Chapter 90: Trade and kindness

Chapter 90: Trade and kindness

On the roadside, dark red blood was splattered, occasionally accompanied by torn clothes and clean white bones...

It shouldn't be zombies!

Looking outside, the sun was shining brightly, and the river was shimmering. It wasn't an environmental problem like a natural disaster...

Du Ge was speculating about the cause of the apocalypse.

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A panicked pickup truck on the ground caught his attention. The truck was loaded with supplies like rice and flour, swerving through the streets. The person in the passenger seat leaned out of the window, shooting continuously at the chasing cats.

Chasing after them were common stray cats in the city, such as tabbies, calicos, and tortoiseshells. However, these cats were at least one meter in size, almost three to four times the size of a normal cat. They looked like leopards or little tigers.

They leaped and jumped, agile in their movements, biting tightly onto the back of the running pickup truck.

The bullets from the passenger's gun couldn't hit them at all. Occasionally, a bullet would accidentally hit an unlucky cat, causing it to scream in pain, roll on the ground, and then rejoin the chase.

Under normal circumstances, a handgun bullet's kinetic energy could easily penetrate a cat within a distance of over ten meters. But now, the bullet only left a small hole in the big cat's body, with very little blood flowing.

Perhaps it was because there were too many obstacles on the street, or maybe the cats' pursuit intensified the driver's panic.

The chase had only run for half a mile when the pickup truck crashed into the rear of a small car in the middle of the road.

Before he could reverse, more than ten big cats had already jumped onto the roof of the car. A tortoiseshell cat clung to the car window, reaching in with its paw and easily slashing the neck of the gunner in the passenger seat...

After the gunner died, the driver in the main seat couldn't escape his fate either. He was bitten on the neck by the tortoiseshell cat and forcibly pulled out of the car window...

...

So ferocious!

Du Ge was stunned.

This was an apocalypse caused by the mutation of animals and plants!

This kind of world was much more difficult than the martial arts world. Martial arts experts could still reason with you, but animals acted on instinct and couldn't understand human language at all!

Moreover, besides intelligence, animals already had the advantage in structure and various hunting skills adapted to the natural world. Now that they had evolved so fiercely, it seemed that even firearms were useless against them. They were much more terrifying than martial arts experts...

In this situation, it was not a good idea to flip the table. The growth of keywords in the early stage was impossible, and even survival was a problem.

Damn it!

If the Alien Star Battlefield is of this difficulty, it's no wonder that only one in ten soldiers who enter survive.

God bless.

I hope the golden finger of the two keywords is still there. I hope at least one of my two keywords is useful...

In the silent prayers of Du Ge, the five-minute protection time ended.

The examinees floating in the sky like meteors fell to various parts of the world, searching for suitable targets for body possession.

...

The sunlight scorched his body.

Du Ge felt his soul rapidly dissipating.

At this rate, he would disappear in twenty minutes at most.

Even with his spiritual power of 160, those examinees with spiritual power around 40 would only have about six to seven minutes of body possession time at most.

Four minutes later.

The soul body in front finally couldn't hold on any longer. It found a small underground garage with about four hundred people and quickly circled around inside.

It found a teenager of about eighteen or nineteen years old, lying on the ground groaning in pain with a broken leg, and plunged right into him.

The teenager convulsed violently for a dozen seconds, then quickly opened his eyes.

He sat up abruptly, scanning his surroundings with alertness.

His eyes were filled with anger, constantly lingering on the old, weak, sick, and disabled, trying to find the one who had been relentlessly pursuing him.

Strike first and gain the upper hand.

Even if he didn't strike first, he at least needed to know who his opponent was, right?

Once he had locked onto his target, Du Ge didn't bother to watch him anymore. He had plenty of time. He leisurely circled around this survival point at high speed a few times, finally locking onto a manned basement.

In this room, a young man in his twenties was sound asleep. Beside him was a handgun, and under his pillow was a machete.

And on the floor in front of his bed, there was a pile of various kinds of food and drinking water.

Obviously.

This guy was the actual manager of this survival area.

Du Ge hovered in front of him for a moment, then lay down on his body.

A huge resistance came from the man's body, as if he was trying to squeeze into a huge balloon, and there was someone inside the balloon pushing him out with all their might.

The man's power was obviously not as great as his own.

With a little effort from Du Ge, the man collapsed in disarray. It seemed as if he heard a "pop" sound, the balloon burst.

Immediately after.

A huge suction force came from the man's body. Du Ge forcefully merged into the man's body. The feeling of being ethereal and light, which could dissipate at any moment, instantly disappeared and turned into heaviness and solidity.

...

Du Ge's eyeballs moved a few times, he sat up from the bed. What came into his view was still the floating personal Interface:

Name: Du Ge;

ID: 48699527;

Mental Power: 160;

Current Ranking: 3000/3000;

Keywords for the Round: Trade;

Keywords for the Round: Kindness;

Advanced Skills: None;

Derived Items: None;

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(End of Chapter)