He died again.
It was five in the afternoon in Fog City. The sun had yet to set, and the summer heat had yet to fade.
Inside Lin Feng's rented apartment, someone had lost all hope.
I'm down. Only Ice Cola can get me back on my feet.
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Only after downing a bottle of Ice Cola did Lin Feng perk up.
He had perished in battle.
Game over.
He had died again, earning himself a lovely eight-hour Joy cooldown.
He had survived longer this time than he had ever imagined.
Six hours.
Just over another hour, and reinforcements would have arrived.
But what happened in that final hour or so went completely beyond his expectations.
He could tell that the game had still shown him mercy.
The first few hours had been chaotic, but there had still been a sliver of hope. As long as he could find a "safe spot" and stay there, he could avoid the deadly calamity.
But in that final hour...
There was nowhere safe on Bull-Head Mountain.
Lin Feng briefly recalled the scenes. His fight with Ironhead Viper had been nothing worth mentioning.
Ironhead Viper's strength lay in venom.
The snake wasn't particularly intelligent.
Every Mountain God had a different "foundation."
The foundation of the Mountain God of Clear Spring Stockade on Front Mountain lay in the forest.
Those old men were tree spirits gathered together. The god relied on vitality and the help of trees covering the mountainside. The trees were its foundation.
Ironhead Viper was different.
Ironhead Viper's strength lay in venom. The first thing the snake had done upon becoming a Mountain God was strengthen that venom.
Other Snakes served as the viper's eyes.
Unfortunately, Bull-Head Mountain had been inexplicably Uncanny that night. The viper could barely protect