Chapter 300: The Lucky One is the Lucky One

That's the nearest shelter; getting there is easy, but finding the entrance will definitely take some time. Moreover, the shelter can only be used once... If it happens to have been used by another player...

It's urgent.

Cheng Shuili and the others immediately sprang into action.

The acid rain was pouring down harder and harder, making swift progress obviously difficult in this environment. Though the lizard‑skin raincoat was useful, moving fast still let rain seep in, but right now nobody had the luxury to worry about that.

The shelter marked on the map lay in a half‑collapsed apartment block, and as for the exact entrance, they had to find it themselves!

The rain blurred vision, the ground was slick mud, each step required extra caution. Ailin and Xinxue held their guns at the rear, vigilant for any danger around them.

Moyu Miji stumbled along in the middle, face ashen, unsure whether from exhaustion or fright.

The group finally reached that residential area; the ruined buildings looked even more dilapidated under the acid rain's corrosion.

"Spread out! Watch your safety—the entrance might be blocked by debris!"

Cheng Shuili wiped rain from her face; it hurt, a stinging pain, but she couldn't attend to it now.

The acid rain showed no sign of letting up, pattering against broken walls and ruins, sending up a white mist tinged with corrosion. Time ticked by in the frantic search, the oppressive feeling weighing on everyone like the gloomy sky.

"Nothing here!"

"Under this pile of rubble it's all solid!"

"We've checked this area—no sign of an entrance structure!"

Ailin's and Xinxue's voices came through the rain curtain, betraying barely concealed anxiety.

Cheng Shuili tore open a heap of wet, rotting planks with her bare hands; beneath lay only rubble and mud, nothing else.

The edges of her fingers were already reddened by the acid rain; under the hood of her lizard raincoat, her brows were knit tight.

The area marked on the map is not small, visibility is terrible, and the entrance is buried deep under collapsed building materials, discarded furniture, and years of dust, making a quick inspection impossible.

Moyu Miji's complexion looked worse than before, his breathing ragged.

He kept cursing Fengyun Tianxia in his mind over and over; if it weren't for him, they wouldn't have wasted so much time, and they wouldn't be this panicked now.

As for why he didn't blame Wu Ya...

Other Moyu Miji may not know, but he realized one thing: without Wu Ya, he would have died when the acid rain first peaked.

That could be considered a blessing in disguise.

Is this luck… unable to continue?

"Could it be… that someone else already used it? Or maybe the map is wrong?"

Moyu Miji spoke with a sobbing tone, almost desperate.

The roar of the rain and the difficulty of finding the entrance drained what little energy he had left.

Cheng Shuili rose to her feet and looked around.

Rain dripped from the edges of her lizard‑skin raincoat, but her gaze was firm and sharp.

Don't panic—there must be an entrance, and it must be right here.

What's the difference between giving up now and suicide?

Cheng Shuili isn't that kind of person, and she won't allow anyone following her to be either.

But the speaker was Moyu Miji, a hostage, so Cheng Shuili didn't say more.

Nobody else stopped or uttered discouraging words; even Jiang Tang, the weakest among them, was full of worry, eyes constantly scanning the nearby area.

That's why she didn't watch her step.

The next second, Jiang Tang seemed to trip on a protruding stone and then lurched forward with an "Ow."

"Careful!"

Ailin beside her instinctively reached out and pulled her up.

Jiang Tang staggered to her feet, heart pounding, patted her chest, and instinctively looked down at the stone that had almost made her fall.

It wasn't a stone—it was an iron plate!

The iron plate was half‑buried in the mud, only a corner showing; its edge seemed to have an irregular, saw‑tooth structure, unlike ordinary debris.

"Huh?" Jiang Tang crouched, ignoring the mud, and wiped dirt and rust from the plate's surface.

Beneath it seemed to be a faint carving, like an arrow pointing underground, with another vague mark beside it.

That mark was all too familiar—the entrance to the shelter where they'd first hidden bore the same symbol.

Found it!

"Here… here!" Jiang Tang shot her head up, voice shaking with excitement, waving her arms: "Come quick—look at this symbol! Is this the spot?!"

Cheng Shuili stepped forward first, and the others immediately gathered around.

Cheng Shuili examined it closely: the iron plate wasn't casually discarded but set into a slightly raised concrete base, its edges showing clear signs of having been pried open by hand.

She made the judgment at once.

"Right here!" Cheng Shuili's eyes flashed; "Ailin, Wan Yi, help—pry it open!"

Ailin and Wan Yi stepped forward, inserting their weapons into the plate's seam; Cheng Shuili also slipped her Night Hunt into the gap to use as a lever.

"One, two, three—pull!"

With a grating metal screech, the heavy iron plate was slowly pried open by the three of them, revealing a pitch‑black stairway just wide enough for one person to descend; a cold wind mixed with dust and stale air blew up from below.

The entrance was really found!

And it was discovered by the somewhat muddled Jiang Tang, purely by chance!

Moyu Miji was almost moved to tears.

"Quick—go down!" Cheng Shuili hesitated not at all, leading the way by slipping sideways into the darkness.

The group filed in one after another, and the last person pulled the iron plate back into place.

Inside the shelter, a flashlight's beam shone steadily.

Outside, the rain continued to lash the wreckage, but for now they had finally seized a sliver of hope.

Cheng Shuili no longer knew what to say.

The European Emperor is the European Emperor!

Whoever said luck isn't important—luck is simply too important!

If it weren't for Jiang Tang being here, Cheng Shuili would have had to use the Undying Totem this time, and in that environment, it's estimated that all three uses of the Undying Totem would be used up this time.

Cheng Shuili had always said she was the mascot, and that title actually determined that her priority in the team was absolutely not higher than anyone else's. But looking at it now, these few people are truly indispensable.

Killing depends on Ailin, trading is Xinxue, cooking is Wan Yi, and in dire straits it's up to the great mascot to exert herself!

Truly miraculous.

Cheng Shuili thought, then lifted her head and sized up Jiang Tang once more.

This child isn't arrogant at all; her expression shows only the relaxation after the danger has been lifted, and a hint of...

Jiang Tang turned her head, looking sincerely at Cheng Shuili: "I'm a bit hungry... Lao Da, when are we eating?"

Cheng Shuili: "......"

No... kind of pathetic, really.

Qi Wan Yi, however, chuckled slightly and took off the backpack she had been carrying all the way.