Chapter 106 Survival 2

Chapter 106 Fight to Survive (Part 2)

Under Su Han’s intense stare, the man climbed up the tree and grabbed the supply box.

“Throw it down,” Su Han said coolly.

For a moment, countless thoughts raced through the man’s mind.

He could risk it—run off with the box and maybe escape safely while securing the supplies. But high rewards came with high risks, and his numb right hand warned him that failure meant death.

He could obey and hope the other party kept their word, to settle this peacefully.

Or he could chuck the box at her, catch her off guard, and strike first—either taking her out and getting the supplies or going out himself.

...

There were too many options, making it hard to choose.

“What’s taking so long? Hurry up.” Below the tree, Su Han snapped. She didn’t want things to drag on before more scavengers showed up. One after another—it would never end!

The man’s eyes turned steely, as if he had made up his mind. He called out casually, “Coming down now.”

But the moment he spoke, he chucked the box straight at Su Han! Then, he booked it the other way.

After thinking it through, the man had finally figured it out—this wasn’t a hunting competition where body count mattered. Why obsess over eliminating other players? Besides, his right hand was still numb, and his opponent looked tough. A direct confrontation might get him killed. All things considered, he saw no reason to do something pointless.

Su Han dodged aside, letting the box crash to the ground while raising her crossbow to aim. Only then did she realize the man had simply wanted to escape.

She could have hunted him down if she wanted to, but Su Han had no intention of doing so. After gathering the scattered items, she quickly left the scene.

With a bag at her waist, another slung over her shoulder, and her arms full of the supply box, crossbow, and baseball bat, Su Han felt like a walking loot drop—exactly the kind of target players would happily team up to rob.

Growing increasingly uneasy, she found a rock to sit on and decided to sort through her haul. But the moment she exhaled, four male players surrounded her.

Su Han, “…”

Less than an hour into the instance, and how many fights was this now?

But then she noticed the four men ready to jump each other. It dawned on her—they weren’t allies but two separate groups.

She swiftly opened the supply box, revealing five bags of toast and five bottles of water inside.

Su Han quickly grabbed one bottle of water and called out, “I don’t want the rest. Have fun.” With that, she tossed the box toward the two on her right and immediately retreated.

The two on the right lit up, snatched the box, and bolted without hesitation.

The other two, seeing red, abandoned their pursuit of Su Han and chased after them instead.

Su Han didn’t go far. Watching the four disappear one after another, she let out a relieved breath. Then she sat down, unscrewed the water bottle, and took several sips.

The choice was obvious—should players prioritize attacking others or searching for supplies? Any sane person would do the math.

Eliminating one player still left over a hundred others. Securing enough supplies meant surviving longer. Between the two, gathering resources was clearly the top priority.

Moreover, early in the game, most players weren’t aware that backpacks remained after death, so they focused solely on resource points and supply crates. That was why they had let Su Han go despite her carrying two bags.

As for Su Han, she had ample personal supplies and loot from the bags she’d picked up, so she wasn’t lacking in essentials. In fact, she had so much that it made her a prime target for others’ greed.

That was why, after taking just one bottle of water, she abandoned the supply box without hesitation—in this round, more wasn’t always better. Carrying too much could become a burden. Better to travel light, especially since she had her special skills.

She must have been sitting on the ground, her figure hidden by the tall grass. In any case, Su Han finally had a rare moment of rest.

About twenty minutes later, a robotic system voice announced, "Day 1 of the game, 112 survivors remain."

Eight deaths right off the bat—this round was brutal from the start.

No sooner had the announcement finished than a milk bottle, a loaf of dark bread, and two handmade soap bars spawned in front of her.

Su Han winced in frustration. The items were good, but her bag was too small to fit them all... If only her partner were here—at least he could help use some of it up.

At this moment, Su Han genuinely missed Zhong Rui.

**

Lin Jing weaved through the forest, constantly on guard in case a blade suddenly appeared from the shadows. Fortunately, his chosen route was safe, and he made it to the resource point without encountering any trouble.

Spotting the blue supply crate dangling from a branch, Lin Jing's face lit up with joy. He yanked a Timed Explosive from his pocket and tied it to the tree.

Thanks to his elite demolition Innate Ability, he could obtain Timed Explosives almost every day. As long as he gathered enough supplies, clearing the round would be a breeze!

A few seconds later, the Timed Explosive went off with a thunderous blast, and the ancient tree collapsed.

Just as Lin Jing reached for the supply crate, a "swish—" sound cut through the air as an arrow grazed his cheek, carrying an unmistakable threat.

