The night was thick, and the streetlights receded one by one, gradually appearing to turn over and over, but it was just that one light.
......
(Buses, subways, ships, and airplanes, just like us, are destined to wander.)
(Someday, though we don't know when, we will become our true selves.)
('Ring 23' has arrived.)
The 'Little Martial Saint' opened his eyes and saw a straight road with barren sand dunes on both sides.
"Devil City, Yardang landform." A voice called out from beside me.
The Yardang landforms, shaped by the constant east-west winds, have carved rock layers into various unique and breathtaking forms, resembling a city inhabited by demons.
These were all covered in the training.
After getting off the bus, there were no messages on the bus stop sign, proving that they were the first players to enter this scene.
There was no message, but something else.
[Notice: Due to the high combat power of players taking the bus, a temporary rule has been added.]
[Rule 1: Once the bus stops moving, the player (the bus player, hereinafter the same) cannot return to reality.]
[Rule 2: Players can steal other players' buses]
[Rule 3: Players cannot hide the bus]
If it can't be damaged or hidden, then the only option is to drive it away.
Looking around, the only road the bus could travel on was this straight road beneath my feet.
How is this any different from a ring match?
"That's more interesting!" the Little Martial Saint grinned.
In previous games, what he hated most was finding people, and secondly, being held back by the environment and unable to unleash his full potential.
"It seems to be consistent with what the research team said; humanity has taken the lead," he added.
Even if animals acquire human intelligence, they will never be able to possess an institution like a nation-state, which would maximize the use of intelligence and resources.
The woman standing next to him crossed her arms and nodded, saying, "This game shouldn't be too much of a problem, but I don't know if Chang Lei and the others have come in yet."
The woman, codenamed 'Aman,' had a neat and stylish short haircut, wore a black sports vest and matching skirt, and had a dark red scarf wrapped around her neck, which fluttered in the wind like a cape.
Two guns were stuck in his lithe, long legs.
Judging from the outline of the guns protruding from the holsters, the guns are not products of this era. The one on the left leg has a red energy bar, while the one on the right leg is yellow, exuding a sense of technology.
"The bus hasn't changed; it's the one that's been modified." The third player was a towering man, codenamed 'Doorplate'.
He was fully armored, with a shield resembling a door on his back.
His tone of voice was completely equal to that of Little Martial Saint and Aman, with no distinction between primary and secondary roles, indicating that he was a player of the same level as Little Martial Saint.
Oman whistled: "Good luck!"
[Game Notification: Player 'Master' has joined this game. Please unite as the rest of you.]
The platform fell silent as the three exchanged a glance.
"I'll take care of him." The Little Martial Saint opened his hand, and a long spear appeared in his hand, his expression ferocious and excited.
God's Arrival
"Don't be impulsive," the doorplate said. "First, meet up with Chang Lei and the others. Then you can fight however you want, we'll back you up."
"good!"
“When you’re about to be shot dead, I’ll shoot you in time to save you,” Aman said with a smile.
"Don't shoot him when I'm about to kill him, just steal my kill," the Little Martial Saint said coldly.
"Let's go." The doorplate turned and got into the car. "Aman, you drive."
“OK~” Aman grabbed the passenger side window sill and, with a little effort, found himself sitting in the driver’s seat.
At the same time, three buses started traveling on this straight road.
In the sky and across the Gobi Desert, countless animal players began to move.
"There's something ahead!" Not long after driving, Aman spotted a small black dot ahead of him with his exceptional eyesight.
"Be careful." The gatekeeper removed the shield from behind him.
The Little Martial Saint also gripped his spear tightly.
Players who make it into the same match are definitely not weak.
"Should we go?" Aman asked.
"Of course!" both Menpai and Xiaowusheng answered at the same time. Despite their different personalities, they were both full of confidence in the team.
The strongest player, with the support of the nation, means that as long as the three of them work together, they won't even put the 'master' in their eyes.
Oman stepped on the gas, and the modified bus, comparable to an armored vehicle, slowly drove towards the black dot.
As they got closer, Aman could see what the black dot was.
An ordinary bus was blocking the middle of the road, completely obstructing it.
A figure sat cross-legged on the roof of a bus, his left elbow resting on his knee, his palm supporting his chin, silently watching them.
"Alone?" the doorman asked Aman.
As a gunman, Oman's perception is maxed out.
“I only sensed one,” Aman answered confidently, then muttered, “This guy is such a show-off!”
"Give this person to me!" Little Martial Saint stood up. "You protect the car!"
"Are you confident?" the doorman asked.
"One minute." The little martial saint jumped out of the car before the door even opened.
Aman and the doorplate remained on the bus, keeping an eye on their surroundings to make sure the other person had companions.
The young martial saint, spear in hand, slowly approached his opponent. He was warlike, but not stupid, and he was wary of possible ambushes and traps.
Seeing that he was walking alone, the other person also jumped out of the car and walked towards him.
The person is wearing a mask and their figure is indistinct. What kind of prop is it?
"Do you dare to fight?" the Little Martial Saint roared, his voice like rolling thunder.
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