Chapter 5: Fallen Species (2)
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“Lord, are you really just going to leave him there? I think we should just stab him with a kn*fe right now!”
Little Musashi complained indignantly, “How dare he lay hands on our lord! Even ten deaths wouldn’t be enough for him!”
Lin Nan remained silent for a moment, not answering.
She didn’t even know what her own mindset was at the moment.
Since they had left Cold Wind City, her experiences on this journey could only be described as breathtaking and unexpected.
Let’s not even talk about what true human nature is, but at the very least, she had seen with her own eyes the players who had hurriedly arrived at the Asking Dao Continent,
who, even if only to survive, had given up everything they had.
In the process, there were no absolute rights or wrongs,
no clear distinctions between good and evil,
but simply unwilling hands reaching out into the night in an effort to see the sun rise again.
If she flipped the script, what would she do if she were in their shoes facing the same dire situation?
As a newbie player who had just left the starting village,
the few Spirit Coins she painstakingly saved up would have bought her quite a few things if it were back at launch.
But now? They were trash; you could throw them on the ground and no one would even bother to pick them up.
Not to mention, newcomers had low levels, no combat power at all, and were facing biting cold and scarce food.
It felt like they had suddenly entered an extreme survival game set to difficulty MAX, making it impossible for someone who had always lived in material comfort and never knew hunger to adapt swiftly to such an extreme situation!
People change, especially when their lives become their last luxury.
No matter what choices they ultimately made,
from their perspective, it seemed understandable.
If Lin Nan went through all this and then had to face those mobs she encountered shortly after leaving the Chaos Forest—those who slaughtered NPC villagers,
would she still issue a command to wipe them all out, leaving none alive?
Perhaps those mobs only wished to beg some food from the villagers.
But the villagers drove them away, yelled at them,
ignoring them to ensure their own food reserves.
From the villagers’ point of view, their actions were justifiable.
Who wouldn’t want to ensure two to three months of food in the dead of winter? If they gave food to the refugees, there wouldn’t be enough for themselves. Doing good must be within one’s means, right?
However, from the players’ perspective, if they had no food to fill their stomachs, d*ath was the only option.
To assert their right to exist, they had no choice but to band together, burning their lives and unleashing the darker side of humanity that clung on.
Yet the evil in human nature was like a bloodthirsty beast; once released from its cage, it would charge forward without ever being able to look back.
The frustrated players faced the villagers’ desperate resistance, and how could they easily back down?
In the struggle for survival, it was either you d*e or I d*e.
Given that survival resources were fixed in number, trying to coexist was nearly impossible.
They were not wrong,
the real fault lay with the heavens, with the Divine Clan and System that had coldly dumped a million players onto the Asking Dao Continent.
Lin Nan felt a sharp pang in her heart thinking about this.
If she encountered those mobs again, perhaps her methods wouldn’t be as violent as they were at first.
At the very least, she should give them a chance at redemption.
Lin Nan sighed,
handing over the sharp, golden beak that Song Chuan had forcibly ripped off to Jing Feng.
“You don’t have a weapon. Though this thing looks disgusting, it’s still a decent tool for self-defense.”
Jing Feng didn’t mind; she wiped it off and tucked it at her waist. From a distance, the beak resembled a slender Emei dagger.
The reason Lin Nan hadn’t killed Song Chuan on the spot was that he seemed to have a change of heart, pulling out the thing he used to eat with, his mouth covered in bl**d.
He said that since A-Ling was alive,
he wanted to accompany her and finish the journey they hadn’t completed before.
Lin Nan hadn’t lied to him before;
she had the skill to summon the undead, and just as Song Chuan had lunged at her, she had cast the spell to have those bodies lying on the wooden bed jump up and block for her, buying time for Little Musashi to arrive.
But what she hadn’t expected was that
the revived body was exactly the first person that Song Chuan had killed, A-Ling.
Perhaps this was fate.
However, before parting with those two, Song Chuan had told her a piece of information about the teleportation array.
He had seen the Exile walk into the teleportation room and never come out again, but he didn’t know if that guy had left the Small Thousand World afterward and returned to Sky Sword City.
Having this bit of information was better than knowing nothing at all.
At least she was sure of one thing now:
This teleportation array might have simply cut off the access for ordinary people to enter the Small Thousand World, but for certain individuals, it was a breezy affair.
Like that Exile.
What exactly was his purpose in stirring up trouble in Sky Sword City?
And he particularly led an ordinary player to turn into a bloodsucking Fallen Species,
was he conducting an experiment?
It’s a pity that everything now was just her conjecture; apart from Song Chuan’s few words, she had no other evidence to support it.
So, how could she lure out this Exile?
As Lin Nan pondered, she slowly moved forward, and before she knew it, she had returned to the location of the teleportation array—at the center of Sky Sword City.
This place hadn’t changed at all since she left.
Only nearby seemed to have a few sneaky figures lurking around.
After all, it was deep into the night in Sky Sword City,
and those daring enough to wander the streets alone were either extremely bold characters or utter fools.
And to make matters more interesting, the three figures were all strikingly beautiful women with exceptional figures. Such a combination was eye-catching no matter where it was placed.
Seeing Little Musashi’s gleaming twin daggers resting on her shoulders was enough to scare off those lurking shadows.
The large-scale brawls in Sky Sword City had long passed multiple rounds, and those who survived until now were undoubtedly bold, careful, and bloodthirsty individuals.
Of course, this didn’t rule out a few exceptionally lucky ones,
who somehow managed to dodge disaster amidst the chaos.
Just like Xiao Ai, the former well-known up-and-coming player who had just joined the Heavenly Sword Sect.
“Quick! Go check it out!”
Xiao Ai’s rear was kicked by two hefty men, one on the left and one on the right.
She stumbled and almost fell to the ground, her mouth smeared with bl**d.
“Geez, you old players think you can still show off? You’ve been around for six more months, and look at your terrible skills! If you didn’t have some use left, I would’ve kicked you aside ages ago.”
“Haha, who told him to have a d*ath-free pass? He’s perfect bait!”
Xiao Ai wore a bitter face as she slowly approached the three standing in front of the teleportation array.
Going was d*ath; staying was also d*ath. It was just too hard!