A masked figure stepped out, a medical mask obscuring most of his face, holding a crossbow. His voice sounded muffled as he said, "I was just struggling to get that supply box down. Thanks for the help. Now you can leave."

Lin Jing, "..."

So it wasn’t that no one wanted the resource point—it was that someone had their eye on it but couldn’t retrieve it, so they deliberately hid and waited for someone else to lend a hand. All his effort had just handed victory to someone else.

Lin Jing gritted his teeth in frustration. Yet, retreat was his only option.

The weapon he obtained upon entering the game was a rope, which was useless here. The explosives from his Innate Ability had already been used. At the moment, he had no combat capability. Honestly, he was lucky to get out alive.

After careful consideration, he had no choice but to bow to reality and leave, step by step, cautiously.

The masked figure had no intention of pursuing him. He picked up the supply crate, took out all ten bars of soap inside, then discarded the box and walked away.

Once he reached a secluded corner, the young man removed his mask, revealing his face—it was none other than Zhong Rui.

**

The blazing sun left Lü Xinghui’s lips parched, and his thirst became unbearable. Instinctively, he began searching for streams, creeks, or lakes—any source of water.

Before long, he heard the sound of flowing water nearby.

Heart leaping, Lü Xinghui rushed toward the sound. Upon arrival, he found it was indeed a mountain creek! He dropped to his knees, scooping up water greedily with his hands.

After wiping his mouth and standing up, a searing pain tore through his gut. He staggered and fell to the ground.

"What’s going on? Is the water poisoned?!" Lü Xinghui’s face drained of color.

At that moment, a man sauntered up to Lü Xinghui, wielding a curved blade. Without a second thought, he brought it down.

Lü Xinghui thrashed weakly, the poison sapping his strength, and the blade struck true.

"Don’t waste your energy. You drank so much creek water—there’s no way you’re escaping now." With that, the man swung his blade even more fiercely, aiming for the joints.

Before long, Lü Xinghui was eliminated.

The man snatched up the fallen satchel, grinning in satisfaction. "Why bother scrapping over supply drops? Ambushing players at water holes is way more fun."

With that, he melted back into the shadows, patiently waiting for his next victim.

**

On the grass, Dai Hui dashed frantically but was eventually cornered with no escape.

She had no choice but to turn around and whimper, "I’m just a shopkeeper—I can get all kinds of daily supplies. I promise to give you everything I get—just don’t kill me, okay?"

The pursuer sneered and replied, "Sounds tempting, but women are dead weight. Cut the crap! Hand over the satchel now!"

He didn’t know the game’s rules and assumed, as usual, that players would leave nothing behind upon elimination. This hesitation in attacking had allowed his target to run so far. But now, his mouth was bone-dry, his limited patience had worn thin, and he had no interest in this bullshit chase anymore.

Dai Hui’s eyes welled up. She pressed her lips together and obediently threw the satchel onto the ground.

"That’s more like it." The pursuer grinned, though his gaze held a nasty glint. With the satchel’s contents secured, it was time to end this dumb game.

But suddenly, his prey’s expression shifted, her voice turning cold. "How many damn times? Stop chasing me. I didn’t want to burn my stamina fighting early on. But since you’re so determined to die, then fine."

The pursuer, "???"

The prey lunged forward. Somehow, a dagger had appeared in her right hand, its blade gleaming sharply.

The pursuer’s gut lurched, and without hesitation, he swung his battle-axe in retaliation.

The two exchanged blows. Three minutes later, the pursuer fell, the satchel and battle-axe dropping to the ground.

Dai Hui, her stamina down to 38%, looked furious. "I didn’t even want to deal with you, but you just had to chase me down. Dumbass had it coming!"

After the counter-kill, she didn’t even look at the battle-axe. She simply picked up both satchels and walked away.

**

Some players believed there was no need to scavenge for supplies—just pick off the weaklings and the survivors could leave the instance anytime.

Some players thought it unnecessary to fight—just find a place to hide and wait for others to kill each other, ensuring an easy victory.

Others took a more indifferent approach, adapting on the fly. They bullied the weak, avoided the strong, cut deals, or fled desperately. In the end, survival was all that mattered—how it happened didn’t.

Thanks to the collective efforts of all players, the number of survivors in the instance steadily dwindled.

By the afternoon, Su Han checked approvingly as her satiety and cleanliness stats continued to drop. She eagerly devoured the black bread and used a bar of handmade soap.

Now, both satchels could barely hold all her daily supplies.

On another note, Su Han had tried many ways to carry both the crossbow and the baseball bat. But after much effort, she had to admit that hauling two weapons slowed her down—one had to go.

After some thought, she discarded the crossbow, pocketed the anesthetic darts, and finally gripped the baseball bat in her hand.