System: [13 people have died, 87 remain.]
Less than 10 minutes into the game, 13 people have already been eliminated. The pace is fast, and the system’s timely announcement of death tolls undoubtedly keeps the remaining contestants’ nerves continually on edge.
Ji You is no exception.
Her current situation is far from good. Although using a woven straw coat to hide in the bushes grants her temporary concealment from danger, without a solid weapon in hand, she’s doomed if she encounters someone armed with guns.
Moreover, continuous hiding, though seemingly safe, presents a greater risk over time. At the beginning of the competition, when everyone is unfamiliar with the environment and opponents, it is the time to gather strength and arm oneself. Missing this opportunity would spell disaster once all competitors strengthen, and even the best hiding spots won’t save her.
Ji You grits her teeth, contemplating abandoning this small hut when she suddenly hears soft footsteps.
Ji You quiets down again, standing her ground.
Soon, the distant footsteps get closer and closer—clearly coming from behind Ji You.
Listening to this, Ji You is sure it’s just one person.
As this person approaches the hut, their steps lighten, obviously cautious of any nearby dangers. Ji You holds her breath, allowing this person to come closer to her.
All around is eerily silent except for the light footsteps drawing closer as if nothing else alive remains.
Ji You holds her breath and concentrates, gauging the distance: 10 meters—5 meters—3 meters—
The person stops, muttering, "Amitabha... God bless..."
The person stops moving altogether.
Holding her breath, she’s almost suffocating herself. This person stopped just 3 meters away – it’s a slightly awkward distance; Ji You isn’t confident about striking accurately if she leaps out.
Moreover, it’s unknown whether the opponent is unarmed or armed.
Thus, Ji You can only continue holding her breath, hesitant to make a rash move.
The person, stooping, and finding the surroundings quiet, carefully moves forward a step, a half-step, a quarter-step...
Ji You listens with a tilted ear, discerning the frequency of the man’s movement, nearly suffocating herself. If she had a gun, she’d definitely send this coward to meet God right away.
Ji You counts the steps of the opponent, calculating the distance between them, and estimating the right moment to strike. Suddenly, a gust of wind blows, rustling nearby tree branches and swaying the bushes—
Ji You tenses her nerves, gripping the handle of her knife, when the person drawing near, perhaps startled by the wind-induced noise, suddenly stumbles toward Ji You’s direction—
Just when it fell, coincidentally, it landed right in front of Ji You. Seeing this sudden big face in front of her, in that short moment of delay, Ji You quickly drew her machete and was about to chop down.
The other party stared in surprise, never expecting someone hiding in the bushes, and suddenly shrieked, "Mercy, good sir!"
Ji You wouldn’t listen, her hand raised and the machete came slashing down—
Ji You stared in disbelief, fixating on her sharp blade edge: "!!!"
She narrowly dodged the strange man’s attack who was shivering and said, "Mercy... mercy..."
While he pleaded, he shuffled his legs, slowly increasing the distance from Ji You. Ji You looked up and saw that this cowardly weakling’s body was frail, his face utterly plain, and he showed clear signs of terror, constantly shouting, "Mercy, good sir, I’m just passing by, just passing by, don’t kill me..."
Confirmed! This is the ultimate coward! A fear-monster!
She couldn’t help but look up, gazing at the sky: Is this really the arena where everybody is killing each other, do or die?
It was during this 1 second that Ji You looked up at the sky that the boy had already run 10 meters away—how he managed that...
Without a second thought, Ji You chased after him with a knife in hand, and as soon as the boy saw Ji You coming after him, he panicked and started to sprint. However, Ji You’s speed was not slow either, she caught up in moments and grabbed the man’s neck. At this moment, Ji You could clearly see the man’s name tag, which read: [Weak Chicken].
For a while, Ji You was speechless.
Others choose names to announce their reign, bitterly desiring to conquer everything... And here he is, having chosen such a name for himself, truly unheard of.
’Weak Chicken’s’ expression was extremely terrified, "Don’t kill me... waah waah... I’m scared..."
"..." Ji You smirked and said, "Not killing you—is impossible."
Weak Chicken’s eyes widened, his limbs flailing, trying to break free, but this girl’s strength was surprisingly strong, and even his brute force couldn’t help him break free.
Weak Chicken was even more terrified, screaming continuously.
Ji You had no patience left: "Shut up!"
Killing such a weakling, truly lowered her own standards.
With a fierce scold above her head, Weak Chicken hesitated with his lips, not daring to shout any more.
Of course, Ji You did not relax her vigilance; she understood that in this entire battlefield, only she herself was the most reliable. Even though this person seemed very weak with no weapons in hand and was cowardly... it didn’t mean he posed no danger at all.
Ji You was somewhat interested in the skill he had just shown dodging her blade – knowing that she chopped directly at his head but he could still avoid it and she hadn’t noticed beforehand. This skill was definitely worth noting.
Spiritual power interference?
Ji You stared at Weak Chicken’s face, sizing him up with interest.
That look, as daunting as the Devil’s, made Weak Chicken’s body tremble continuously, but he still mustered his courage and said, "Big... big boss... mercy, I... I know a good place, if you’re willing to spare me, I’ll take you there." Because of his fear, his speech was a bit disjointed at first, but as he spoke, he became more fluent.
"There’s a good place, I’ll take the big boss there!"
Ji You was not interested at all and directly said, "How did you dodge my knife just now? Better speak quickly so I can send you on your way sooner."
Such a ruthless person.
She wasn’t influenced in the slightest.
Weak Chicken wasn’t so easy to bully, haven’t you heard that villains die from talking too much?