Chapter 207: Supernatural

In the following period, Li Cheng devoted his energy to studying his new equipment and new skills.

He discovered that the balance effect of the 【Two Yin-Yang Blades】 largely depended on his own strength.

The higher the life intensity in human form, the higher the upper limit of genetic carrying capacity, thereby affecting the duration and overall strength of the insect form.

At the same time, if he absorbed too many genes without restraint, it would negatively impact his human form, causing scales and chitinous armor to grow on his body.

In summary, he could absorb genes, but must select them carefully—better to have none than too many.

"This is so boring, Asheng."

In the afternoon, Hui Yu put down her phone, sprawled flat on the floor of the 3D warehouse, and sighed deeply: "Why has it been so quiet these past two weeks? Not a single villain has shown up for me to kill."

"Quiet is normal—it's not like right after the Killing Ground descended, when players kidnapped each other every three days and assassinated every five."

Li Cheng, wearing his Information Synthesis Glasses, sat at his workbench assembling a mechanical watch by hand and said without looking up: "If you're bored, read a book—you bought a whole stack of them not long ago."

"No."

Hui Yu turned her head away; as a liquid metal robot, she actually wanted to understand what her body was made of, so she'd ordered a pile of books on machine language online.

But with her cultural level, it was like reading celestial script, and soon became C language: From Beginner to Quit.

Ruby: From Beginner to Switch Careers.

Php: From Master to Stranger.

Python: From Hired to Fired.

She was tired of scrolling on her phone, couldn't understand the books, and couldn't go shopping in the real world—her 800-kilogram weight made elevators, escalators, and buses impossible.

As for visiting the Slum, that was possible—but Hui Yu was a robot, so she couldn't enter the most exciting arcade in the Slum, where all the games used neural implant technology for hyper-realistic simulation, and Hui Yu had no brain.

"Hmm."

Li Cheng paused, thought of something, opened the player forum on his laptop, and found its video website feature.

Hui Yu leaned over, curious: "What's this?"

"It's a video website run by the Whale Song Organization, called Fei Wang—open only to the Supernatural."

Li Cheng said casually: "It's all player-recorded footage from their scenario tasks, shot with GoPros and drones."

"A professional team edits, reshoots, and reshot the footage into single-take films or pseudo-documentaries, then uploads them to this site."

"Other players can watch these videos by subscribing to the site membership—ten game coins per month."

Hui Yu exclaimed: "Players voluntarily upload their own scenario task footage? Isn't that exposing their own intel?"

"Whale Song pays them."

Li Cheng sneered: "The Killing Ground player base is a pyramid—some drown in wealth, others starve. Bottom-tier players pay guild fees and need to strengthen themselves—they have to find every possible way to make money."

"Alright."

Hui Yu was convinced, but asked doubtfully: "Is this stuff actually fun to watch?"

Li Cheng shrugged. "It's okay. On one hand, every player's scenario tasks are different—watching others helps you learn from their experience. Even major organizations like the Special Affairs Bureau sometimes hold internal screenings."

"On the other hand, Whale Song represents the pinnacle of computer science—they use massive AI to do preliminary editing of uploaded videos, then have professionals manually screen and refine them."

"The final product quality is at least a bit higher than those cheap, money-grabbing movies."

Li Cheng paused, then added: "Also, most users uploading these videos are under Lv10 and short on cash."

"They lack professional skills, so they often do bizarre things—watching them as entertainment is surprisingly entertaining."

"I'll take a look."

Hui Yu scrolled through the program list with her mouse and found that each video title was longer and more sensational than the last.

【Zombie Apocalypse: I Stockpiled an Entire Supermarket, and Hot Guys and Girls Won't Leave Me】

【Time-Travel to the Middle Ages—My Mom Is Joan of Arc?】

【Revenge! Gray Wolf Is Fighting His Way Out of the Underworld】

【I Fight Suneo? Fine, Eat My Nuke to the Face】

【Live Streaming: Teaching Zhu Yuanzhang Late Ming History】

【Breaking Bad Reborn in Game of Thrones: Start by Getting the Night King Addicted to Drugs】

"What the hell is all this?!"

Hui Yu's eyebrow twitched, but her mouse clicked anyway, and she watched the first five minutes of the free clips.

Admittedly, these videos were genuinely entertaining—even though they were mostly first-person, lacking multi-camera setups and cinematic framing,

the raw emotion and spontaneous reactions of the people inside were impossible for actors to replicate.

Hui Yu got hooked immediately, hurriedly asked Li Cheng to buy her a membership, then brought over soda and chips and sat at the desk, gleefully watching.

Li Cheng shook his head, preparing to resume training his Machinist skill, when a system alert chimed in his ear.

【Task Type: Script Task (One-on-One Duel)】

【Task Name: Supernatural Out of Control】

【Objective: At 30 minutes, hold a baby diaper and wait for teleportation】

【Reward: Revealed upon receiving the next task prompt】

【Failure Penalty: Next task becomes a Punishment Task】

Finally.

Li Cheng raised an eyebrow—one-on-one duels were among the most brutal task types in the Killing Ground, where both sides used every means possible to kill each other.

But while "Supernatural Out of Control" made sense, why the requirement to hold a baby diaper for teleportation?

Did it imply both players had to beat the other into submission?

Too little intel—overthinking was pointless. Li Cheng immediately began packing.

Hui Yu, still watching "Breaking Bad Dominates Game of Thrones," reluctantly closed her laptop, turned on her phone, and frantically downloaded movies during the remaining time.

When the time came and he opened his eyes again, Li Cheng found himself standing in a hotel room.

The room was of moderate size, the wallpaper old and yellowed; a large TV was broadcasting an English news program, and through the cheap window, one could see the quiet parking lot under the night sky, along with the motel's advertising sign glowing red.

This was a second-floor room at a motel; a woman's package lay discarded on the double bed, and beside it sat a tiny, doll-like infant, sucking on a pacifier and gazing at Li Cheng with curious eyes.

Li Cheng met her gaze, and his Information Synthesis Glasses displayed several data points about the infant.

【Pioneer Corporation Experimental Subject 7094】【Angelica】【Age: 12 months】【Level 1??? System Superhuman】

"Shh."

Li Cheng raised a finger to his lips, signaling the infant, then walked slowly toward the bathroom.

The sound of running water in the bathroom gradually ceased; a tired brown-haired woman, wrapped in a bathrobe, stepped out just as the silenced barrel of a Glock pistol pressed against her forehead.

Li Cheng clicked the safety off on the pistol and said calmly, "I ask, you answer."

(End of Chapter)