out to grab items while they were still talking!

"Ah..."

After a shrill scream, the chattering noise vanished instantly, replaced by various curses and complaints.

"If you're willing to buy on credit, just say which set you want! If you want a free ride... get lost!" Wang Zhen stroked Little White on his shoulder and said expressionlessly.

Just a moment ago, that clever soul who wanted a free ride had been bitten by Little White, leaving a bloody hole in the hand he had reached out.

"Big Brother, give me a set of body armor and a gun. If I can survive and return to the God Hall you mentioned, I'll give you the reward points. If I can't make it back, just consider it a failed investment." A teenager with a head a size larger than average but very sparse hair—possessing that trait where a smart brain means no hair—said with a smile.

"Take it. Given your aptitude, I don't think my investment will go down the drain! As the first person to break the ice, I'll give you a little gift for free!" Wang Zhen handed over a backpack and said with a smile.

Although Wang Zhen didn't know this person's name, if he couldn't survive this Ju-On plot world, then his name wouldn't matter anyway.

Regarding this teenager who was the first to eat the crab, Wang Zhen could sense mental power far exceeding that of an ordinary person, guessing that his head, which was clearly a size larger than others, had undergone a mutation.

This teenager's mental power was even stronger than the late Zhan Lan, and his emotional intelligence was clearly quite good. Therefore, Wang Zhen didn't mind making an investment; after all, he and Zheng Zha had incompatible values and couldn't see eye to eye, and Zhang Jie was a special kind of old fox—even if he wanted to make friends, Wang Zhen wouldn't dare associate with him.

On the contrary, this big-headed teenager made him feel that his talent was good, and although he smiled very cordially, it was too perfect, making it seem a bit fake. It was like a plastic surgery face: every feature was beautiful, and the overall combination fit the aesthetic, but you could tell at a glance that it was all high-tech craftsmanship!

With this big-headed teenager breaking the ice, others started to have ideas; after all, while there were stubborn adults, there weren't many! In a strange place, getting a set of weapons for self-defense was absolutely the right choice. So what if the price was high? It was on credit anyway.

Several more people came to buy on credit, and Wang Zhen didn't turn anyone away, though none of them received a small gift from him like the big-headed teenager. Although some of these people were dissatisfied, the fact that the crow had just opened a bloody hole in the hand of someone who wanted a free ride was enough to deter these "brave warriors" who had no strength to truss a chicken!

"I want a set of weapons too, but I don't want body armor. Give me a shotgun, a large-caliber one, otherwise it won't have enough kick!" a low, hoarse voice said.

Wang Zhen looked at the mixed-race man of medium build and ordinary appearance before him, and his heart tightened. It wasn't because this person was incredibly strong, but because this man had killed too many people!

In Wang Zhen's perception, this man of about thirty, with ordinary features and a cheerful look, was shrouded in a heavy, thick scent of blood...

The number of people he had killed definitely exceeded his own!

"Don't be nervous. I'm not a hitman, just an old veteran in the late stages of cancer." Seeing Wang Zhen's expression change slightly, the man who called himself a veteran mocked himself.

"A veteran? It's not often you see a veteran who has killed hundreds! But since you're a professional, I'll give you a discount." Wang Zhen smiled and replied.

Wang Zhen also handed this veteran a bag.

"Walther P99 (pistol), Type 56 (Domestic Type 56 Submachine Gun), Benelli M-1014 (semi-automatic shotgun), PKM (Soviet-made, 7.62 general-purpose machine gun), M-DN11 (German grenade, containing 3,800 steel balls)."

"Your selection of weapons is quite interesting. All over the place." The veteran couldn't help but laugh when he saw these guns.

Generally speaking, when it comes to firearms, most people stick to what they know because long-term use of a single type of gun creates a sense of familiarity. Every flaw and advantage is known by heart, allowing one to naturally play to their strengths and avoid weaknesses, or even utilize the flaws!

Therefore, a professional gunman rarely uses guns casually and usually has preferences. However, the guns Wang Zhen brought out were from various countries. An ordinary person might think he was just picking famous brands, but this veteran could also detect the lingering scent of blood on Wang Zhen after he had killed.

This was a special kind of resonance between peers.

Could someone who had killed so many people be an ordinary person?

The veteran didn't press further. For professionals like them who had killed too many, it was best not to get to the bottom of things; it was easy to invite trouble.

Several more people came to buy on credit, and although their giggling and laughing suggested a risk of defaulting, Wang Zhen didn't care at all!

Want to owe Wang Zhen a debt and not pay it back?

You're really overthinking it.

"Mission 1: Survive for seven days. 1 C-rank side quest, 2,000 reward points."

"Mission 2: Eliminate Kayako. 1 B-rank side quest, 5,000 reward points."

"With twenty newcomers, it seems the difficulty is just raising Kayako from a C-rank at most to a B-rank. I have to say, the God Hall doing this is really quite something! If you want to live, you have to kill Kayako; this is forcing everyone to risk their lives against a B-rank Kayako!"

"However, just like the Xenomorph Queen in the previous plot world, Kayako should have flaws; she isn't truly unsolvable!"

"Besides, I've prepared a big party for Kayako. I hope everyone likes it!" Wang Zhen felt stable and optimistic upon seeing these two simple tasks.

Zhang Jie and Zheng Zha were different.

Zhang Jie was still there putting on a clumsy performance of being terrified and panicked, as if he would "whoosh" and wet himself the moment Kayako appeared. Yet, in Wang Zhen's line of sight, his eyes were completely devoid of ripples, remaining dead and indifferent.

Zheng Zha was genuinely panicking!

If it were a monster like a Xenomorph, even a behemoth like the Queen, he wouldn't be afraid—if all else failed, he could just release his Gene Lock!

That... he was familiar with!

But now, it was Kayako!

As everyone knew, this was a ghost—a malicious ghost, a female malicious ghost—doubling the level of terror!

And the most critical point was that in the movie plot, she could transmit the curse through a videotape!

"Since the plot world has begun! Let everyone's fate be in their own hands, shall we?" Wang Zhen stood up and walked outside.