41: Chapter 41 A Massive Doomsday Blind Date

"What the hell? A black hole falling from the sky!"

"That's a damn shell fired casually by our boss, Red Wolf, from District C-72!"

As soon as this bolded red bullet comment was sent, the public channel, which had been filled with shock, fell silent for a second.

Immediately after, an overwhelming wave of mocking bullet comments flooded the screen like a tsunami.

"Holy crap, have the people from District C-72 been scared out of their minds by the waves? They've started talking nonsense here."

"A casual shell creating a black hole? Is your boss piloting an interstellar warship or a Star Destroyer?"

"You're bragging without even making a draft. It can even cause gravitational collapse? Why don't you just say your boss insta-killed an Evil God!"

"Break it up, break it up. I bet that guy from District C-72 saw District C-15 encounter a spectacle and got jealous, so he came out to chase some clout."

Facing the frantic collective mockery from players across all districts, the players from District C-72 immediately refused to back down.

Another District C-72 player instantly fought back frantically: "I can prove it! Our boss did this!"

"Just now, he effortlessly insta-killed a Mutated Crab King. That shell flew right through the crab and vanished!"

Other District C-72 players who were present immediately jumped in to support him.

"Exactly! I was there too! I saw the boss fire the cannon with my own eyes!"

"The recoil almost flipped the tank over, and the shell was black and white!"

However, with only people from the same district testifying, players from other districts didn't buy it at all, still believing they were all just acting together.

Just then, a few female players with the District C-1 prefix spoke up timidly in the public channel.

"Um... we're from District C-1. Even though it sounds outrageous, this seems to be true."

"The big shot Red Wolf from District C-72 did indeed fire a shot here just now. The color of the shell was exactly the same as in the video..."

Once these bullet comments appeared, the mocking voices instantly halved.

Then, the District C-72 player who first retorted posted a high-definition photo directly into the public channel.

In the photo was the mountain-like wreckage of a Mutated Crab King.

Most eye-catching was the smooth, circular hole, three meters in diameter, that pierced right through the Crab King's chest.

And on the edges of this mirror-smooth cut, a few wisps of eerie black-and-white flames were burning quietly.

The shape, color, and even the aura of destruction that could be felt through the screen were identical to the flames at the edge of the deep pit Chen Tianyu had just posted!

The evidence was irrefutable.

The entire public channel fell into a deathly silence.

A full half-minute passed.

Suddenly, a uniform wave of frantic spam erupted across the screen.

"Holy crap!"

"Holy crap!"

"Holy crap!!!"

"Is this for real?! A basic attack cleared the screen from eighty kilometers away?!"

"What kind of god-tier firepower is this?! Is this even how the game is played?"

"Big shot, come out and say something! @Red Wolf!"

"Big shot, come out and say something! @Red Wolf!"

"Big shot, do you need any more leg ornaments? @Red Wolf!"

For a moment, the formation of the entire public channel was surprisingly unified, as millions of players frantically tagged that high-and-mighty black ID.

However, the "culprit" who caused all this sensation and worship didn't even glance at the chat channel at this moment.

Lu Yuan was leaning comfortably in the driver's seat, listening to upbeat heavy metal rock, driving that steel behemoth as it raced toward the core area of Atlantis.

...

Half an hour later.

Bai Li, who was also rushing along the ruined highway, was hunched over the back of the Mechanical White Tiger, her cold gaze searching for tank track marks ahead.

She was determined to catch up with that bastard and give him a piece of her mind!

Suddenly, Bai Li raised her hand, signaling the Mechanical White Tiger to slow down.

On the highway a few kilometers ahead, dozens of cars were parked in a long line.

Bright red-painted war chariots were mixed with various colored ordinary vehicles, blocking the entire highway.

"Is there a massive shootout happening?"

Bai Li immediately became alert.

In Atlantis, where resources were heavily polluted and the threat of being swallowed by waves was constant, encounters between people from different districts would definitely lead to bloody battles over survival supplies.

However, when Bai Li climbed over a giant stone slab and saw the scene ahead, she froze on the spot.

The river of blood she had imagined wasn't there...

Nor was there any cruel slaughter or looting...

Instead, in front of the highway lay the massive corpse of a mutant crab.

A group of burly men with District C-72 tags were mingling with a group of female players with District C-1 prefixes.

Everyone was working busily.

One held a wrench, another swung an axe, and they were working together to dismantle the crab's carapace, converting and decomposing it into basic materials.

What shattered Bai Li's worldview the most was the way these people were communicating.

A helpful, burly man from District C-72 with a fleshy face smashed off a piece of top-grade crab shell with a hammer and handed it to a girl from District C-1 with a beaming smile.

"Little sister, come here. This piece of crab shell has high defense attributes. I smashed it off for you, it's yours!"

The girl gave a sweet smile: "Thank you, Brother Wang. You're so kind."

Another man nearby, wearing a suit and also driving a Red War Chariot, hurried forward and handed over a bottle of clean purified water.

"Are you tired, little sister? You must be thirsty after all that smashing. I have some uncontaminated clean water here, have some."

The girl took it, somewhat moved: "Thank you, President Li. Are all you people from District C-72 this gentlemanly?"

"Haha, our guild is all about mutual help! We don't go looking for trouble, but we're certainly not afraid of it!"

Hiding behind a rock, Bai Li watched this harmonious scene, her delicate face filled with massive question marks.

"?????"

What's going on?

Did I walk onto the wrong set, or have I entered some massive doomsday matchmaking event?!

What happened to doing whatever it takes to survive?

What happened to the collapse of morality, the disappearance of law, and the distortion of human nature?

People from other districts outside are beating each other's brains out for a bottle of clean water, so what on earth is with this group of District C-72 players with their red-painted cars!