256: Chapter 256 Suicide Squad Outbreak

"This... this is..."

The captain of the suicide squad stared at the saber in his hand, feeling the surging power within his body; he was completely stunned.

The situation was much the same for the team members behind him.

Someone had drawn an explosive Medicinal Pill that temporarily allowed them to break through their Realm, causing their cultivation to instantly skyrocket by a minor stage.

Someone had drawn a Grade-B defensive talisman, surrounding their body with a faint golden light shield.

Someone had drawn Gale Boots, increasing their speed by a full three times!

The most exaggerated case was a young soldier; the blind box he opened actually gushed out a complete set of Grade-B heavy armor.

The heavy armor automatically equipped itself onto him, wrapping his entire body tightly, leaving only a pair of eyes burning with Battle Intent exposed.

One hundred people.

One hundred blind boxes.

The items drawn were all different, but without exception, they were all top-tier goods capable of saving lives or killing enemies on the battlefield!

"Kill!"

The suicide squad captain was the first to react. He brandished his flaming demon slaying saber and slashed at the nearest Troll Infantry.

That troll was over three meters tall, covered in thick black armor, and held a massive tower shield.

In past battles, such a troll would require at least three human Martial Masters to besiege it just to barely manage a kill.

But this time,

*Squelch!*

The flaming demon slaying saber tore through the troll's tower shield as easily as cutting through tofu.

The blade's momentum didn't slow; it severed the troll's arm, split open its chest, and finally pierced through its back!

One strike!

An instant kill!

Scalding alien blood splattered onto the suicide squad captain's face, yet he felt not the slightest bit of fear, only an unprecedented sense of exhilaration.

"Brothers! Kill all these bastards!"

He roared hoarsely and was the first to charge into the alien Formation.

Behind him, the ninety-nine suicide squad members equipped with blind box items followed closely.

At this moment, they were no longer cannon fodder sent to their deaths.

Instead, they were a sharp knife piercing into the heart of the alien race!

On the base square.

Chen Feng and all the soldiers were staring intently toward the defensive line.

When those hundred brilliant lights erupted, the entire square fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's mouths hung open, and their eyes were wide and round.

What were they seeing?

The suicide squad... was actually pushing back?

Those Troll Infantry, which usually required several times the casualties to kill, were falling like wheat under the suicide squad's blades?

That captain, whose whole body was wreathed in flames, had split a troll in half with a single strike?

"This... how is this possible..."

Chen Feng murmured to himself, his worldview completely collapsing.

As the defensive line commander, he knew the strength comparison between the two sides all too well.

Human Martial Artists of the same level were simply lambs to the slaughter before those regular alien armies equipped with Formations and superior gear.

This was a cruel fact paid for with countless amounts of blood.

But now, this fact was being shattered.

Shattered by those hundred tiny blind boxes.

"Commander Chen, do you still think I'm just messing around?"

Lin Fan's voice came from behind him.

Chen Feng spun around abruptly, staring intently at Lin Fan.

His eyes were filled with shock, confusion, and a hint of indescribable anger.

"Minister Lin, what on earth did you put in those blind boxes?"

"Energy fluctuations of that level... are at least Grade-A resources!"

"How could the Logistics Department give you so many Grade-A resources to... to use as gambling tools?"

Chen Feng's voice was trembling.

He wasn't questioning Lin Fan, but rather the logic of this world.

Grade-A resources were strategic reserves in the Logistics Department, requiring a signed order from a Martial Saint level to be mobilized.

Where did Lin Fan, a mere Major General, get the authority to mobilize so many?

And even if he had the authority, why use this method?

Wouldn't it be better to distribute them directly to the frontline troops?

Why make soldiers obtain them through 'opening blind boxes,' a method that was practically gambling?

Lin Fan pushed up his glasses, his tone calm.

"Commander Chen, you've misunderstood one thing."

"The resources in these blind boxes weren't given by the Logistics Department; they are my own."

"As for why I used this method..."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers in the square whose eyes were once again lit with hope.

"Because of fairness."

"Fairness?"

Chen Feng was stunned.

"Yes, fairness."

Lin Fan walked to the stall and casually picked up a blind box.

"If I distributed these resources directly to the troops, how should they be allocated?"

"By military merit? By rank? By talent?"

"Between those veterans risking their lives on the front lines and those well-connected people hiding in the rear, who should get more?"

His questions left Chen Feng silent.

As a commander, he knew the dirty dealings within the military all too well.

Logistics distribution had never been absolutely fair.

People with connections and backgrounds could always get better equipment and potions.

While those veterans truly selling their lives on the front lines often only got the worst.

"But blind boxes are different."

Lin Fan placed the blind box back in the crate, his voice carrying clearly across the entire square.

"Here, the price everyone pays is the same."

"How much you spend determines how many blind boxes you can open."

"Whether what you get is good or bad depends entirely on luck."

"A lucky person might use a hundred thousand to open a Grade-A armament worth ten million."

"An unlucky person might lose everything."

He looked at Chen Feng with a sharp gaze.

"But this at least gives everyone a chance."

"A chance to buy their lives with money."

"A... fair chance."

In the square, all the soldiers fell silent.

They looked at Lin Fan and the blind boxes on the stall with complex expressions.

Yes, fairness.

On the battlefield, those two words were too much of a luxury.

They had seen too many unfair things.

Some people relied on connections to hide in the rear, yet their military merit was higher than the veterans fighting on the front lines.

Some people embezzled military supplies, selling potions meant for soldiers on the black market.

Some people fled from battle but escaped punishment because of their deep backgrounds.

But now, this suddenly appearing Myriad Treasures Pavilion and this strange blind box stall gave them the simplest and most crude form of fairness.

If you have money, you can buy.

If you buy, you can open.

What comes out depends entirely on fate.

At least, this was much cleaner than those filthy hidden rules.

Chen Feng took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

"Minister Lin, I admit your blind boxes are indeed... miraculous."

"But have you considered what consequences this method might bring?"

His tone became serious.

"If the soldiers use all their savings to open blind boxes and the items they get are useless, won't they lose both their wealth and their lives?"

"If someone becomes dependent on the effects of the blind boxes on the battlefield, what happens if they don't dare to go to battle without them in the future?"

"What if..."

"There are no 'what ifs'."

Lin Fan interrupted Chen Feng, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

"Commander Chen, you seem to have misunderstood one thing."

"I'm not here to discuss military theory with you, nor am I here to seek your permission."

"I am here to notify you."