Chapter 107 Survival 3

Chapter 107 Survival 3

Su Han had just finished packing up when she heard a frantic scream from nearby, “Help!!”

She turned her head and saw a thin, frail boy stumbling in his escape, his face filled with terror, as if something horrifying was chasing him.

Su Han remained seated. Survivors of eleven rounds all had some aces in the hole. Seeing someone flee in panic, seemingly defenseless, set off all her alarms.

At the same time, the boy noticed someone nearby and immediately lit up, rushing toward her without hesitation while shouting, “Help! Please help me!”

Su Han held her baseball bat between them, her voice icy. “Don’t come any closer.” Her entire demeanor was hostile.

The boy was short and slender, could pass for a girl. His face was panicked yet wheedling as he begged softly, “Please help me, I’m begging you!”

“What can a girl like me do to help? Instead of wasting time here, you’d be better off running a few more steps. Maybe you’d actually escape.” Su Han remained unmoved.

“There’s only one pursuer, but there are two of us!” the boy spoke rapidly. “If we drop him, we can split the loot. How about it?”

Su Han’s expression didn’t change. *Who’s ‘us’?* she thought. Outwardly, she replied stiffly, “Pass.”

The boy froze. Then, hesitantly, he tried negotiating, “Then… can I at least hide here?”

Su Han narrowed her eyes, her lips curling into a knowing smirk. “Tell me, why are you so insistent on getting close to me?”

The boy’s expression flickered, but he forced himself to act natural, as if he didn’t understand what she meant.

“You’re running for your life, yet you have time to chat with me? You’ve been standing in front of me for a while now, but your so-called pursuer is nowhere in sight. You keep making excuses just to get closer…” Su Han scoffed. “Isn’t it obvious you’ve marked me and are just looking for an excuse to approach?”

Before she could finish, the boy suddenly lunged, clearly intending to strike first.

Su Han didn’t dodge. Instead, she pulled out a tranquilizer dart from her pocket and jabbed it into the boy’s neck, then depressed the syringe to inject the sedative.

Soon, the boy’s body grew numb, his movements sluggish.

Seizing the opportunity, Su Han struck his joints with her baseball bat. The boy cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground, the weapon in his hand flying far away.

Su Han took a closer look—it was a spiked dagger! The blade was long, thin, and rigid, with grooves along each edge designed to cause bleeding. Getting hit by it would be excruciating.

Realizing this, she saw red. “You actually brought a spiked dagger to use against a delicate bitch girl? You’re fucking psychotic!”

With that, she went to town with her bat, exacting revenge.

The boy, “…”

*Delicate bitch girl? Who? You???*

The searing pain only deepened his regret. Among the dozens of female players in the game, why had he been so blind as to pick this one?

He had assumed female players were generally bleeding hearts who would help the weak. If he could just get close, strike a vital spot with the dagger, he could easily win a one-on-one fight. But reality had turned out nothing like his plan.

From start to finish, his target had never let her guard down. Forget getting close—she had clearly wanted as much distance between them as possible.

The boy also recalled the two packs she carried. Before attacking, he had thought himself lucky to stumble upon easy prey. Now, he realized how foolish he had been. Seeing two packs should have been a warning that this person was bad news. But it was too late for regrets…

Soon, the boy dissolved into pixels.

Su Han groused, “Why does everyone target me? Do they really think girls are the easiest to bully in this game?”

Then, she picked up the third pack that had dropped, her expression wistful—she was overloaded and could barely manage the weight. The thought of possibly having to discard supplies pained her soul.

**

From the moment she entered the game, Dai Hui made up her mind to avoid unnecessary trouble and conserve her energy. She intended to save most of her strength for a final sprint toward victory.

The plan was solid, but no matter where she went, players kept attacking her unprovoked.

Dai Hui dodged when she could, ran when possible, and fought back desperately when cornered. Half a day passed, and she realized in despair that she had already endured several intense battles, leaving her utterly exhausted.

On the surface, she didn’t look like a peace-loving player at all—more like a battle junkie.

Dai Hui was getting pissed. With so many players in the game, why did they all seem to target her?

Finally finding a secluded spot to rest, she stopped to think. After a while, it dawned on her—bullies always go for the easy targets. Others deliberately prioritized attacking those who looked vulnerable.

She was a woman, looking like an easy mark, so everyone was eager to take a shot at her.

Once she understood, Dai Hui was seeing red, wishing she could grab every other player and beat them up one by one.

But the game had to go on.

Left with no choice, she laid low, trying to minimize combat encounters.

**

Meanwhile, Su Han sat on the ground, two bags slung over her back and another clutched in her hand, wondering how she got here.

Suddenly, an arrow shot straight toward her.

Spotting it from the corner of her eye, Su Han snapped and swatted the arrow away—she hadn’t even figured out how to deal with the bags she already had, and now someone was dumb enough to bring her more loot?!

She glared coldly in the direction the arrow had come from, hoping to intimidate any potential enemies into retreating.

But the opposite happened. Two male players sauntered over like they owned the place, grinning like idiots.

