The mist was like churning blood, a giant wall spanning heaven and earth, obscuring all vision.
There was no way to see what lay beyond the blood mist.
But Yuuki clearly saw living corpses continuously emerging from the mist, like lost travelers, their bodies gradually solidifying from a blur.
“Keep running, don’t stop!”
Ryan ran at the front, aiming the cable gun at the city wall, then gripping it with one hand and holding his gun with the other as he slid towards it.
This reminder was purely redundant.
Now, whether they believed Yuuki or not, no one dared to stop.
The eaves were already covered with countless hands, bloodthirsty living corpses frantically climbing up.
Everyone, including Thomas, gripped their ropes and fled without looking back.
Yuuki was the last to land, feeling the stickiness from the rope, and quickly looked around.
Behind him, hundreds of living corpses had already climbed onto the rooftop, sprinting like it was mealtime in a cafeteria.
Their speed was not much slower than an adult’s.
Below, the tide of corpses was surging towards the city wall.
He didn’t know how they were locating it, but they were all gathering there.
A hellish scene, yet Yuuki couldn’t even feel the last shred of fear.
Taking this step meant either death or life; at least he wouldn’t have to worry or be afraid anymore.
Thud.
His feet landed on the solid city wall.
The descent speed wasn’t fast, and there was no need to roll to dissipate inertia.
Yuuki looked up and saw everyone staring at him expectantly.
The meaning was clear:
If we fall into despair, you’ll be the first to die.
It was truly realistic, but in this state, there was nothing to say.
In desperation, he no longer had to pretend to tremble.
He seemed unusually excited, even forgetting about ‘seniority and hierarchy.’
“Let’s go to the tower. Thomas, block the entrance.”
“Don’t order me around!” The man glared, picked up his greatsword, and turned to leave.
Standing on the city wall would only lead to being attacked from both front and back.
Retreating into the tower was obviously much safer, though the current situation could hardly be called ‘safe.’
Whoosh—
With the screech of a chainsaw, countless blood blossoms erupted beneath the greatsword.
Thomas stood at the stairwell, not needing any swordsmanship; after all, the serrated blade tore through all flesh.
Bang!
Bang!
Gunshots also rang out. You are reading on g.com, the official source.
The city wall was only a few meters wide.
Ryan pulled the trigger, every shot hitting its mark, and the horde of corpses fell like wheat, one after another.
Relying on the terrain advantage, they should be able to hold out for some time.
Yuuki leaned out for a look, suddenly feeling relieved.
He raised his hand to check his cracked wristband.
“It’s 7:55 AM now.”
“So what?” Ai gripped her axe tightly; she hadn’t let go of it the entire way.
Looking around, the scene was truly terrifying.
Besides living corpses, there were only living corpses.
On the inner side, they climbed the stone steps onto the city wall, surging into the arrow tower from both left and right.
Even though the stairs had been cut off by Thomas, they still climbed over each other, clawing their way up.
Outside the wall, the disturbed living corpses no longer needed to enter the city and take a detour.
Like building an earthen ramp to besiege a city, they gradually formed a huge mountain of corpses.
The foremost arms had already reached over the wall, hitting the arrow tower, making it gently sway.
Everyone gripped something fixed nearby, fearing they would be shaken off.
Looking at this terrifying scene, they would probably vanish the moment they fell.
Yuuki also gripped something like a flagpole, unconsciously replying, “Early eight people, early eight souls, become a superior person next year.”
“You still have the mood to joke?” Mai looked at him like he was crazy, thinking, *This bastard has pretty good psychological fortitude.*
“I’m not joking.
The definition of ‘morning’ has many meanings,” Yuuki muttered to himself, then suddenly turned his head: “Brother Li, pick up your harpoon gun and shoot it out!”
“Shoot? Shoot where???”
Ryan looked over, seemingly thinking of something, but the intense battle kept his mind from processing it.
“Anywhere, just shoot into the mist, and raise the angle a bit.”
If the angle was too low, it would slide directly into the horde of corpses.
Surely, these living corpses wouldn’t refuse such a gift delivered to their doorstep.
Ryan seemed to understand a little and put away his gun.
“Thomas, hold them off for a bit.”
“Hold your mom!”
Angry curses came from the tower, accompanied by a bloody frenzy, but no one cared about his thoughts at this moment.
Pffft.
The harpoon gun fired, carrying a long cable.
Yuuki didn’t dare to blink, staring intently at the curving, extending rope, silently counting in his mind.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
About five seconds later, the cable suddenly went taut.
Yuuki quickly calculated in his mind, multiplying the time by the speed at which the harpoon head was fired.
One hundred eighty meters. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
His breathing grew heavy.
According to Ryan, the maximum range of this grappling gun was two hundred meters, which meant it had impaled something to stop.
There were no clues, so he didn’t dwell on it.
He glanced at his watch; the minute hand pointed to ’12’.
Ever since he arrived in this game, he noticed that everyone’s time was synchronized with the clock in the first hall.
This was an easily overlooked detail; Players came from all over the world, so it was impossible for them to be on the same time.
Ryan saw his movement and immediately realized it.
“Time, that’s right, it’s time. Everyone, check what time it is for you.”
As his voice fell, some pulled out their phones, others looked at their wristwatches.
They came from all over the world; for example, Player Yuuki had just woken up when he entered the game.
“Eight o’clock.”
“Eight o’clock sharp.”
Everyone responded in unison.
Ryan took a shallow breath: “Surviving for three days Under the Red Moon, this ‘day’ has many definitions.”
“Since it’s a day, there will be day and night. According to the common definition, eight o’clock should be morning,” Player Yuuki replied succinctly.
“Meaningless, what does that prove?” Rich Guy pointed at the Red Moon above his head, veins bulging on his forehead: “That thing is still there, aren’t we still in the night?”
“Hmm, like a polar night, but I’m betting on this concept, because a polar night only exists in one region.” Player Yuuki stepped onto the parapet, the night wind ruffling his black hair, bathed in the Red Moon’s glow.
Looking down, there were only gaping maws and grotesque arms, barely a meter from his feet.
Looking forward, Thomas was already on the verge of madness, his chainsaw swinging wildly, not only shredding the endless stream of living corpses but also making the arrow tower teeter.
“So what are you going to do?!” Ryan’s eyes widened.
He didn’t get an answer, only saw the black-haired young man raise his hand to grip the rope, then pull Mai and Ai onto the parapet as well.
“Wait, what are you doing?” Mai’s voice sharpened, not daring to look down.
She stood on the dividing line between life and death, and just as her mind went blank, she felt a warm hand grip her wrist, placing it steadily on the cable.
A bad feeling came over her, and before she could speak, she felt a hard kick to her backside.
Ah—
Instinct had never been so wantonly unleashed.
Accompanied by a short scream, Player Yuuki also jumped out, followed by Ai, who was biting her lip until it almost bled.
Are these three crazy?!
Everyone, including Ryan, was stunned.
They watched the figures descend along the cable, sliding into the boundless sea of corpses.
The oncoming night wind ruffled his black hair.
Player Yuuki looked at the countless grotesque faces and the uniformly raised hands, finally only looking at the increasingly thick red mist.
He was expressionless, shouting into death, madness, and the red mist.
“Towards the Abyss!!”