novellk Chapter 5: Supplies are more scarce than expected
Chapter 5: Supplies are more scarce than expected
Chen Yang suddenly raised his right hand to protect his head.
boom!
The heavy iron rod slammed down on his forearm.
With a crisp cracking sound, a system notification instantly rang in my mind:
[You have suffered severe physical damage: Constitution +5, Strength +3!]
The iron rod continued its downward momentum, pressing down on his severed hand and slamming it heavily onto the top of his head.
Chen Yang felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, a buzzing in his brain, and was thrown to the ground by the immense force.
[You have suffered severe physical damage: Constitution +8, Reaction +3, Spirit +1!]
"Hand over the supplies! Now! I don't want to kill anyone!"
A trembling yet frantic voice roared in my ear.
Chen Yang shook his dizzy head, enduring the excruciating pain, and looked up at the other side.
It was a robust young man, staring intently at the bag on Chen Yang's back.
The iron rod in his hand was still dripping blood, and the muscles on his face were twisted and grotesque from extreme tension.
tui!
Chen Yang turned his head and spat a mouthful of bloody foam on the ground.
He took a deep breath, stood up despite the swaying light, and said coldly, "What if I say no?"
"Give it to me or I'll kill you! Stop talking nonsense and hand over the supplies!"
The young man got agitated and brandished the iron rod twice in the air, making a piercing sound as he tried to regain his confidence.
"Tsk, then come on! Come and kill me!"
Chen Yang suddenly ripped the bag off his back, slammed it to the ground, and roared hysterically at the young man.
His expression now was even more ferocious than that of the robber across from him.
The excruciating pain of broken bones constantly assaulted his senses.
This feeling instantly reminded him of the dark days he was tortured in the industrial park in northern Myanmar.
At this moment, Chen Yang had completely projected his hatred for the park's discipline onto this young man.
Hatred was ignited in an instant.
Meeting Chen Yang's eyes, which seemed to want to skin a man alive, the young man's legs went weak with fear, and he subconsciously took a step back.
But when he looked down and saw the weapon he was still holding, the young man's toughness returned: "Fine! Since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish!"
He rushed forward and delivered a powerful blow to Chen Yang's head.
Chen Yang didn't even blink or flinch, just stared intently at him, letting the iron rod smash into his forehead.
[Suffered severe physical damage: Constitution +12, Reaction +5, Spirit +3!]
Blood streamed down his forehead, instantly blurring his vision.
A strong feeling of dizziness struck, but as the system added points, the discomfort vanished in an instant.
Chen Yang casually wiped the blood from his face, his palm turning crimson.
"Again!" He grinned, revealing blood-stained teeth, his smile chilling.
On the other hand, the young man was clearly not as bold as he had imagined.
Seeing Chen Yang acting like a madman who felt no pain, neither dodging nor flinching, and even actively seeking death, he was so frightened that his hand trembled.
Clang!
The iron rod slipped from his hand and crashed to the ground with a loud thud, which sounded particularly jarring in the quiet corridor.
"You...you're insane...you're a complete madman!"
The young man pointed at Chen Yang, his fingers trembling like a leaf, and he kept backing away.
"Tsk, is that all the guts you have?" Chen Yang sneered, his eyes full of disdain.
"Not playing anymore? Then it's my turn."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Yang suddenly pulled out the specially made stocking-shaped hammer from his pocket.
With a flick of his wrist, he slashed the sword precisely at the young man's temple, the blow accompanied by a whooshing sound.
The burst of power at 14 points is such a heavy, blunt force that an ordinary person simply cannot withstand it.
The young man didn't even utter a sound. His head lolled to the side, and he fell straight to the ground, a pool of blood instantly seeping out beneath him.
Chen Yang walked over expressionlessly, kicked the person over, and skillfully ripped off the backpack the other person was carrying.
The zipper was opened, revealing only a few bags of crushed potato chips, a half-empty bottle of cola, and a few rolls of disassembled bandages.
"It seems that supplies are even scarcer than expected."
Chen Yang frowned; this was about all the burly robbers they had left.
This shows just how depleted the resources in this building have become.
"What happened?"
Just then, Wang Lei's voice came from the doorway. Chen Yang subconsciously turned around and met Wang Lei's gaze.
"Holy crap! Brother Chen, what happened to you? Your face is covered in blood!"
The moment Wang Lei saw Chen Yang's face clearly, he was so frightened that his whole body trembled and his voice changed.
"Bad luck, I got ambushed."
Chen Yang acted as if nothing had happened, casually wiping the blood that had flowed into his eyes, his tone as calm as if he were saying that the weather was nice today.
Looking at Chen Yang, whose head was covered in blood but who was still chatting and laughing, Wang Lei's Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, and he felt a deep respect in his heart.
That's ruthless! This person is absolutely ruthless and doesn't care about their own life!
"Wang Lei, what happened?"
Wu Xia and Zhu Yong also rushed over. The moment they entered the door...
The two men reacted exactly like Wang Lei, both stunned by Chen Yang's bloodied appearance.
A moment later, the unconscious young man was swiftly tied up like a dumpling by the three men.
Zhu Yong squatted down beside him, glanced at the young man on the ground, then looked up at Chen Yang, his tone unconsciously becoming more conciliatory:
"Brother Chen, you're the one who subdued this man. What do you plan to do with him?"
Wang Lei curled his lip:
"What else can we do? In my opinion, we should just lock him in a room. Letting this kind of scoundrel out is like letting a time bomb explode."
Zhu Yong and Wu Xia both nodded in agreement when they heard Wang Lei say this.
Even though this building had become a lawless place, they had only been in the game for a short time.
The values and beliefs cultivated in civilized society have not been completely destroyed.
For them, the word "murder" still carries an immense psychological burden.
But Chen Yang is different.
He was tortured for months in the northern Myanmar park before entering this damned infinite game.
For him, warmth and morality had long since died in that purgatory.
He is now more adapted to this jungle law of the survival of the fittest than anyone else.
Chen Yang shook his head: "This kind of person cannot be kept around."
His tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger.
"Today he dares to rob supplies with an iron bar, tomorrow when he's starving, he'll dare to eat people."
After saying that, he didn't give the others time to hesitate or dissuade him. With one hand, he lifted the unconscious young man onto his shoulder like a chick and headed straight for the balcony.
Although the three of them were still a little upset, reason told them that Chen Yang was right.
In this godforsaken place, mercy is suicide.
They followed Chen Yang in silence, and not one of them pleaded for him.
Once on the balcony, Chen Yang glanced down at the view.
At this time, the floodwaters were overflowing, and below the building was a turbid torrent, still more than ten meters above the balcony.
"Well……"
Just then, the young man being carried on the shoulders slowly woke up.
He looked around somewhat dazedly, his gaze sweeping over the balcony railing, and he could see the raging floodwaters below.