Chapter 145
Song Yue ranked last, not because of her poor ability or a system error, but because she missed the A+ copy, resulting in a loss of one round of results. Therefore, when the personal ranking was summarized, she was lower than other taskers who had two rounds of results.
If you rank low, you lose the chance to draw a prize, and without a prize there is no source of food.
In order to make a living, Song Yue set his sights on the boy numbered 12 in front of him.
"Hi~hello." Song Yue walked over with a smile and took the initiative to say hello.
Boy No. 12 raised his eyebrows and said fiercely: "What are you doing?"
Song Yue pointed at the badge on his chest that represented his ranking and continued smiling, "Want to exchange?"
The boy then noticed her ranking—80th, last—and became even more wary. "Why should I trade with you? It won't benefit me in any way!"
Not only will it be of no benefit, it will also cause him to fall flat on his face.
He is not stupid. He obviously has a better ranking. Why would he change to the last place and wait to be slaughtered?
The boy was proud of his logic, but unfortunately it was exposed by Song Yue the next second.
"Who do you think is more worthy of action, the 12th or the 80th?"
The boy was taken aback, stunned for a moment, then asked her uncertainly, "...12th place?"
Song Yue smiled faintly: "What else? I'm the last one in the group, I don't have a chance to win the lottery, I have no weapons, no food, and no resources. What's the point of others attacking me?"
Do you feel like you have too much energy to spend? Or do you simply feel like you have a long life and want to stir up trouble?
"We're all missionaries who've made it to the final stage. Everyone won't be as arrogant as in previous rounds. We need to use our energy wisely, especially in this barren desert. Believe me, your ranking will be more likely to draw envy than mine."
Song Yue spoke in an orderly manner. Boy No. 12's fantasy was shattered and he became visibly nervous.
Pursing his lips and thinking for a while, he was torn off the badge on his chest: "Okay, let's exchange. But!"
Number 12 suddenly raised his voice: "Don't even think about taking my things! If you dare..."
"I'm not interested in your resources." Song Yue interrupted him, tearing off her No. 80 badge and handing it over. "I only want your backpack, nothing inside."
The boy was stunned again, not understanding what she was doing, but thinking that he wouldn't lose anything by giving her an empty backpack, he took out the mineral water from the bag, stuffed it into his jacket, and gave the empty backpack directly to her.
"for you."
Song Yue took it: "Thank you."
Wearing a badge with the number 12 on it and carrying a backpack with the number 12 on it, Song Yue turned around and left.
The boy looked at him, hesitant to speak.
Finally, after thinking about it, he realized that it was she who wanted to be exchanged, and whether she lived or died had nothing to do with him.
However, the other party looked confident, and no one knew where he got the confidence from being the last one. Out of curiosity and the desire to watch the show, he followed Song Yue unnoticed.
Song Yue naturally noticed that boy No. 12 was following her, but she didn't take it to heart and just let him follow.
The reason why she chose to exchange numbers with No. 12 was not only because this ranking just met her expectations, but also because No. 12 was easy to take action against.
Don't be fooled by his frowning and fierce look. In fact, if you observe his body language and eyes a little, you can tell that No. 12 is pretending.
No. 12 should be a softer person, but due to the situation, he has to pretend to be invincible.
Unfortunately, his details betrayed his true thoughts, and Song Yue successfully got what he wanted.
Walking to a place where there were no people, Song Yue squatted down, put down his backpack, quickly filled it with a few handfuls of sand, then zipped it up and carried it on his back as if nothing had happened.
Boy No. 12 was stunned. It turned out that she was using his bag as a decoy!
He followed her all the way and soon found that the last-place girl was actually getting into the crowd!
He couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.
In the scorching desert, the taskers were wary of each other, especially those who won water and food through lotteries, who held their backpacks tightly for fear that they would be snatched away if they were not careful.
But at the same time, out of a sense of community, these taskers are reluctant to go too far, fearing that if they encounter danger alone in the desert, they will have no one to turn to for help.
Thus, a rare and subtle atmosphere was formed.
More than ten people were moving in the same direction, separated by a distance of 3-5 meters. They did not speak to each other, but they were moving in the same direction in tacit understanding.
Until a clear "ah" broke the silence.
"Ah, my foot, hiss, seems to be sprained~"
Following the voice, everyone turned their heads and found that it was a beautiful girl who was speaking.
She was walking at the end of the group, having to limp because of a sprained ankle.
The two girls looked at her sympathetically, wanting to help, but then retracted their steps and only dared to ask from a distance: "Can you still walk? Just hold on a little longer, maybe there's a shelter up ahead."
The rest were all boys. Most of them looked at her indifferently, turned around and continued on their way without saying a word.
Song Yue saw their reactions and it was within her expectations.
So he smiled sweetly at the two girls: "I can still walk, it's not a problem, thank you~"
After saying that, he limped and tried very hard to follow the main group.
The two girls hesitated and looked at each other.
