Pfft!

The sound of a sharp weapon piercing flesh was exceptionally clear.

The mage in robes, who was trying to unleash a ranged mental interference, suddenly stiffened. He looked down in disbelief at a blood-stained, strangely shaped bone blade protruding from his chest.

He turned around with difficulty and saw only a face shrouded in a menacing black full-coverage helmet. Two cold, merciless red lights flickered in the narrow V-shaped slits of the helmet's eye area.

It's the man in black armor!

He appeared behind him at some unknown time, abandoning his usual axe, and the bone blade in his hand was like the fangs of death.

The light in the mage's eyes quickly dimmed, and his body went limp.

Almost simultaneously, a short, agonizing scream came from another direction.

A player who was moving extremely fast and trying to grab a few vials of serum and run away suddenly twisted and folded his body in mid-air in a strange way, as if he was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand!

The cracking sound of bones breaking is sickening.

Yu Liu stood not far away, his hands in a loose clenched position, his face expressionless, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a crushed insect.

The melee was decided in less than five minutes, with victory or defeat decided in a matter of life and death.

Several more twisted corpses of players lay on the ground, their warm blood mixed with the blood of NPCs, indistinguishable from each other.

A player with half his face burned and his arm twisted unnaturally stared at the remaining serum in the safe, his face filled with terror and resentment.

Finally, she gritted her teeth, grabbed two vials of serum scattered on the corpses beside her, smashed through the window, and disappeared into the shadows of the base's complex passageways without looking back.

The burly player clutched his pierced abdomen, his face ashen. He glanced at the corpse on the ground, then at the black-armored man and Yu Liu standing before the serum like gods of death, his eyes filled with fear and despair.

Finally, he dejectedly loosened his grip on the weapon, staggered backward, and disappeared through the doorway—he gave up.

In the command room, which was filled with the smell of blood, gunpowder, and burnt food, only three figures remained.

The black-armored man's heavy armor was covered with fresh scratches and charred marks, and the grotesque bone blade in his hand was still dripping with viscous blood.

Yu Liu remained silent, though his breathing was slightly rapid, and his eyes were sharp as knives. The last person still standing inside, however, surprised everyone.

It was that quiet, taciturn boy, his whole body wrapped in white bandages, looking like a mummy!

He stood quietly in the shadows of the corner, as if the bloody battle that had just taken place had nothing to do with him. But at his feet lay the corpses of several players.

One player's neck was twisted into an extremely bizarre angle, his eyes wide open, as if he had seen something incredible before he died.

At this moment, the bandaged boy's eye, visible outside the bandages, was calm and undisturbed, even possessing a clarity that seemed out of place in this chaotic scene.

Only on the simple-looking, yet exceptionally sharp, short dagger in his hand, a drop of dark red blood slowly slid down, dripping into the pool of blood on the ground and spreading out in a small ripple.

He's really hiding his true abilities!

The players who survived hidden in the shadows felt a chill run down their spines, and there was no longer any hope of survival.

No one spoke, and no one tried to approach the command center, which resembled a slaughterhouse.

Only three figures remained in the room, each silently and cautiously collecting their own dose of serum.

There was no communication, no eye contact, and no further fighting.

The three knew that it wouldn't be easy to get the remaining serum from each other, and even if they were lucky enough to win, the hidden players would reap the benefits.

As the last vial of serum was collected, the three figures, as if by unspoken agreement, each chose a direction and quickly disappeared into the depths of the base's passageways.

None of them returned to their original rooms.

The players nearly beat a dog to a pulp over the serum. Now that they've completely fallen out, it wouldn't be good for them to stay together any longer.

At the same time, Xiao Jin, who was indoors, also heard the gunshot.

Based on the footsteps she'd just heard leaving the floor, she quickly deduced what had happened downstairs. However, since she still had a considerable amount of serum, Xiao Jin didn't intend to fight with anyone else for it.

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The 55th hour since the black fog enveloped the area.

The base sank completely into the abyss of death.

Dead silence.

Absolute, suffocating silence replaced all the previous chaotic sounds.

There were no suppressed sobs, no painful groans, no feverish delirium, and no heavy, labored breathing... nothing at all.

It was as if everything inside the base that still retained any trace of human presence had been completely swallowed up and digested by the thick black fog.

There was only one pervasive, cloyingly sweet, putrid stench. Like the gas released from countless corpses decaying and fermenting together in a hot, humid environment, it seeped into every nook and cranny.

They seeped into the cold metal walls, into the cracks of the dirty floor, into the pores of every living person.

Taking a breath, it felt like my lungs were filled with rotten mucus.

Xiao Jin leaned against the cold, hard metal wall of her residence. The room was dark, with only the dim green light from the emergency light in the corridor filtering through the crack in the door, barely outlining the contours of her body.

Her condition was terrible, extremely terrible.

To conserve the limited serum she had, Xiao Jin could only painstakingly suppress her own erosion level to 70%. Maintaining even the bare minimum of "survival" was her sole objective.

But the cost is enormous.

My vision was as if covered by a layer of constantly shifting, oil-stained frosted glass, making everything blurry and unclear, with thick, writhing darkness at the edges.

The intense headache felt like countless red-hot steel needles were churning inside her brain, and waves of dizziness threatened to drag her into a coma at any moment.

Xiao Jin felt as if her body was being soaked in strong acid, with excruciating pain gnawing at her nerves everywhere.

From the outside, Xiao Jin's exposed skin—arms, cheeks, neck, and even thighs—was covered with large patches of disgusting ulcers!

The skin rolled up and peeled off like charred paper, revealing the dark red, rotting flesh underneath that constantly oozed thick yellow fluid. You could even see blackened blood vessels pulsating abnormally under the ulcerated flesh.

The veins throughout her right arm were a terrifying, spiderweb-like, blackish-purple color, extending all the way to her fingertips. Her fingers were swollen, black, and numb and stiff to the touch.

Xiao Jin felt a burning sensation with every breath, her throat filled with a strong metallic taste and a cloying, rotten smell.

This was the first time she had truly experienced the side effects of being exposed to toxic gas.

It was like a corpse that was rotting from the inside out, yet stubbornly maintained a sliver of consciousness.

Xiao Jin held the purification serum tightly in her hand, the cold tube slowly spreading through her palm, bringing her a moment of clarity.

Today is the last day of the game.

Xiao Jin had not eaten for a long time.

Her esophagus and stomach could no longer support her basic energy intake. Fortunately, she could still drink water, otherwise Xiao Jin was afraid that she would starve to death before she was poisoned.