95: Chapter 95 Survivorship: 50,000

"Very good... No."

Chen Fan pulled her behind him with a tug.

"Don't mess around, I'm fighting a BOSS."

"Humph, I'll settle the score with you later."

Jiu Jiu gave a light snort, stamped her foot, and turned to walk back into the cabin.

Watching her disappear around the corner, Chen Fan revealed a wicked smile.

Settling accounts later?

That's as good as tacit consent, which means no score to settle at all.

Since it's tacitly accepted, that means...

One step closer to sharing a big bed!

Of course, the previous time with Vase didn't count.

After all, Vase's bizarre way of thinking cut the fun right in half.

Curling his lip, Chen Fan pulled back his thoughts.

His numb left and right hands continuously repeated slow-motion movements.

Left hand purifying supplies, right hand exchanging for cannonballs.

The tentacles' meager intelligence only knew that Chen Fan could destroy them.

So they abandoned the other Players and surged frantically toward Chen Fan.

Long whips smashed down one after another.

However, the defense was strongest near the avatar ship, which had transformed into a Regional Shield.

Several hours passed, and they had only managed to knock out 60% of the patrol boat's Advanced Shield energy.

Spending three thousand energy focusing crystals, he repaired it easily.

On the side of The Five Women, things were much harder to endure.

After their five thousand energy focusing crystals were exhausted, Chen Fan gave each of them another five thousand, and only then did they pull through.

During this time, seeing the massive wear and tear on their warships, Chen Fan even considered letting the warships be destroyed first and rebuilding them later.

But because the sample size was too small and he didn't know if they could still get the completion rewards after their warships were destroyed...

...he had to give up on the idea.

A few more hours passed, and after The Five Women received the last batch of supplies, no one else traded any more materials.

Chen Fan glanced at the system panel, and his mood immediately grew heavy.

[Regional Player Count: 57,264 / 1,000,000]

Even though the tentacles' target was him and the Regional Shield had never disappeared...

...there were still only over fifty thousand Players left in District One.

This was related to the black lines and Strange Fish absorbing energy and growing frantically after the Blue Crystals shattered.

The Players' own supplies were already insufficient, and after receiving rewards, they had surrendered most of their gunpowder and steel.

Once their bullets ran out, they could only watch helplessly as the black lines overturned their warships.

Seeing the countless Players calling for help in despair before they died in the regional chat logs, Chen Fan fell silent.

"There was no other way. If they hadn't given me the supplies to eliminate these tentacles, the whole district would have been wiped out."

Taking a long breath, Chen Fan looked at the world chat window.

It was also filled with wails and lamentations.

[District 1234]

"It's over, 300,000 people died in our district!"

[District 99233]

"Are you that useless? We only had a bit over a hundred thousand deaths."

"Total trash. With such low difficulty, you actually lost 300,000? A trash district like yours actually dares to speak up."

"Exactly, exactly."

[District 10000]

"Isn't that a bit much? Every district's strength is different; maybe the number of BOSSes is different too."

[District 10010]

"Right, this District 99233 has such poor character, it's disgusting."

[District 438]

"By the way, what about the strongest, District One? Why isn't anyone speaking?"

"Could they have all died out? Haha."

[District 10086]

"I've looked around and found something. The stronger the regional strength, the stronger the BOSS. District One might have suffered significant losses."

[District 5438]

"@District 1, we're calling you. Where are you? Could it be you've really all died out?"

Some District One Players who had passed the danger period and were watching the chat window couldn't help but grit their teeth.

"Damn it, if our BOSS wasn't so ridiculous, with Huaxia Big Shot's strength, how could we let them mock us?"

"These clowns, their BOSS is just a lackey of our BOSS, and they still lost so many people. They still have the nerve to mock us."

What to Eat for Breakfast No. 1: "Damn it, I can't take it anymore. I'm going to curse back!"

[District 1]

What to Eat for Breakfast No. 1: "You bunch of trash. Your district's BOSS isn't even worthy of carrying our BOSS's shoes. You lost so many people and still have the face to mock us."

small boat: "Those black lines of yours are worthy of being called a BOSS? If our district only had black lines, we would have fucking cleared it ten times already."

earth burrowing ship: "Watch your mouth and don't look for trouble. Your district's BOSS is just a lackey of the BOSS in our district."

As soon as these words were spoken, the world chat window paused for a moment, then erupted with thunderous mockery.

"Haha, look at them bragging without even making a draft."

"Could it be they lost too many people and are coming out to make excuses?"

"Look at you guys pretending. Pfft."

"I think District One probably used the whole district's resources to upgrade to a Large Patrol Boat just to pass the BOSS. In the end, they found out their regional boss couldn't join the fight and got stunned."

"I think so too. Looking at how they're jumping around, it seems a lot of people died. 300,000? 400,000? Could it be over 500,000? Haha!"

[District 10000]

"I actually somewhat believe what they're saying. Didn't you see? The boss of District 444 only has a Sailboat, and they're doing just fine."

[District 444]

"Not close, don't ping."

"How did we get shot while just lying here eating melons? You guys chat among yourselves; leave us alone."

"Selling sunflower seeds, cola, and popcorn in the front row."

[District 486]

"Holy shit, why are they so relaxed?"

[District 444]

"See, getting anxious again. Our district only lost a bit over 50,000 people."

"Don't pay attention to them; let's just eat and drink well."

[District 10086]

"Sure enough, we didn't guess wrong. The stronger the district, the stronger the BOSS. District One is in big trouble."

"@District 1, Brothers, hang in there."

[District 10010]

"@District 1, let's cheer on together. See you at the top!"

[District 10000]

"@District 1, by the way, how many of you actually died? It looks pretty terrifying, and no one has been speaking up."

[District 1]

"Don't know. Maybe only Huaxia Boss knows."

"Conservative estimate, over 500,000 died. No one is even talking in the regional chat channel anymore."

"Yeah, @china, Boss, how many people died in our district?"

[District 10000]

"Five... five hundred thousand?"

"That's too exaggerated. @china, is this your district boss? Post the death toll."

[District 10010]

"Ridiculous..."

"..."

Seeing countless people tagging him, Chen Fan took a deep breath.

He didn't originally want to pay attention to these people.

But the over nine hundred thousand Players of District One couldn't die so pathetically.

They were clearly fighting against an irresistible BOSS, yet they were being mocked as having died because they were unskilled.

As a survivor, he needed to clear their names.

So, Chen Fan organized the videos he had recorded earlier.

From the moment the tentacle BOSS first emerged to wreak havoc, to the appearance of countless tentacles and monsters after it split, and the scenes of the tornado's rampage—he sent them all out.

A whole row of videos completely pushed away everyone's chat records.

People from other districts stopped speaking and clicked on the videos one after another.

After watching, a bone-chilling coldness crept up the backs of their necks.

[District 10000]

"Holy shit!!!!"

"@District 1, big shots, how did you survive?"

[District 10010]

"Damn it, is this a BOSS or the end of the world?"

[District 10086]

"This tentacle, its diameter must be hundreds of thousands of fucking kilometers long, right?"

"Damn, they weren't lying. The black line BOSS in their district really is just a lackey..."

[District 666]

"666, surviving even that. But how many of you are actually still alive?"

"Yeah, tell us, how many people are actually left?"

[District 1]

china: "Image.jpg"

Chen Fan directly sent a screenshot of the regional survival count.

Instantly, the world chat channel fell into a deathly silence.

[District 1 Surviving Players: 54,156 / 1,000,000]

[District 10000]

"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands... ten thousands?"

[District 10010]

"Holy shit!!!!"

"..."

"..."

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