Chapter 132 - 132 115 Rescue

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Chapter 132 of "How Am I Still Alive?" opens revealing: 132: Chapter 115: Rescue 132: Chapter 115: Rescue During the night of the disaster, the... Keep going!

132: Chapter 115: Rescue 132: Chapter 115: Rescue During the night of the disaster, the first night is the hardest to endure. And when dawn truly arrives, it doesn’t mean that everything improves, it merely signifies that most “weaker” individuals have been “eliminated” and there’s no possibility of rescue anymore. “Are we, just going to let it be?” “This is our job, hunting magic monsters, protecting Mr. Key, hunting down cultists and so forth, there are other professional warriors to do that.” “Yes, Little Lu, do as much as you can, let’s not snatch the leading roles. But from another angle, we as supporting roles, in the midst of disaster rescue more people, in some sense we are more important.” After asking initially, Lu Ping’an didn’t say anything, he just silently followed and completed the tasks given by the senior brothers. But abnormal beside…. Gold cannot be concealed for long, soon, the senior brothers also noticed something was wrong….. “He’s too calm, and this combat power… isn’t he a first-tier newbie?” “I saw him kill a 2-tier gray worm-like monster, it only took him a few seconds.” “Oh, he is the ninth overall in the college entrance exam of Ancient City University this time, it’s said he defeated a third-tier in actual combat, I thought there was some exaggeration… why are you all staring at me, didn’t I tell you?” Guan Xinxian found himself at a loss, patted his belly, and laughed awkwardly. In a real social team, there are no face-slapping shock dramas, when others realize you’re capable, they often throw more work your way. “So, we can stay a little longer, due to Old Guan, the warriors of the Combat Series are unwilling to follow us, they have nothing to do…” Each professional’s time and opportunity for practice are limited, and how much they can showcase on the stage also depends on whether their teammates are in step with them. This team in front of us, perhaps it should be called Guan and his two accessories, it’s quite normal for other professionals eager for “progress” not to follow. Naturally, Lu Ping’an stepped to the frontline on the deck. The gunner’s ammunition is always limited, sailors who choose the Path of battle are handicapped without progressing to the third-tier, the strongest Guan perhaps can fight, but he doesn’t want to… Lu Ping’an inexplicably became the main force of battle. He stood at the bow, the tentacles behind him were dancing crazily, any unauthorized boarder would be whipped, kicked off, and killed by him. When the sun rose on the second day, Lu Ping’an sent Meow back to the cabin to rest, she had shown obvious signs of overworking, her usual “meow” language had multiplied several times. At the same time, he also realized the superiority of the “Summoning Series” in a protracted battle, and the outrageousness of this rescue ship “Ark”. He could stand still most of the time, only occasionally adjusting his position, without having to pay the price of ability, much less bear the consequences of ability overload, he could fight continuously. It’s the same with the Ark, it keeps moving forward, exploring, seeking, replenishing energy automatically and even repairing itself…. if it were a normal ship, fear it would have run aground in some battle earlier. Even if the ship can handle it, if there were normal rescue teams on board, after a night of intense rescue, search and retrieval, they would have been worn out already. “To meet the Ark’s intensity of continuous rescue, at least 3 shifts are needed. Last time when Sui Xian had an accident, we, the three teams, went together. Old Guan’s ship had 7.8 times the achievements of other ships, and the staff was less than a tenth of the other ships……” Sui Xian? Lu Ping’an noted down the name, intending to check it after returning… but actually, without checking, he could guess what happened. Magic plants have many weaknesses, such as not being able to go underwater now, fear of fire and high temperatures, and having high requirements for the battlefield environment. The lack of explosive power and precision in actual combat is also a clear weakness, but the biggest advantage is probably… “Rest? I don’t need it, I’m in a very good state, I’m not the one making the attacks…” When it comes to a war of attrition, this advantage is quite conspicuous. Moreover, Lu Ping’an “planted” Twisted Poison Whiskers at a few dangerous points that were forcibly boarded, effectively adding a few indiscriminate mobile turrets. After the sun rose, Lu Ping’an’s Magic Plants and the Ark noticeably became more