Chapter 177 The Seventh Island

"It wasn't in vain that I've looked after you for these past four years."

The white mist grew thicker, so thick it was suffocating.

The headlights were on, but one could only see two meters ahead of the car.

Yang Kexin drove very slowly and nervously.

The wheels rolled over the road, making a dull rustling sound.

About three minutes later...

The white mist thinned, and light filtered through from ahead, growing brighter.

Wang Mengmeng squinted, shielding her forehead with her hand.

"We're going out!"

The moment the car rushed out, everyone squinted.

The car continued forward, the highway stretching straight into the distance.

Sunlight leaked through the gaps in the clouds, warm and cozy, spreading over the sea on both sides, shattering into fragments of light.

Further away was an island, so green it looked black. The ridgeline climbed from the shore toward the center of the island, getting higher and higher, wrapped in mist, appearing and disappearing.

Wang Mengmeng leaned against the window, her mouth hanging open for a long time.

"This... this is the apocalypse? Isn't this a resort?"

Yang Kexin parked the car on the beach and turned off the engine, her hands still on the steering wheel, eyes fixed outside the window.

"I didn't take the wrong road, did I? This is Wuyin Island? It looks like this?"

Zuo Shi held Lu Xiaoyu, both of them looking at the azure sea outside the window.

Lu Xiaoyu said, "Wow! So pretty!"

[Arrived at Seventh Island · Vehicle Parking Point]

[Please park your Vehicle in the designated area]

[Landing entrance ahead: 200 meters]

[Number of Vehicles on the same island: 10/10]

[The Eye of Peace hangs high; killing fellow islanders is strictly forbidden]

[Please collaborate with each team to compete for a higher ranking]

[Detailed rules will be revealed after landing on the island]

[Good luck to everyone]

The Baby Bus stopped on the sand, its engine cut.

Wang Mengmeng jumped out of the car, stepped onto the soft sand, and spun around.

"Is this really not the Living Area?"

Yang Kexin jumped down from the driver's seat and stretched: "There are no supplies from the Living Area here. In the Living Area, there are countless supplies, and backpacks are open at any time! But here?"

Deng Yuxin followed her out of the car and whispered: "But with our team's setup, we shouldn't starve to death..."

Zhang Wanyue looked over the prompt panel and frowned.

"Killing fellow islanders is strictly forbidden, meaning... we have to cooperate?"

Shen Qingci leaned against the car door,

"The rules say the details won't be revealed until after we land. It's useless to talk about this now; the priority is to get on the island early."

Li Mengyao helped Liu Manqing out of the car.

Liu Manqing stepped onto the sand and glanced at the distant island, "This place is quite beautiful."

Li Mengyao gripped her hand. "Auntie, just follow us."

Sun Zhiyuan was the last one to get out.

He rubbed his hands and looked around, glancing at Chen Yu: "Ahem, it's good that we can't fight, it's good. Everyone is just trying to survive; fighting and killing is so unpleasant."

Wang Mengmeng glanced at him: "But our convoy just loves fighting and killing~"

"..."

Sun Zhiyuan's lip twitched, and he didn't respond.

Everyone walked toward the distance.

The footprints on the beach grew more numerous and chaotic, the sand becoming pitted from being stepped on.

The figures ahead grew denser, a dark mass of people.

Wang Mengmeng stood on tiptoe to look ahead. "So many people?"

The landing entrance was a narrow sandy passage with black reefs on both sides.

Camouflage uniforms, windbreakers, work clothes, straw hats, white lab coats—nine teams, over a hundred people, formed a long, crooked line extending back from the landing entrance.

Curses and shoving sounds mixed together.

"Move aside, move aside!"

A tall man squeezed through from the back of the crowd, shirtless, with a wolf's head tattooed on his chest.

He swept his arm across, pushing the two people in front to the sides, "Move aside, we are the Sirius Team. I am the captain, Zhang Tianlang. My record is verifiable, ranked 8,000th!"

His voice boomed over the heads of the crowd.

The people in front looked back and saw the wolf's head on his chest, his bulging muscles, and the seven or eight people in black T-shirts following behind him.

"8,000th? Whoa, top ten thousand? That certainly gives him the right to be arrogant."

"We'd better move; we'll be on the same island later."

"Yeah, maybe we'll even have to count on them to carry us... Hurry and make some room, let them onto the island first."

Zhang Tianlang led his people forward, squeezing through.

They pushed from the very back to the middle, and from the middle to the front.

Only two teams remained in front of them.

The Research Team and the group in camouflage uniforms at the very front.

The captain of the Research Team pushed up his glasses, glanced at Zhang Tianlang, and took a step to the side.

Zhang Tianlang walked past him to the very front.

Now, only the group in camouflage uniforms was left—about a dozen people standing in two quiet rows. The sea breeze blew, making their camouflage uniforms flutter in the wind.

Zhang Tianlang squinted, sizing up the camouflage-clad group: "From the military district?"

A middle-aged man with a very resolute, square-jawed face stepped out from the camouflage team.

"Is there a problem?"

Zhang Tianlang chuckled: "We're ranked 8,000th and want to be the first to land. I wonder if we're qualified?"

The middle-aged man shook his head: "If that's what this is about, then get lost."

"?"

Zhang Tianlang was stunned. Before he could react, a hand had already grabbed his collar.

Five fingers dug into the fabric on his chest like iron hooks.

"Holy crap, what are you doing?!"

Zhang Tianlang tried to struggle but couldn't break free. He was lifted off the ground—a man 1.9 meters tall and weighing 180 pounds, picked up with one hand like a chicken.

"You—"

Before he could finish, he was thrown out like a bag of trash.

"Bang!"

Sand splashed high. Zhang Tianlang lay flat on his back in the sand, helped up by several teammates who rushed over.

"Captain! Those people are not to be trifled with; they're probably even stronger than us!"

Yellow Hair helped him up while patting the sand off his clothes.

Zhang Tianlang rubbed his back, grimacing in pain: "It's already like this, do you still need to fucking 'probably' it? What bad luck!"

As an A-rank Awakened with hardened arms and immense strength, he had beaten those monsters until they wailed for their parents in previous missions, and his convoy's rank was as high as 8,000th place...

He thought he was hot stuff, but it seemed he'd have to settle for the second spot in the end.

"Forget it, so what if we're the second to land?"

"It's not like there's a reward for being first. When we're actually doing the mission, I'll show them what's what."

Yellow Hair whispered: "Captain, strictly speaking, our ten Vehicles are one team..."

Zhang Tianlang glanced at him and gave him a punch: "I know!"