Chapter 82 - 79 Ximen Wuhen Died Again

Chapter 82: Chapter 79 Ximen Wuhen Died AgainSystem prompt: You have already died. Ximen Wuhen stared at his blood-red self on the screen, at the large character for "death," and at his lifeless body, shaking all over. Impossible! This can’t be real! Heh heh heh heh, how can this be real, how can I possibly die? Heh heh heh, ahhh ahhh ahhh ahhh! The crazed laughter soon turned into hysterical roaring. "I refuse to accept this! How could I die, how could I possibly die!" Ximen Wuhen screamed frantically at his computer, his eyes quickly turning bloodshot. If you dare kill me, don’t expect to live either! He pulled out his phone and started dialing numbers, so agitated that he dialed wrong several times in a row. Finally, the call connected. "Hello, is that Zhu Tian?" "Duotian, how many times have I told you, it’s Duotian." "Okay, okay, okay, Duotian Duotian, I need you to kill someone for me, five million!" "Eh, five million? Are you that rich, and who has pissed you off this time?" "Hidden Moon Following Wind, Ye Luo, I Want to Be Immortal, and some scrub, I want you to kill them all, they’re all alt accounts." "No problem, send the money over." Ximen Wuhen’s heart bled, those hundreds of thousands are what he accumulated by gambling numerous alt accounts. But if the person is gone what’s the use of keeping the money, he transferred it directly. "By the way, Ximen, why so generous all of a sudden? And why aren’t you taking care of it yourself?" "Those bastards killed me." "You died? You really died?" Duotian’s voice carried a hint of schadenfreude, yet Ximen Wuhen, completely immersed in the fear and despair of impending death, failed to detect it. He said irritably, "Nonsense, would I let you earn this money if I hadn’t died?" "Is that so, but if you’re already dead, why be so persistent? An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind, why not just let it go?" "What do you mean?" "Hahahahahaha, what else could I mean, I’m not going to pretend with you. I’ll take the money, but as for killing people, I’m not doing that. After all, taking out trash like you is practically a public service! Killing people gets you a red name, you know? Only a worthless sod like you wouldn’t care, but someone of status like me? How could I go to Newbie Village to kill alt accounts? I put up with you before because you made money for me, now that you’re worthless, why should I tolerate you? Consider this five million as my mental compensation, goodbye." "Fuck your mother! Duotian, you dare to scam my money, you—" "Hahahahaha, why wouldn’t I scam money from someone like you? Don’t worry, when you die, I’ll burn incense for you. And remember, my name is Duotian! Duotian! You’re such an idiot you can’t even recognize the characters and still dare to curse at me. Serving you right to die." Doot—doot—doot—doot! The line turned into a series of dial tones. Ximen Wuhen almost spat a mouthful of old blood; in a fit of rage, he crushed the phone in his hand. Now he was truly done for; he was both out of life and money. His mind was in disarray, killing intent with nowhere to go. Abruptly, he rushed to the wall, yanked two blades from the weapons rack, and stormed outside. They think I’ll die so easily! I’ll be damned if I go down that easy; if I’m going to die, I’m dragging a few down with me! Ximen Wuhen burst out of the complex; seeing his wild demeanor, passers-by quickly avoided him. By now, Ximen Wuhen’s eyes were bloodshot with rage, mistrusting everyone he saw. However, perhaps because things had reached an extreme, his mind cleared up a bit amidst the gossiping crowds around him. He had no idea where Duotian lived, let alone who those alt accounts that killed him were. Should he just randomly chop a few to vent his anger? As he hesitated, a voice suddenly came from behind him. "Buddy, do you know that what you’re holding is a controlled knife?" "What’s it to you—" He spun around to strike with the blade, but froze in the act of turning. The man in front of him wore a black windbreaker, sunglasses, and had his hands in his pockets. "It’s you!" Recognizing the man in black, Ximen Wuhen immediately knew who he was; the one who had forced him to sign the Players’ Management Agreement before, who seemed to be quite influential. However, at this moment, he didn’t care about any of that. "You’ve arrived just in time, today you’ll join me in death." Suddenly, he clamped the dual blades’ scabbards under his ribs, yanked with force, and both blades unsheathed simultaneously as he turned. Helical Blade Dance! He had never felt so resolute; his dual blades spun like a vortex, the gleaming edges resembling a bright full moon. Breakthrough, Satori. In that instant, he felt his saber skill was so exquisite that he had entirely surpassed his former limits. Then—Bang! A gunshot sounded. Instantly, his dual blades lost their strength. Clanging, they fell from his hands. Ximen Wuhen incredulously looked at the black maw of a gun barrel beneath the other’s windbreaker, then lowered his gaze to a bloody hole in his chest, starkly visible before his eyes. He suddenly felt all strength leave his body, and thumped to the ground. Before losing consciousness, one last thought flashed through his mind. No matter how good martial arts are—they can’t stop bullets. Several soldiers clad in black, carrying submachine guns, surrounded him and kicked away the weapons from his hands. The man in the black windbreaker walked over calmly, searching Ximen Wuhen’s body thoroughly and quickly pulled a black card from his pocket. He glanced down at Ximen Wuhen with disdain. Idiot, thinking some half-baked martial arts skills could actually make a difference. He gestured to his subordinates, "Alright, the activation code has been recovered, you can clean up the scene now." The sound of police sirens echoed from afar... —————— "Feng, do you think Ximen Wuhen is dead?" "He shouldn’t be, not yet. Normally, it would take several hours for him to die, right?" "If you died in the game, what would you do with your last moments?" "Probably sit down to watch the sunset one last time—ptui ptui ptui, I’m not gonna die, we’re professionals, masters—even careerist professionals. With my strength, no monster that could kill me has even been spawned in the game yet." Xiao Jie said, though he couldn’t help feeling somewhat moved in his heart. What would I do? He couldn’t quite think of anything at the moment. He didn’t believe he was invulnerable. Anything could happen in the game, and if he really hit a streak of bad luck, it was entirely possible he’d walk out the door and get finished off by someone having a bad day—it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. But that’s just how the world is, isn’t it? Even in reality, unlucky souls pass away unexpectedly every single day. So what’s the difference between that and struggling in the game? At least here, he had a chance to gain strength, and with enough of it, he could control his own destiny. He had no desire to repeat the kind of life-and-death experience he’d had that morning. "Stop talking nonsense, are you ready yet?" "Ready!" "I Want to Be Immortal," with his newly purchased Hunting Dog, followed Xiao Jie to the entrance of the village. Although the battle that day was perilous, it was also a form of tempering, a form of growth. Having gained experience from the player vs. player combat with a higher-level player, they had gained a deeper understanding of combat in the game. Some things simply cannot be obtained through everyday monster grinding and leveling. Only by walking the edge of life and death can one truly comprehend. This ordeal also made Xiao Jie even more eager to become stronger. While the idea of outsmarting stronger opponents sounded cool, he didn’t want to face such risks again—who knew when he’d take a fall? To strike down the weak without struggling, who wouldn’t want that? Better to level up quickly, at least to Level 10, and gain the profession’s core skills. Xiao Jie didn’t plan to continue grinding mountain bandits, for their combat strength was quite formidable and attracting too many would be risky. After wandering through the forest that morning, he had not found any trace of the Corpse Chaser; instead, he had encountered many soulless zombies. Considering this, he might as well level up by killing soulless zombies, as they were much easier to deal with.