"Bang."
With a turn, Jiang Yi rolled right off the metal inspection table!
Propping himself up, Jiang Yi's eyes were barely open, looking utterly dazed from the fall.
After a few seconds, he slowly got up, using one hand to support his knee, leaning against the inspection table to gather his thoughts.
During this time, he almost fell back into a deep sleep.
He couldn't remember the last time he slept like this—maybe during the military training when he first entered college?
Just as he was about to drift off again, Jiang Yi slapped himself hard!
The system was startled, twitching slightly in Jiang Yi's consciousness.
...What on earth is wrong with this player?
Not only does he talk to himself, entertain himself, but he also hits himself... Coupled with the deep impression left by him testing the game's bugs with his life at the start, the system found itself increasingly unable to understand humans—
Or more accurately, humans like Jiang Yi.
Jiang Yi couldn't hear the system's silent complaints, and even if he could, he wouldn't care.
After the slap, Jiang Yi was fully awake.
His hair was a mess atop his head, and he casually ruffled it, his face carrying the heavy grumpiness of waking up, as he lightly jumped down from the carriage.
It was now five past five, the sky not yet fully bright, and the morning breeze swept across the highway, lifting Jiang Yi's soft hair.
Jiang Yi squinted, looking towards the far end of the highway—even if he couldn't see it, he knew that the white mist he'd encountered twice before was approaching him once again.
Death was right behind him.
After a quick wash, Jiang Yi prepared to exercise on an empty stomach, planning to drive forward as soon as six o'clock hit.
Just then, Jiang Yi noticed the chat channel blinking.
At this hour?
He muttered to himself, opening the chat window.
Player [Orange]: "Please help me..."
The messages were sent five minutes ago, and aside from these two, there were no new messages.
Either she was saved;
Or she had already lost consciousness and died...
Perhaps because he had experienced and witnessed so much life and death in the past two days, Jiang Yi felt little more than initial sadness.
He seemed to remember this player.
Something about being on a light fast... Anyway, just an unlucky fellow.
Shaking his head, just as he was about to close the chat window, a new message popped up:
Player [Orange]: "I'm going to die, my supplies are in the Trading Hall, take them."
Jiang Yi paused, instinctively clicking into the Trading Hall.
Indeed, new supplies had been listed: three screws and half a piece of date cake, all set at a price of 0.
Meaning anyone could take these supplies for free.
Almost instantly, the three screws were snapped up by three different players, and another player took the date cake!
[Screw*3][Date Cake*0.5] both showed [Sold Out]!
Yet until just now, no one had responded to player [Orange]...
Jiang Yi sighed inwardly, but that was all.
Trading is a mutual agreement, survival in the game is instinctual, everything else is up to personal choice, nothing more to say.
Shaking his head, just as he was about to close the window, another message popped up, but this time it wasn't from the previous player, it was:
Player [Roaming the Jianghu]: "Whoa, we got another handout, brothers!"
It seemed this was one of the players who acted quickly just now.
However, less than a second later, player [Roaming the Jianghu] sent a confused emoji:
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"Screws? Damn, what rotten luck! @[Orange]"
...
...
Even though Jiang Yi had long anticipated the greed and indifference in human nature, he couldn't help but sneer at this scene—
Eating "dead man's meal" and still smacking your lips?
Damn it, are you even human?
Jiang Yi felt a chill in his heart.
His disdain was evident as he marked player [Roaming the Jianghu]'s ID—
Such people aren't worth associating with! Even if they benefit, they won't remember the good of others, and if there's any slight benefit they miss, they'll treat you like a mortal enemy!
A favor of a pint, a grudge of a quart!
Disgusted by player [Roaming the Jianghu], Jiang Yi wanted to close the chat window, out of sight, out of mind, but his intention hovered over the × for a long time, unable to click.
Player [Orange]'s last words in the chat box, "I'm going to die, my supplies are in the Trading Hall, take them," seemed particularly helpless, and...
Lonely.
It reminded him of some things.
Dawn, also known as daybreak, some say the night is darkest just before dawn.
In the darkness, Jiang Yi let out a deep breath.
...Sigh.
A few seconds later, in the private chat channel.
Player [Melancholy Little Fries]: "Are you still there?"
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