No. 21: "Why don't you help her? She's injured right after coming in. It's too hard for her to survive."
No. 22: "But [Comfrey Potion] is very precious. What will we do if she uses it?"
The two of them were numbered in sequence and had the opportunity to meet each other in other copies before, so they recognized each other as soon as they landed, and quickly formed an alliance and exchanged the supplies they had.
Number 21 was a tall girl with fair skin, and she drew a fried chicken leg; Number 22 had thick black hair and spoke in a steady tone, and she drew the comfrey potion.
The two had originally planned to split the chicken legs in half to temporarily satisfy their hunger and stabilize their hunger level, and then act accordingly to see if they could find a water source or something to avoid dehydration.
As for potions, this precious item should be saved for the most critical moment.
When No. 21 heard that she wanted to give it to No. 12, a girl she didn't even know, No. 22 immediately denied it.
"No, don't take out the potion." No. 22 held the other person down.
Number 21 clutched the backpack on his chest and frowned, "But I can't bear it..."
She knew it was not nice to show kindness in the cruel promotion copy, but she just couldn't help it. She had this personality since she was a child. To put it nicely, she was kind and compassionate. To put it bluntly, she was a saint who had no sense of propriety when it came to the evil in people's hearts.
No. 22 has had contact with No. 21 and of course knows her character.
So he sighed, thought for a moment, and said, "How about this? We'll keep the medicine for ourselves, and we'll each support her on either side as she walks. How about that?"
The further you go, the fewer women there are in the promotion dungeon.
On the 22nd, I remember participating in my first C-level to B-level promotion dungeon. There were 140 people in the dungeon, and women accounted for almost half. By the second round, the proportion of women had dropped to around 20%.
This is their third game, and looking around, there are very few female taskers.
No. 22 thinks she is not as kind-hearted as No. 21, but her reason tells her that she should help the injured No. 12.
It's not because of sympathy, but in this extreme environment where there are more men than women, if women don't join hands and help each other, the right to speak will be collectively controlled by men, and they won't even have the chance to refute, let alone get through.
No. 21 accepted No. 22's opinion, and the two of them quietly left the main group and walked up to Song Yue.
"Hello, is the sprain serious? If it's not serious, I can bandage it for you."
The one who spoke was No. 22, who had long black hair. Song Yue glanced at her and shook her head slightly: "It's not serious."
"That's good. I'll use some clothes to hold it in place so it doesn't twist again. Is that right?"
No. 22 squatted down and touched Song Yue's ankle.
Song Yue pretended to be in pain and hissed, "It's here."
Without saying a word, No. 22 tore off a piece of cloth from under her clothes and skillfully bandaged her ankle.
"Okay, this should be fine. Come on, we'll help you."
When a boy in front saw No. 21 and No. 22 staying behind to help the injured girl, he sneered.
"Women are such trouble. They want to be good people wherever they go, and they're not afraid of dying soon. Tsk tsk tsk~"
The quiet atmosphere was broken by a topic brought up by a sentence, which was quickly echoed by others.
"Haha, women, how can they compare with us men. Men are born to do great things, with broad vision and big picture, unlike women, who are always busy with trivial matters all day long. They are not on the same level, so there is no need to take them seriously." The man with the number 3 on his chest said lightly.
"Brother, you're right. Women are really nosy and can't accomplish anything!"
"Brother, you're ranked so high, you must be really good. Can I come with you? Let's clear the level together."
People are always generous with their praise and admiration for the strong ones who rank high in the numbering, especially the strong men.
Man No. 3 saw the admiring and respectful looks around him and smiled softly: "Are you not allowed to follow me? If you disagree, I would have acted on my own from the beginning."
Everyone suddenly understood and showed joy on their faces.
In the dry and hot desert, a group of people walked in the sun for more than two hours but still couldn't find a way out.
Song Yue and No. 21 and No. 22 were at the back and could clearly hear the groans coming from the front.
"What the hell? We're not going to spend 14 days in the desert, are we?"
"I thought they'd give me an oasis or a refuge camp, but there's nothing!"
"This amount of water is not enough to drink. We have to find water quickly!"
Panic spread all of a sudden, and even No. 21 and No. 22 became nervous.
At this time, Song Yue gently pulled out her arm and shook her so-called sprained foot: "My foot seems to be fine."
Numbers 21 and 22 came to their senses and breathed a sigh of relief: "I'm glad you're okay."
"Do you two have any water?"
Just as their hearts calmed down, Song Yue's words instantly brought them to their throats!
Number 22 looked alert and protected Number 21 behind him: "Why are you asking this?"
Song Yue glanced at them lazily, pretending not to notice No. 22's defensive action: "Just ask, if you don't have it, I'll get you some~"
Number 22 was stunned, wondering if he had misheard. "You? Get us some water? Where can we get it?"
Although the girl in front of her was ranked 12th, higher than the other two, she couldn't conjure water out of thin air.
Could it be that she wanted to rob the group of people in front? !
Almost crazy!
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