Chapter 300: All Parties

Lei Yu spread the Tactical Tablet on the stone platform at the edge of the fountain.

The screen's glow illuminated the faces of several people.

The 3D city map on the screen was covered with countless red crosses, indicating heavily polluted disaster zones.

"Near the North Suburbs there is a backup shelter."

Lei Yu's finger traced a green route on the screen.

He casually tapped a flashing red dot midway.

"On the way."

"The routes completely overlap."

"The Divine Gift at this coordinate is only three blocks from us."

Lei Yu looked up, his gaze passing over the tablet toward Liang Wen.

"We can pick up this thing along the way, then safely deliver this batch of survivors."

"After securing the survivors, we can go for the other red dots. For example, the one at the far north."

Liang Wen crossed his arms, "My blade has long yearned to drink the blood of the fallen."

Liang Wen strained to lower his voice, creating an aura of profound mystery.

He used his bandaged left hand to flick the bangs that covered his eyes.

"Those scrap metals, once in mortal hands, only bring disaster."

Su Ming crouched beside a load‑bearing pillar nearby, chewing gum that had lost its sweetness.

Hearing the conversation, he jabbed the Simple Spear he held into the ground.

Su Ming rose, brushed dust off his trousers, and shuffled to the two.

"Count me in."

Su Ming said those four words with extreme crispness.

He also happened to be heading to the northernmost North Suburbs, his route overlapping theirs.

He only needed to find a way to leave the group later.

Lei Yu frowned.

"But you're a survivor..."

Su Ming spread his hands, making an extremely harmless gesture.

"Lei Team, I consider myself somewhat capable."

"All along, avoiding the monsters in the walls, seeing through the Weird mirror's Rules, I've always been the one to warn."

"When faced with a Rule Ghost Story, my brain works faster than a bullet."

"I want to help you... May I?"

Several members of the Special Ops squad exchanged glances, none speaking.

The kid's keen sense displayed throughout the journey was absurdly sharper than that of a specially bred hunting dog.

Liang Wen glanced sideways at Su Ming.

"Mortal, keep pace with me; the Abyss's gaze will devour laggards."

The group quickly reassembled.

They stepped over a floor of shattered glass and viscous pus, heading toward the death block shrouded in red light.

At the same time.

The Blood Moon game's invitation to revelry had already ignited the city's greed‑fueled fire.

Nan Duan, an abandoned commercial pedestrian street.

Lin Fan carried a bulging Black Travel Bag on his back, his right hand holding a sharpened Reinforced Steel Bar.

His right eye displayed a Weird pale blue hue.

"Honestly... why does traveling always drag me into these dangerous incidents..."

Lin Fan murmured softly.

"Hope to obtain the Divine Gift, so we can have more self‑protection ability, Xin Yu."

A strand of long hair slipped out from Lin Fan's collar.

He brushed that strand with the side of his face.

The hair, sensing, affectionately brushed his cheek twice, then slowly slipped back into the collar.

The camera cut to the clouds.

The top floor of an unfinished Skyscraper.

Chen Shao, dressed in a well‑tailored pure black suit, slowly fastened his cufflinks with his slender fingers.

At the building's edge, a dozen Mutated Flying Birds, each the size of an off‑road vehicle, flapped their flesh wings and swooped down to attack.

Chen Shao didn't even give them a proper glance.

Terrifying Psychic Force erupted from his brow, forming an invisible wall.

The Mutated Flying Bird leading the charge abruptly halted mid‑air.

Chunks of flesh mixed with feathers clattered to the ground.

Behind him, the air rippled.

The Invisible Person gradually revealed its outline.

"Boss, the coordinates are confirmed; two squads of rats are approaching the target."

Chen Shao took the White Gloves handed by his attendant and put them on.

"Proceed according to the plan."

Those two words are said lightly, without any emotional ups and downs.

Next to the Invisible Person, Xu An, barefoot, steps into the pool of blood that just splashed.

The soles of his feet are already dyed a deep red.

He is holding the Red Wood Ruler upside down in his hand.

