Free Web NovelChapter 47: Chapter 47: The Administrator
According to their previous discussions, Duan Fei and the others knew this moment was inevitable and were fully prepared.
Of the four of them, only two were combat specialists: Darts Guest for ranged attacks, and Cuihua for melee.
Bystander A’s Profession was driver. Duan Fei had no Profession, but his Spiritual Armor could give him ten seconds of being a true man, and his Medical Skill provided a certain chance for critical hits against humanoid creatures.
A full day of cooperation hadn’t made the group work perfectly in sync, but they could now roughly understand their companions’ intentions and avoid hindering one another.
Duan Fei, for his part, had also gained a great deal.
This opportunity to be possessed by masters and fully experience their every habit wasn’t just uncommon—it was exceedingly rare. After all, other dungeons didn’t offer the chance for him to be possessed by an expert.
With this opportunity, Duan Fei felt like some habits had been unlocked. Although he couldn’t instantly become a staff-fighting master like Cuihua or achieve the perfect aim of Darts Guest, unlocking related Skills in the future would undoubtedly be much easier.
Looking at the Pseudo-men swarming the entire mountain, Bystander A let out a bold laugh and shouted to the scientist beside them, "Madman, is that thing we talked about ready?!"
"Don’t call me Madman! It’s ready, it’s ready."
Whipping the cloth off a nearby object, he revealed a large-displacement Harley-style motorcycle. Its gleaming, polished surface exuded a unique mechanical beauty.
Hopping onto the motorcycle, Bystander A activated his Professional Skill.
At that moment, it wasn’t just Bystander A; even Duan Fei felt a sense of becoming one with the machine.
In that instant, he *was* the motorcycle. Its roaring engine was his heart, its tires grinding against the ground were his legs. Flesh and machine fused perfectly, filling Duan Fei with an unprecedented impulse and power.
This feeling wasn’t an illusion; it was actually happening.
Opening the status panel, Duan Fei saw that Junko’s agility Attribute had shot up by 20 points. Her 87 points of agility now let her move like the wind.
Junko was now a humanoid mech. The constant stacking of multiple players’ Attributes and Skills had pushed one of her stats even past one hundred. She could face a siege of Pseudo-men without a care.
Lifting his head amidst the motorcycle’s roar, Duan Fei felt stronger than ever before.
"I feel like... I can wreck all the Pseudo-men here."
"Not I, we," Bystander A corrected. "After we clear this instance, let’s all add each other as friends. An insane game experience like this doesn’t come along often. It’ll be something to talk about later."
"Alright."
Lifting her Crowbar, Junko drove the motorcycle and launched it right off the roof.
The steep mountain path didn’t impede the motorcycle at all. To the bike, the towering trees were like a flat, easy road.
Bathed in the bright moonlight, the motorcycle soared high into the air, charging toward a Pseudo-man hanging from a tree.
She raised a hand, and a Magic Bullet blew the creature’s head apart. On the backswing, she brandished the Crowbar in her hand, smashing the skull of another Pseudo-man that tried to lunge at her. Black blood instantly spilled across the ground.
The motorcycle ruthlessly ran over the Pseudo-man’s corpse on the ground. It sped along a tree branch, leaped, and on landing, instantly took the head off another Pseudo-man before its roaring tires tore the body to shreds.
Duan Fei had felt they could wreck them, but he’d never imagined it would be this easy.
At this very moment, the four players and their pets seemed to have fused into a single entity. The previous disconnect between them finally vanished, allowing them to control Junko’s body as if it were their own.
Their terrifying advantage in Attributes was now on full display. All sorts of exquisite Skills were unleashed, letting Duan Fei and the others experience the joy of a true hack-and-slash rampage.
A sudden, furious roar sent an invisible shockwave blasting outward. Any Pseudo-man grazed by the impact was pierced through the middle and collapsed to the ground.
Despite the one-sided slaughter, the Pseudo-men showed no fear.
They swarmed toward Junko endlessly, lunging forward without hesitation even if it meant being smashed to pieces by a single blow.
Behind the mob, four particular Pseudo-men watched the scene without blinking.
Unlike the other Pseudo-men, who had lower intelligence, these four looked just like ordinary humans.
One was a kind-looking old man wearing a Tang suit, his bright eyes full of gentleness.
One was a woman in a tight, bright-red, hip-hugging skirt. Her alluring figure was like a ripe peach, filled with sweet juice.
One was an elementary school girl with a backpack over her shoulders and a large lollipop in her mouth.
One was a bald, muscular man in camouflage pants. His black tank top was stretched to its limit over his massive pectoral muscles.
Pointing at Junko, who was busy slaughtering the Pseudo-men, the old man gave a bitter smile. "This is just unreasonable. This is supposed to be an incredibly weak world. We should have been harvesting humans with ease. Why would someone like this suddenly appear?"
"There’s a trace of Chaos," the little girl said, her expression blank. "That Junko person has the aura of Chaos on her."
"Should I try to seduce them?" the woman in red said, licking her lips.
Hidden floodgates opened within her body, and the scent of Pheromones immediately wafted out, causing the other Pseudo-men to feel a bit entranced.
"Put away your crude tricks! They’re just a bunch of players. Are you trying to attract the administrators?" the old man snapped.
"I’m already here."
Hearing this voice, the expressions on the four Pseudo-men changed drastically.
Without a sound, they instantly scattered in different directions, but the bald strongman was caught.
He let out a roar and was about to fight back when the newcomer crushed his head with a single squeeze. Black blood splattered everywhere.
Flicking the black blood from his hand, the newcomer looked toward Junko, who was still fighting the Pseudo-men.
He was a refined young man, appearing to be in his early twenties. He watched Junko—and the four players inside her—with an intrigued expression.
"Duan Someone, Cuihua, Darts Guest, Bystander A... There certainly are a lot of experts lately."
Just then, the battling Junko snapped her head up, her gaze aimed directly at the young man, but she saw nothing.
Completely concealed, the young man smiled faintly and muttered to himself, "Ah, well. You are all Warriors with potential. I hope you can achieve a little more Growth and arrive at ’the·end’ a bit later. Before that, here’s a gift for you."
With a wave of his hand, he sent out four purple gifts, which transformed into their instance-clear rewards, waiting to be claimed.
After another glance at the fiercely battling Junko, the young man turned and left, resuming his hunt for the three remaining Pseudo-men.
The battle with the Pseudo-men lasted the entire night.
When the sun rose, the entire hillside was covered in the corpses of Pseudo-men.
Staring at the bodies of Pseudo-men that littered the mountain, the doctor gaped at Junko, only to find she had fallen asleep.
He walked over and gathered the exhausted girl in his arms, sensing at the same time that Duan Fei and the others had vanished.
"Thank you," the doctor said solemnly. "Please, rest well."
