Chapter 24: "Let's go, it looks like we have to work overtime again tonight."

"Hm?"

Kerr Cowell slightly frowned, staring at the gradually illusory corpse and calmly raised the gun barrel in his hand.

Aim, pull the trigger.

"Bang!"

Regardless of whether the sudden illusory corpse was activated by the Human Player's racial talent, Phoenix Nirvana, shooting a few bullets first was the priority.

When in doubt, fire a few shots.

After a few shots, the path becomes clear.

However, after the corpse became illusory, it was as if it no longer existed in this world.

The bullets passed through the phantom, landing on the ground, and splashing dust into the air.

"Resurrection protection?"

Kerr Cowell whispered to himself, not shooting anymore, but patiently sitting in place, holding the rifle in his arms, waiting for the situation to develop.

During this time-

Next to him, Scar Dog's corpse also gradually became illusory.

Seeing this, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it works.

After all, they had never used this talent, Phoenix Nirvana, before, and no one knew whether it would be effective.

However, unlike the other corpses-

After they became illusory, they gradually disappeared where they were.

Only a puddle of blood remained, signifying that someone had died there, but no corpse could be seen.

But Scar Dog's corpse gradually solidified after it became illusory.

About three or four minutes later.

Scar Dog suddenly sat up, instinctively reaching for his head first, then, after seeing the wound had completely healed, relief flashed in his eyes.

"Damn, fortunately, I activated that Race Declaration of War, giving the Human Player the racial talent of Phoenix Nirvana."

"Otherwise, it might have been completely over for me this time."

"This might be an example of cause and effect..."

"By the way, Mr. Jacob, no need to wait anymore, they've already run away."

"Run away?"

Although Kerr Cowell had anticipated this possibility, he still sighed lightly when he heard the news: "Letting go of the sworn enemy is like releasing the tiger back to the mountain."

"Mm."

Scar Dog nodded and explained: "Just after I died, my consciousness didn't completely cut off."

"Instead, I felt like I was falling into an abyss of absolute darkness, but the concept of time did not disappear, and I could still sense that I was falling for about two or three minutes."

"Then, two options popped up."

"One was to resurrect at the same spot."

"The other was to return to the location where I was a day ago."

"I chose the first option, while they probably chose the second."

"I see."

Kerr Cowell nodded thoughtfully: "This should be good news for Human Players. After all, if they can only resurrect in the same spot, they will almost certainly be corpse-camped by the enemy."

"However, it also makes this Human Race Talent seem quite limiting."

"For our current situation, though, this option is obviously going to make us work overtime."

He sighed helplessly, slowly got up, pulled the LCD screen from his pocket, and stared at a blinking red dot on it: "Let's go, time to work overtime."

Scar Dog looked at the LCD in Mr. Jacob's hand in surprise: "Mr. Jacob, did you track them?"

"Mm."

Kerr Cowell stared at the small red dot in the screen that had stopped at a certain place without any movement: "I thought that in case they didn't resurrect in the same place, it could leave a hidden danger for us."

"So I just stuffed the locator into the wound on that woman's stomach."

"At first, I wasn't sure whether the locator would be expelled after the wounds of the resurrected people had healed, but unexpectedly, it wasn't."

"In this regard, the exclusive talents of the Human Race seem quite easy to target."

"Alright."

"As night falls, speed up, clean up the battlefield, then work late-night overtime, and find them."

"Alright!"

These people were resurrected elsewhere, their lives restored, but they couldn't take their items with them.

Various firearms were scattered all over the ground.

To them, these items were unexpected treasures.

...

Very quickly.

Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog efficiently cleaned up the entire battlefield.

All the items were stored in their space bracelets.

A 3x3x3, 27-cubic-meter space could hold quite a lot of things.

Three months since they arrived in this world.

The duo had become extremely proficient at clearing the battlefield.

In no time.

They took advantage of the night and quickly headed towards the red dot on the LCD screen.

It wasn't too far away, about two kilometers from the Ruins Site, on a mountain.

This was an abandoned mine, where quite a few human players had hidden after the descent of this world.

Of course, they only found this out later.

When they first arrived in this world, there was no communication and no transportation; they were slaughtered by the Mechanical Race during the day and hunted by Mutated Beasts at night.

There was no food, no drinking water.

They were barely clothed, homeless.

Under these circumstances, it was already quite good to survive.

They needed to be faster.

Although Mutated Beasts generally wouldn't come too close to places cleaned by the Mechanical Race, the word "generally" implied there were exceptions.

"We're here."

After exchanging glances, Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog quietly approached a mine cave, each holding their firearms and guarding the sides.

This cave was halfway up the mountain, perhaps a mine cave modified by Mutated Beasts; but it didn't matter, it was a cave after all.

Behind this mountain was the abandoned mine where they saw many human players last month. But they didn't know about the situation now.

"This isn't great."

Scar Dog licked the corner of his mouth and anxiously hugged his shotgun in his arms.

That group was in the adjacent mine cave.

They could faintly hear conversation, about seven or eight meters away.

Peeking at the cave entrance, they could see the shadow of firelight cast on the wall.

This meant... the passage was not straight but winding.

If they wanted to kill people in the cave, they would make noise and be detected by that group, who might hide and counterattack.

An ambush turning into a head-on battle wasn't a good idea.

Moreover, this location favored that group. No one knew what kind of traps or hidden spots were inside the mine.

Rushing in recklessly was no different than asking for death.

"How about we wait one day?"

Scar Dog subconsciously pinched his Tiger's Mouth acupoint with his fingernail, keeping himself fully focused.

His intention was clear.

Since they could not rush in, why not just stay here and wait for a day?

That group would eventually come out, right?

By then, they could catch them off guard.

"No."

Kerr Cowell slightly furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head, denying the idea: "So many dreams in a long night. I can't sleep peacefully until we deal with this threat."

He pondered for a while and took out a lighter from his pocket, placing it at the cave entrance.

"Puff!"

A small flame immediately rose.