Bro, You Picked This Patch of Grass Too?

"Ring-ring-ring!!!!"

Early in the morning, with dawn barely breaking, a shrill alarm suddenly went off in Fang Ran's rented apartment. A hand reached out from beneath the covers, fumbled around the bedside table, found roughly the right spot, and slapped down hard!

Clang!

Something else seemed to have been knocked over.

"Ring-ring-ring!!!"

The alarm was still ringing, and the hand continued groping to the side.

Smack!!

"Ah!! My nose! My nose!!!"

"Are you sick? Why the hell did you set an alarm on a holiday!!!"

Ling, who had been peacefully sleeping early in the morning, had inexplicably been smacked flat. Instantly furious, she slapped Fang Ran right in the face!

Well, that did it. No one was getting any more sleep.

"Get up!! Hurry!! We've got something to do today!!"

The corner of Ling's Xiao Mi Power Bank jabbed Fang Ran in the cheek again and again as she spoke angrily.

"Sigh, I really don't get it. Why are you always so angry? People need to stay calm. Calm."

Fang Ran poked his face out from under the covers and earnestly advised Ling.

Get lost! Whose fault is it that I'm angry?!

The Power Bank hovered above him, looking ready to smash down at the slightest disagreement.

Seeing that, Fang Ran could only sigh helplessly and get up to put on his clothes.

"Where are we going?"

"Don't ask. Put on what you wore last night—hm, forget it. Just find something dark-colored."

Fang Ran did not understand, but he did not ask. He casually grabbed a set of clothes and was about to change when he suddenly froze! He remembered something!

"Wait! If I change like this, doesn't that mean you'll see everything!?"

Fang Ran clutched the pile of clothes to his chest in panic, like a beauty changing clothes after being barged in on by the male lead of a webnovel.

Ling was so furious she nearly spat blood. She roared at Fang Ran:

"Get lost!! What is there to see!? What the hell would I look at!!"

"So you did see it. Sigh... morals are in decline; people's hearts are no longer what they once were," Fang Ran muttered as he changed into another outfit.

This pervert.

Ling trembled with rage, but when she thought about how she still had to rely on this idiot to escape her current situation, she forcibly endured it.

"All right, where are we going?"

Fang Ran had changed into loose, oversized clothes. On his T-shirt, Crayon Shin-chan wore a blushing, goofy grin.

Ling: "."

Forget it. No point arguing with an idiot.

Ling directly summoned the Night Web Interface. Her feelings were complicated. Before yesterday, she had still been the Wandering Night Angel of Night Web, yet now she had fallen to the status of a Xiao Mi Power Bank. Returning to Night Web's backyard actually made her feel touched.

What the hell.

Ling opened an interface and entered a string of numbers, thirteen letters, and a mysterious symbol that had once been on one of her keys. The system prompt immediately sounded.

"Ding! Special qualification confirmed. You have permission to enter a special scenario."

"Ding! Transfer will begin shortly!"

"Holy shit! Xiao Mi, what did you do!? What is this thing!!"

Seeing the suddenly appearing system interface, Fang Ran was startled and hurriedly questioned his Summoned Beast.

The Power Bank simply floated there nonchalantly, its little girl's voice speaking lightly:

"Nothing much. A special scenario with decent rewards that only those with special qualifications can enter. I happen to have a qualification."

At the mention of another scenario, Fang Ran recalled that afternoon—the collapsed station, collapsed building, collapsed wall, being chased, being chased, being chased. He shuddered violently and immediately roared:

"Screw you!! I'm not going!! I'm not going!!!!"

"Heh~"

Ling sneered. Didn't want to go?

That was not up to him!

A flash of light passed, and Fang Ran immediately began to lose consciousness!

By the time Fang Ran came back to his senses, he was already on a plane.

Not the sort of modern airliner he knew. Looking at the two long rows of seats facing each other along both sides of the cabin, never mind how strange everyone looked—just this setup alone...

Tsk, it seemed somewhat familiar.