One let out a low whistle. "So fierce. I’ve never seen such a fierce female player before."

The other white-knuckled his bow, his gaze fixed greedily on the bags.

"Is living not good enough for you? Why insist on seeking death?" Su Han deadpanned.

Both men froze at her vibe, momentarily stunned. But they quickly snapped out of it.

One chuckled mockingly. "You major in theatrics? Nice act—almost had me fooled."

The other snorted. "Of course, we wouldn’t attack unless we were confident of winning."

"In other words, you’re blind and stupid for picking the wrong opponent," Su Han concluded, cracking her knuckles, ready for a fight.

The two male players: "..."

What was up with this woman? They clearly had the upper hand, yet she showed no fear—just total "are you kidding me" energy.

Her composure was unnerving enough to feel like mind games.

The first man suddenly changed his tone. "Forget it. I’m in a good mood today—I’ll let you go." Then, he yanked his buddy back by the collar.

Su Han remained expressionless, mentally scoffing, *Who’s letting whom go here?*

But it was a good thing those morons bailed, so she couldn’t be bothered to pursue the matter. Picking up the third bag with her left hand and gripping her baseball bat with her right, she stomped off.

Meanwhile, the dragged-away companion watched their free loot walk away, utterly baffled. He whisper-yelled, "You believed her after just a few words? Are you stupid?"

"It’s not about believing her—it’s about listening to my survival instinct," the other replied gravely, his voice low. "My heart was pounding, my nerves on edge. It felt like if we stayed any longer, we'd be respawning at the start point."

"The last time my heart raced like this was when I was surrounded by over thirty zombies. Better safe than sorry—let's switch targets."

His companion immediately fell silent. Relying on a sixth sense to avoid danger sounded mystical, but he knew full well that his buddy's intuition was scarily on point. There had been several close calls before, and it was only thanks to his buddy's warnings that they managed to retreat in time. So when his buddy said this, he took it at face value without hesitation.

But still...

Curiosity got the better of his companion. "Someone who can take on over thirty zombies—what kind of person is that? Some kind of primordial monster?!"

The two stared blankly at each other, but no answer came to mind.

**

As the sky gradually darkened, the number of players looking for fights dwindled. Whether they were busy scouting safe places to camp or had already been taken out was unclear.

Only then did Su Han realize that, so caught up in food, daily necessities, and medicine, she had completely forgotten to bring a flint and steel! Luckily, she had just acquired two extra bags.

But after rummaging through them, Su Han fell silent—those two hadn’t packed a flint either.

With nightfall, visibility would drop, making movement difficult. Without a fire, things would get troublesome. After some thought, she resigned herself, stood up, packed up all her gear, and set off to find a campfire.

Mercury had been in retrograde all day, but finally, Su Han got lucky! After walking for about fifteen minutes, she spotted the flicker of firelight in the distance.

Overjoyed, Su Han hurried toward it without hesitation.

By the campfire sat a young woman, on high alert, a dagger flipping nervously in her grip—clearly ready for a fight at any moment.

Su Han stopped at a distance and called out, "Mind if I borrow some fire?"

The young woman instantly tensed. Gripping her dagger, she replied coldly, "No."

"I can trade supplies for it." Su Han lifted the third bag.

"No deal." The young woman remained frosty and unmoved.

Su Han stated firmly, "I *will* get fire. If we can't work this out with a trade, then we’ll have to fight." Her words dripped with threat.

The young woman, "..."

What are you, the devil incarnate?

The young woman glanced again at the three bags on Su Han and seemed to relent slightly. "Fine, take the fire and leave. I don’t need your supplies."

Su Han caught sight of the single bag on the young woman and the three beside her, then smirked knowingly. "Ran into a lot of annoying people?"

"Haven’t you?" the young woman shot back.

"Yeah, nearly drove me mad." Su Han picked up a piece of wood to light from the fire and replied casually, "Wave after never-ending wave. If it weren’t for the Portable Storage being unusable, I’d have thrown a grenade ages ago."

This struck a chord with the young woman. She had been harassed all day, pushed to the brink of snapping.

By then, Su Han had already gotten her flame. Standing up, she said offhandedly, "I’ll set up a campfire about five hundred meters from here. If you run into trouble tonight, you can come to me for help. Let me be clear—if you try anything shady, I won’t hold back."

The young woman, burned one too many times, flat-out refused. "I don’t need help. Just stay away from me."

Su Han shrugged. "Favors always come due. Whether you accept it or not is up to you." With that, she walked away calmly.

The young woman, Dai Hui, felt the temptation gnawing at her. But after careful consideration, she ultimately shook her head.

What, just because she’s a girl means she can't lie? Of the three bags she'd acquired, one had been taken from a female player whose sickeningly sweet act had almost fallen for it hook, line and sinker.

Dai Hui made up her mind once and for all: she wouldn’t trust anyone again.

Author’s Note: Su Han (sighing): Some people just keep delivering themselves and their loot right to my doorstep... Put yourselves in my shoes for once—I can't carry any more!!