However, as it turns out, blind empiricism can be harmful to both oneself and others.
Five level-two zombies stubbornly guarded the outside until the two people's bracelets vibrated simultaneously, signaling the end of the hunting time.
[Warning! Warning! Hunting time has ended, the hunting grounds are about to close. Players have been detected as being too far from the safe house. Please return to the safe house as soon as possible!]
To be honest, Xiao Cheng was internally devastated: "Why haven't the zombies disappeared yet?"
Fang He's expression remained quite calm, as if he had come out specifically for camping. He pondered for a moment, his gaze falling on the mass of flesh: "Perhaps it's because this is the zombie's lair."
The fleshy balls looked pitiful, half-dead and deeply mired in the thick mud, struggling to crawl out, with many of their tentacles torn off.
Xiao Cheng gasped, feeling a pang of sympathy as she touched her own hair: "Luckily, I don't have hair loss."
Fang He: "..." For a moment, he didn't know what to say.
"So we really have no other options right now?" Xiao Cheng steered the conversation back on track.
Fang He thought for a moment and honestly shook his head: "Leaving aside the zombies, the fact that the hunt is over but we didn't return to the safe house in time is itself a death condition. In other words, we should be exploiting a bug right now."
Xiao Cheng: "..." I can't live on, and I can't die completely, so I might as well stop struggling and just do sit-ups inside the protective shield.
But she still stubbornly analyzed other possibilities: "If we can hold out until the hunting grounds open tomorrow, will we be able to wait for Su Xin and the other two to come and rescue us?"
"Are you sure the hunting grounds will still be open here tomorrow? In fact, I don't think every player can find the zombie lairs so easily."
Xiao Cheng was about to cry.
We're all players, so why am I the only one who's having such a terrible time?
"But if we look at it another way, we were born in Rome, so we won at the starting line from the very beginning," Fang He said, offering a half-hearted consolation.
Xiao Cheng sincerely suggested, "Now that I've decided to take control of the situation, just stab me in the back."
Then Fang He actually handed the knife over, and even thoughtfully reminded him, "Be careful not to get the protective shield dirty. Thirty points are very valuable."
Xiao Cheng's hand holding the knife trembled slightly.
Who is this person?! A human life is worth less than a mere thirty points?!
Then, thinking about her remaining points, she became even more heartbroken.
Waaah, I'm definitely not as good as her.
Just then, the long-dormant voice in my head suddenly rang out again: "Cough cough, close your mind, listen to me."
"You still have a medium-grade green crystal core, right? Use it!"
Xiao Cheng had just remembered that she still had this in her backpack, and suddenly realized: "Give it to Fang He, and he might be able to upgrade to level three!"
"Fang He, Fang He, Fang He, can't you even think about yourself?!" The voice suddenly became extremely agitated, yelling with exasperation, "The dungeon doesn't break its own rules. That's all I can say. If you still don't understand, then you can all just wait to die!"
rule.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed in Xiao Cheng's mind.
"I understand!" She turned to Fang He excitedly, "Is it possible that my initial ability is nothingness?!"
From what we can see so far, this superpower is based on idealism. For example, the wound healing incident had nothing to do with healing abilities; it was because she subjectively erased the existence of the injury.
"I'm going to try to level up to level three. Maybe that will get rid of these zombies." She took out the medium-sized crystal core from her bracelet backpack and chose to absorb it.
A burst of intense heat erupted instantly, enveloping her entirely and then slowly seeping into her body, filling every meridian within her.
A strange sensation grew stronger in her mind, and everywhere she looked, illusory white lines of varying thickness extended from everything. These lines shimmered with a pale golden halo, all converging before her, densely packed, as if she could tear them apart at will.
However, breaking these lines would cost her experience points, and with her current level barely exceeding 300, the number of times she could use her powers would be quite limited.
The thickness of the white thread is likely related to the strength of the object itself. The stronger the object, the stronger the white thread, and the higher the experience points required to break it. For example, the threads pulled from those underdeveloped fleshy spheres in the pit appear very weak, fluttering like spider silk.
"How is it?" Fang He asked, somewhat worried, seeing that she hadn't said a word.
"Ah, it's nothing." Xiao Cheng stared blankly at the line extending from his body. "I just feel like I'm not worthy of it."
To be precise, it had gone beyond the scope of a line; it was practically a pillar of light, and because it was so close to him, the golden light emanating from the line almost enveloped his entire body.
They're talking about what's called a "golden thigh" (a metaphor for someone with a powerful, influential backer).
Fang He didn't know what she had seen, nor could he quite understand her current thought process. He just felt that her meaningful gaze was inexplicably creepy.
"Don't worry, we can handle it." Xiao Cheng knew that the important matter was more pressing, so she looked away and focused on the five level-two zombies. Then she took a deep breath, gathered her thoughts, and concentrated all her attention.
She felt her body gradually sinking, the surrounding things rapidly blurring and fading away, finally disappearing completely. Before her was a chaotic void, with five white lines flickering with uncertain light, extending beyond the chaos.
Then she slowly raised her hand, pointed to the five lines, and said, "None."
Three of the white lines vanished instantly, while the other two, under her unwavering will, grew increasingly dim. As her experience points were wiped out, the immense impact penetrated deep into her lungs, a dull pain shooting through her chest, and Xiao Cheng's face turned deathly pale in an instant.
She suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood, and her vision blurred. Through a hazy blood mist, the last thing she saw was the astonished expression on Fang He's face.
When she woke up again, the scene before her eyes had completely changed. Fang He was carrying her, trekking through a desolate and boundless desert. Ahead lay endless sand dunes, and on the distant horizon, a half-circle of fire-like, dazzling, false sun hung low.
The place was too empty and desolate; the footprints left behind were instantly covered by the wind and sand, leaving no trace.
As Xiao Cheng gradually regained consciousness, the pain in her body suddenly swept over her, becoming increasingly clear. Every bone felt as if it had been completely crushed, and even her fingertips trembled with pain.
She involuntarily let out a muffled groan, and Fang He stopped abruptly, turning his head to ask somewhat urgently, "Awake?"
Xiao Cheng opened her mouth slightly, but her throat was extremely dry, and her mouth was filled with a faint, sweet, metallic taste of blood. Before she could utter a single word, she couldn't help but cough violently.
Fang He put her down without saying a word, his brows furrowed. He tapped the screen of his bracelet, took out two incomplete medium-grade crystal cores from his backpack, and handed them to her.
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