"Maintaining elemental form for an extended period is proving difficult for me... Damn it! Where did these bastards get their firearms? Is this some kind of battle royale game?!"

"You could just grab a piece of metal and start ramming around inside."

He Yu grabbed a person's neck and easily snapped it.

The blade pierced his heart and lungs. He was far too unskilled at controlling the lines. He spat out a mouthful of blood and turned around to see a pair of eyes brimming with murderous intent. This person had clearly been waiting for a long time and had swung his weapon with all his might the moment he made a mistake.

He Yu pressed down on the already curled blade, blood dripping through his fingers and onto the corpse. It was already riddled with holes, but it still fulfilled its last remaining value in the final moments.

Ah, battle royale, a pointless battle royale.

He gripped the blade, drawing it with five times the strength of an ordinary person without any difficulty. The movement was not actually aggressive, but it still made the man in front of him dodge. In those two seconds, He Yu had already read the bastard's thoughts, and before he could duck to avoid it, he raised the knife and chopped off his head.

"Does Eoubs have any forbidden items similar to Wolverine's?"

No one else in the restaurant could get up anymore. Incomplete corpses were everywhere, organs were splattered everywhere, and blood was gushing out relentlessly. A trace of madness still lingered on He Yu's calm face.

He found a reasonably clean seat, saw an orange on the table, picked it up without thinking, and took a big bite.

659 didn't have a hobby of devouring ordinary people, and He Yu didn't want to be scolded by this bastard for a long time. After all, it was just a game, wasn't it?

People came and went outside the restaurant, and no matter how spectacular the massacre inside was, it couldn't attract their attention.

From this perspective, the world really is as unscrupulous as a sandbox game.

"How should I know? I don't even have a level." Long Sanshi's voice finally rang out after a long time. She sounded very tired, which showed that being chased was not a pleasant experience.

"You're badly injured, are you alright coming over?" she asked.

"I still have hundreds of lives left." He Yu finished the orange and then rummaged around for a while, still not satisfied. Well, all the other food had been destroyed by the corpses of these people. There might still be some stock in the kitchen, but he didn't need to go there.

"Okay, I'm on the tenth floor, see you in a bit."

The call ended, and a location-based text message was sent at the same time.

He Yu wiped the blood from his face, raised the knife, and swiftly stabbed himself in the neck.

[Survival Time: 23:45:05]