Fang Ran was still dazed, and he noticed that everyone on this Transport Plane was dressed impressively. He looked at the guy opposite him, clad in a pitch-black robe with a large hood that completely hid his face.

Damn, bro, that outfit was something else!

A Moke Ancient Monk?

Fang Ran's face was filled with utter confusion. What the hell had that unreliable Summoned Beast done? It was totally screwing over its master!

Embarrassingly enough, this was Fang Ran's first time on a plane. He could only imitate the others and tightly grip the shoulder straps with both hands.

Hm?

Shoulder straps?

Normally, even on a Transport Plane, everyone would not be given a backpack. Could this be...

Fang Ran stiffly turned his head toward the pack on his back. The words "Military Parachute" were written on it in glaringly obvious letters.

Just then, the cabin floor beneath their feet suddenly opened, and everyone, chairs and all, was "thrown" out of the plane.

Imagine this for yourself: someone who had never even been on a plane was now falling from several thousand meters in the air.

What would happen?

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

As for Fang Ran, all there was at that moment was an earth-shattering, long-drawn-out scream, along with the final thought in his mind.

Damn cheating Power Bank, this is Chicken Dinner!!!

And I don't know how to use a parachute!!!!!

Fortunately, the parachutes in Chicken Dinner opened automatically at a certain altitude. That successfully prevented a noob like Fang Ran, who did not even know how to use a parachute, from simply falling to his death. But if Fang Ran had dared to open his eyes and look up, he would have discovered...

Many capable people did not need parachutes at all. They cut loose their packs and showed off their own abilities, flying or gliding downward as they descended rapidly.

Meanwhile, on Fang Ran's side...

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!"

The gut-wrenching, heroic, miserable wailing continued.

Then, with his eyes shut the whole time, he drifted straight into the city below under his parachute.

Night had fallen. Darkness blanketed the sky, while the bustling city was brightly lit—but utterly devoid of people.

It was exactly like the Luocheng Fang Ran had experienced last time.

"AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

"Stop screaming!! Haven't you noticed that you've already landed!?"

Fang Ran's parachute was currently hanging from a large tree. His feet still dangled in the air, and he continued howling with the desperate conviction of if you make me fall, I'll die. Finally unable to watch any longer, Ling emerged from the backpack and smacked him hard across the face to snap him out of it.

"Ah!! My nose! My nose!!"

The sharp pain brought Fang Ran back to himself. He realized he was only about a meter off the ground, immediately relaxed, undid the loose buckle, and then stylishly...

Fell to the ground.

"What are you doing!"

"My legs are weak. I can't stand up."

Fang Ran said feebly. After experiencing a free fall from thousands of meters in the air, he felt as though even his bones had turned soft.

What!? You're calling me trash?

Come on! You try falling from the sky! If your legs don't go weak, I'll take your surname!

What a useless piece of trash. Ling looked speechlessly at Fang Ran, who was like mud that could not be plastered onto a wall, and wondered whether wasting such a precious qualification had been the right choice.

"Listen carefully. In this scenario, targets will be randomly deployed throughout this city. They aren't high-level, just E-Rank fodder."

The Xiao Mi Power Bank floated to Fang Ran's side, and her little girl's voice began explaining.

"Kill them, and the rewards will be settled immediately. It's best suited for beginners like you to quickly increase your strength. Do your best to eliminate the others, then just kill the final target, which is deployed last among the top fifty E-Rank targets."

"So it really is Chicken Dinner." Fang Ran complained helplessly, then turned and walked toward a dense patch of landscaping, declaring righteously:

"But sorry! My Chicken Dinner strategy has always been to hide until the end. I absolutely won't make a move!"

With that, Fang Ran jumped straight into the grass, meticulously concealed himself, and looked ready to hide there until the end of time.

Ling fell silent, trembling with anger—well, the Power Bank was trembling. Just as she was about to roar at Fang Ran and smack him in the face, another sneaky voice in the grass spoke in a lowered tone.

"Eh? Bro, what a coincidence. You picked this patch of grass to camp in too?"