spirited. This kind of perpetual labor force which can recover simply by basking in the sun, is fantastic. Even in the middle of a battle, Lu Ping’an was observing the operation of the “Ark”. “It’s really interesting, all of the magic plants and life on board are actually one entity, all operating around ‘Little Sang’.” When the Ark moves forward, other magic plants and symbiotic systems make adjustments and cooperate, when it stops and performs maintenance, other magic plants also stop. This mutual, even parasitic relationship is extremely obvious. Perhaps, not adding aggressive magic plants is because that would disrupt this harmonious symbiotic relationship? Perhaps, the scenery of a Bonsai Master should have its own theme like a ‘Painter’, after all Brother Guan does have a side job as a painter….. Lu Ping’an had some speculation, but his moves didn’t stop. He flicked his finger lightly and drew a circle out of thin air. Tentacles sprouting mid-air suddenly appeared, hooking, pulling, and dragging up a hanging corpse. Around him, there were dozens of such nooses and victims – some were strangled to death; some merely had half a body left. As he moved, the corpses swaying with him in the wind were horrifying, making him seem like a figure from a horror movie. Even the task of advising the disaster-stricken people to seek shelter became much easier; he could intimidate them with just a look, yet he acted oblivious. “…..This is kind of relaxing…” At this moment, Lu Ping’an was neither slacking off nor shirking work, simply because he was having fun. Unlike the prior mass murder of mechanical monsters in the Forest Secret Realm or the required points in the Knight’s Secret Realm, Lu Ping’an constantly plotted to “relieve” every malicious attacker. Strangulation, hanging, impaling, mutilation, drowning, collisions – in the endless sea of corpses, a smile crept onto his face. It seemed that the stress built up from his daily life had naturally vented quite a bit. “Interesting. Started to use the terrain, have we?” As he passed through a narrow passage, a group of monstrous amphibians jumped down from the high-rise buildings on both sides. Most of the unfortunate ones landed in the water or died upon impact, but some fish monsters successfully landed on the Ark. Lu Ping’an had already seen many of these green-skinned Fishmen; it was said that this time the core problem was that someone had summoned their “God”… but they were also the main forces hovering above Lu Ping’an’s head. “Wakka…..” The long series of strange language and angry scolding made Lu Ping’an laugh even brighter. Although this was a memory of the past, it still seemed full of real thoughts. “Crack!” The suddenly appearing tentacle tore the ranting head honcho to pieces. Lu Ping’an, who had used his Shrink Land ability, strolled into the midst of the Fishmen and calmly said: “Violence.” Then, he turned the surrounding life into pile after pile of flesh. “…These ones that scream and run for their lives are more fun.” Watching the Fishmen at the edge who kept jumping ship, Lu Ping’an did not pursue. He knew that they, or another batch of their kin, would sooner or later return. The surroundings quieted for a while, and he turned back to take a sip of water and eat a biscuit. “How many times has it been, now?” “The seventh time, are you sure you don’t need a break? I can take over for a bit.” “No need, I haven’t killed enough… my consumption is quite low.” “No, I mean you’ve killed so many, why is the pollution warning light still white? Aren’t you a first-tier?” “….Ah, that, there’s a deep reason for it. Anyway, I won’t overload, and when I can’t handle it, I’ll leave early.” Every professional had their own secret, and since Lu Ping’an said so, Brother Yi didn’t ask further. After simple communication, ensuring that everyone was still in state, the Ark began its seventh round of rescue. The previous disaster victims had already been sent to the safe ships, and as the Ark made its rounds, it naturally attracted more hostility. During this process, Lu Ping’an also found time to communicate with Brother Guan and bought some seeds of aquatic magic plants from him. By noon on the second day, the pressure had clearly doubled. Groups of 2-tier monsters and medium-to-large aquatic beasts even appeared on the water surface, and despite Meow’s assistance after waking up, many loopholes still appeared. As time went on, this secret realm, with a maximum of four tiers, was just starting to reveal its true face. It was also at this time that Lu Ping’an received the experience from the first wave of harvest, and the clues to the Bonsai Master’s Abnormal Ability that he had long yearned for.

Chapter 132 - 132 115 Rescue

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