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A thrilling showdown between the living and the dead quietly unfolded on the outskirts of a small town, where tranquility was shattered.
As night fell like a heavy curtain, it enveloped the town in darkness and foreboding. The moonlight seemed to dim under the thick stench of blood, transforming the place into a terrifying hell on earth. Luo Shanhe gripped the tank's steering wheel tightly, his hands trembling slightly from tension and determination. The engine roared like a beast fighting for survival, echoing across the desolate land.
Around him, decaying bodies surged forward, drawn by the scent of fresh life, attempting to engulf the entire vehicle. Meanwhile, Leng Fengyang stood atop the car, the night wind howling around him. His silhouette stretched under the moonlight as he swung a bloodied rebar, piercing through the attacking corpses with deadly precision, carving a bloody path.
At that moment, A Yan was immersed in her world of potions. Her nimble hands busily mixed pills capable of temporarily suppressing the Corpse Poison's invasion. There was no trace of panic on her face—only focus and resolve—perhaps a testament to her absolute trust in Leng Fengyang and Luo Shanhe's abilities. This unspoken understanding had been forged through countless life-and-death trials they had faced together; words were unnecessary as their hearts were already in sync.
After a fierce battle, they finally broke free from the encirclement of corpses. As the vehicle distanced itself from the town, the atmosphere did not ease; instead, it grew more eerie and uncertain. Surrounding them was an endless wilderness, where distant roars of mutated beasts and rustling sounds of non-living creatures intertwined to create a haunting nocturne.
Leng Fengyang climbed back into the passenger seat, scanning his surroundings warily. His clothes were soaked with blood and sweat, yet he felt no fatigue.
"Congratulations, host. You have entered the leaderboard for the first time, currently ranked at [rank], with a total score of [score]."
The system's voice prompt piqued Leng Fengyang's interest. He opened the System Panel with his mind, where a line of red text scrolled across the top of the screen like a barrage of comments. Driven by curiosity, he lightly tapped on the screen to delve into the game's ranking mechanism.
He discovered that to enter this virtual yet brutal leaderboard, one must accumulate enough total points to rank within the top one thousand, with points directly determining ranking order. At first glance, this setup seemed no different from ordinary video games; however, Leng Fengyang understood that hidden behind it lay life-and-death stakes far beyond mere data accumulation.
As he clicked further into the details of his total score, numbers flashed on the screen that left him deep in thought. He was astonished to find that his ability to make it onto the leaderboard was connected to that harrowing bloody battle in town. During their desperate escape earlier, every precise swing of his rebar had resulted in a corpse falling.
He hadn't realized that each desire for life and struggle against death had been transformed into tangible points by this cold game system—meaning every corpse he killed earned him one point. He had just slain over two hundred of them, accumulating quite a score.
This number not only acknowledged his courage and strength but also revealed the cruel nature of this game profoundly. A complex mix of emotions surged within Leng Fengyang: relief at his survival instincts and deep concern for an uncertain fate weighed heavily on him. Why had this system chosen him? That question loomed like a heavy stone pressing down on his heart.
He began to recall, trying to find answers from the time he was framed and fell into Waterfall Cliff. Was it his identity as a Grave Hunter, or did facing death trigger the awakening of his abilities? Or perhaps, there was no logic of choice in the awakening itself; it simply randomly selected one life among countless others and threw him into this brutal trial ground?
Leng Fengyang knew well that regardless of the reason, there was no turning back now. He had to keep moving forward, not only for survival but also to seek that perhaps non-existent Dark Side of the Moon.
【Notice! Players, if you have made it into the top hundred on the leaderboard, you will receive a Revival Card!】
Just as Leng Fengyang was about to exit the game interface, an eye-catching pop-up message jumped into view, like the brightest star in the night sky, instantly igniting his passion. This was not just a message; it was a talisman for this game.
The rules were actually simple: the Revival Card, a rare item coveted by everyone in this game, had significant effects: if defeated in-game, it would grant the holder a chance to revive with full health. Undoubtedly, it was an excellent aid for turning the tide and climbing to new heights, making the entire game rules even more thrilling and filled with infinite possibilities.
He had to break into the top hundred. Leng Fengyang secretly gathered his strength; the fastest way to earn points now was not by collecting supplies but by taking down those walking corpses. Each kill would earn him a point, which could lead to great prospects.
Moreover, Leng Fengyang understood this well; risks and opportunities always went hand in hand. Facing the challenge of the corpses was not only a test of physical limits but also a dual sharpening of technical skill and psychological endurance. Although the corpses moved unsteadily, they concealed unimaginable resilience and sudden explosive power. Any slight negligence could lead to total failure and entrapment.
Leng Fengyang knew that to stand firm on this battlefield filled with crises, mere bravery was far from enough. He understood that only through close teamwork could they overcome their enemies.
At that moment, Luo Shanhe's words were like a warm spring breeze, brushing against his heart: "A-Feng, don't worry. A Yan and I will be your strongest support. Together we can tackle this tough Revival Card!" This show of support was not only trust in Leng Fengyang's personal abilities but also an affirmation of their team's cohesion.
Ahead seemed like a dead end. Driving along, they discovered that there was no road ahead. Luo Shanhe suddenly slammed on the brakes and stopped the car.
"Let's get out first," Leng Fengyang decisively unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of the car, followed closely by Luo Shanhe and A Yan.
The three stood at this open and quiet intersection, surrounded by lush greenery. In the distance, mountains rose in layers, shrouded in mist, adding an air of mystery and unease to the atmosphere.
"In my opinion, this is a dead-end road. We may need to turn around and consider going back."
Leng Fengyang stared ahead at the road that seemed to lead into the unknown, his tone carrying a sense of calm contemplation.
Could it be? Am I really going to turn back? The terrifying scenes from that small town were still vivid in my mind, and those bloodthirsty monsters left me shaken. It was hard enough to escape from there; now, to voluntarily return felt like pushing myself into a fire pit.
Luo Shanhe furrowed his brow at these words, his face filled with reluctance and concern. Recalling the difficult battles they had faced before, a chill crept into his heart.
In this perilous journey through the apocalypse, every decision could mean life or death, and he had no choice but to accept this harsh reality.
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