The crude, thick black stitches on his lips make the scalp tingle.

Xu An's eyes stare at the distant red moon.

Then look at a narrow alley in the Old City District.

Zhang Wei leans against a makeshift seat cobbled together from a wheelchair and a supermarket shopping cart.

He holds the Seal of Domination that changed his fate in his hand.

The once arrogant factory boss Li Laoda, after the Blood Moon game arrived, led people to establish a survivor enclave, where he wielded power.

And after Zhang Wei arrived, the current Li Laoda is lying on the ground, serving as a human draft animal.

A few henchmen, covered in wounds, are used as bait and sent ahead to scout.

A Corpse-eating Ghost lurking in the Sewer bursts out.

The henchman howls in pain as half his arm is bitten off.

Zhang Wei doesn't even blink.

"Useless waste, can't even handle this."

He uses the Seal's Rule Power to directly command Li Laoda to pounce, biting the creature's throat with his teeth.

He then seizes the chance to stamp the Seal onto the monster, crushing it to powder.

Covered in blood, Li Laoda kneels on the ground, vomiting violently.

Zhang Wei erupts a piercing, maniacal laugh.

"Open the way forward!"

"When I have all those items, the whole world will kneel at my feet and lick my shoe soles!"

Bridgehead of Cross River Bridge.

An armored vehicle flips onto its side by the guardrail, flames shooting into the sky.

A foreign man, his face covered in flabby flesh and a centipede scar running from his left eye to his chin, sits on a tire.

He holds a cigar, stuffed with low‑quality tobacco, between his lips.

He takes a deep drag.

He exhales a thick white ring of smoke.

He places an exaggeratedly large‑caliber Desert Eagle on his thigh.

Rough fingers pull several Brass Bullets from a tactical pouch.

The bullets' surfaces are etched with dense, intricate inscriptions.

"Fack."

Dao Ba Lian curses in broken Chinese, "Should've brought more bullets."

He crudely forces each bullet into the magazine.

The brass scrapes against steel, producing a crisp mechanical clank.

Chambered.

Ejected the case.

Dao Ba Lian glances at the Positioning Terminal strapped to his arm.

He licks his cracked lips, his eyes brimming with blood‑thirsty greed.

The hunt is about to begin.

The situation has deteriorated beyond repair.

The lure of the Divine Gift has turned over the dirtiest, most insane swamps of humanity.

The intersection in front of the Department Store Building.

The traffic lights have long gone out.

Amid the total wreckage on the ground.

A wildly out‑of‑place lanky silhouette steps forward in time with the beat.

The figure stands over two meters tall, limbs as thin as bamboo poles.

He wears a raincoat that has long yellowed.

The raincoat is coated with a thick layer of dark‑red clotted blood, exuding a nauseating stench.

He drags a Boning Knife in his hand.

The blade bears several nicks, covered with rust and bits of flesh.

The sharp edge scrapes against the asphalt.

Screech—

Screech—

The harsh grinding sound echoes down the street.

The noise is more nauseating than nails on a blackboard.

He hums an extremely off‑key nursery rhyme.

"Big rabbit is sick, second rabbit looks…"

"Third rabbit buys medicine, fourth rabbit stews…"

The voice is hoarse, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together.

His feet were surrounded by corpses.

Not only human ones, but even more of the monsters that were transmuted by the red light.

The Deformed Dogs were split in half down the middle, their entrails spilling onto the ground.

Even the Corpse-eating Ghosts with regenerative ability were hacked into a pile of rotten flesh.

All of them were dissected piece by piece with the Boning Knife in his hand.

He had no specific Murder Rule.

He simply enjoyed the thrill of breaking whole bodies into fragments.

The lanky man walked to the glass revolving door of the Department Store Building.

He stopped.

His face, mostly hidden by the hood of his Raincoat, slowly lifted.

"Hehehe......"

A coarse laugh rolled out of his throat.

The direction he was heading was exactly toward the Divine Gift that Liang Wen, Su Ming and the others were trying to seize.