Chapter 104: First‑Person Death Experience (Extra Chapter for 1000 Monthly Votes)

The elevator doors at the peak opened wide, revealing a long hallway, yet the few people who walked out of the car all uniformly headed toward the restroom.

Aomo remembered that this ultraholic spec was not 18x.

Thus, the companions he 'saw' each opened their backpacks, suitcases, and luggage; clearly there was no shortage of storage tools, so someone pulled out a door-panel greatsword nearly 2.3 meters long.

It looked like they were preparing to attack.

But if they were to attack directly, the scene would probably feel like 18x……

Aomo harbored doubts, and saw that the 'self' as the main viewpoint strode off alone from the companions.

The wrists showed a somewhat delicate 'self'; standing before the sink, the glass unsurprisingly reflected a androgynously beautiful female face, bearing visible seams from prosthetic modification.

"Hello everyone, I'm Hongyingque, streaming on Terr nab……"

A series of stream categories and stream IDs were listed as menu items; the woman calling herself Hongyingque introduced their mercenary team's lineup, mission objectives, and feedback to the audience's danmu.

She was obviously using her prosthetic functions to stream and record ultraholic simultaneously, making Aomo sigh from the heart that this prosthetic suite must be quite expensive—either she's a big streamer or she took out a hefty loan.

Judging by the confidence and anticipation emanating from this emotional sync, it's likely the former.

She replied to the drifting danmu on screen while raising her hand to display the terminal's projection target—a lawbreaker from another world; as long as they take him down.

Her top patron, that is, the employer, will then pay out the remaining mercenary fee and incidentally complete this month's mercenary team quota.

When she spoke of this, her heart felt utterly fulfilled.

But Aomo always had the feeling she was about to die.

There was no particular reason for certainty; it was just a feeling.

He felt this person had stacked a bunch of g, and Kailifu also said the ultraholic would feature Gold Ancient Bridge, so Aomo felt he could soon guess what would happen next.

Better to fast‑forward...

When that thought occurred to him, the skip speed began to appear before his eyes; focusing slightly, he could see the picture start to accelerate.

After the mercenary captain finally finished recounting the antecedents and consequences and agreed with the danmu to focus on the task first, she notified the squad's intelligence officer to lock onto the target and indicate the direction, then had the wielder of the greatsword—a big fellow for whom wielding it theoretically is unsuitable—aim that direction and begin charging his weapon with a gradually intensifying blaze.

Oh... it's a greatsword that can directly unleash a wave, no wonder……

Aomo's skip multiplier bar still lit, so he could also see the fire trace from the charged sword swing that directly melted through the wall, which ought to have engulfed the target still chatting with others, but even earlier was a huge silver metal slab that smashed the window, wall, and even the floor—advancing with the suffocating force of a giant wall, it engulfed both target and passersby.

This wasn't protection; it was kill‑stealing, and even the intruding colossus showed no sign of stopping, it looked like it was about to cover them as well!

Stop stop stop, original speed original speed.

——!

Having closed the skip, Aomo almost instantly shared the tension, panic, and fear recorded in the ultraholic, as if to mock his yesterday's feeling that fear was a distant emotion; now he felt this most primal human emotion at zero distance.

At the same moment in the outside world, Ailisuzhi, who was standing beside Aomo and leaning in to observe, noticed his posture stiffen instantly, and so pulled out the terminal to start filming.

But this ultraholic medium avoids bans precisely because its emotional contagion is the most potent.

One moment it's fear, the next moment one could possibly escape from fear; even if the experiencer doesn't manage it, it doesn't matter if the ultraholic recorder does.

Thus, when someone in the mercenary team reacted and immediately took defensive measures, triggering a chain reaction that roused the others, Aomo's fear faded somewhat, replaced by a bit of exhilaration, more anxiety, and the fear that had not yet fully vanished.

Each of them, like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea showing their powers, employed their own means to bolster defense or even drag teammates to safety.

They attempted to escape from the top‑floor building that had just been destroyed.

But as they struggled, they kept looking back for an escape line; when they came to, there was no foothold beneath their feet.

Being tens of meters high in the air, they could see that the silver wall's essence consisted of several‑meter‑high mysterious floating components, with also not a few aerial hovercars.

At first glance it looked like a prelude to a vehicular accident, but with their abilities, a bit of skillful operation could turn it into a self‑rescue opportunity.

The woman's feeling of exhilaration immediately grew clearer, yet in the next moment it was shrouded by shadow.

Boom!

The vision went black in a burst of explosive sound.

Aomo silently called out to the progress bar.

Finding there was still some, he hurriedly dragged it.

He saw the vision filled with noise and jitter like an old‑school glitchy screen.

Aomo guessed this was the 'struggle' phenomenon unique to prosthetic modification.

Normally, being crushed between the two sections of Gold Ancient Bridge would kill a person outright, but if someone is highly or even fully prosthetic, they retain at least some room to struggle.

Like a Gundam head being merely a camera, a mechanical prosthetic can attempt functional separation to run independently, although such a design bears no relation to the mainstream integrated approach.

But mercenaries, in order to increase survival rates, spare no effort.

Yet looking at this mercenary streamer's performance, the will to survive is obviously not that strong.

The picture, heavy with noise, lasted ten‑odd seconds without clearing up or moving noticeably; only some mechanical sounds could be received, and finally a huge mechanical silhouette fell into view.

Gold Ancient Bridge.

The fully unified Gold Ancient Bridge, the Pedan Star People's perfect masterpiece—a being that logically shouldn't be called a monster, yet occupies a spot on the Terra Special Effects Photography Association's monster statistics list as a giant robot.

Forget it; even Mechanical Godzilla is regarded as a monster, and monster researchers like Kailifu also treat Gold Ancient Bridge as a monster, so people can't be too rigid.

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Aomo silently removed the headband, having prepared to squint against the suddenly brightening view, but instead found only a fairly soft shadow——

——from the person standing beside him falling onto him.

"What are you doing?" Aomo's tone turned wooden.

"Taking photos."

The brown‑haired horse‑girl holding the terminal spoke righteously, and even scrolled out two photos from it.

One shows eyes slightly shut, expression extremely stiff; the other shows cautious, half‑opened eyes.

Compared to Aomo's usual demeanor, this is indeed quite rare and worth preserving.

"Delete them."

The person sighed.

You're just going to repay my trust in you like this?

Then you also need to trust me a bit more, guinea pig~ Suzi said, tapping with her finger, and actually deleted it.

Aomo wanted to speak but stopped, fell silent for a moment, then asked: "Have you finished your experiment notes?"

Just like a parent asking about homework when seeing a mischievous child.

"Of course!" The more outstanding the child, the more troublesome; Suzi replied in a high-pitched tone, hands on hips in a proud pose, then asked, "So, any results?"

""

When bringing up the matter, Aomo's expression also became slightly serious, he raised his hand to pull out the terminal, and opened the search engine page.

"Let me first look up the information to confirm."