Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 590 - 588 Demon

The people present were all deep thinkers. They noticed the anomaly with the Black Trojan but silently took note without calling attention to it. They continued to analyze the current situation for their employer, much like a professional strategy team.

"Anyway," the Witch said indifferently, her arms crossed in front of her, "let’s hear your mission briefing first."

"Mm." John Smith, or rather, the Information Broker known as Mule, nodded.

[Mission Type: Role-Playing Task (Solo)]

[Mission Name: Walking with the Devil]

[Stage One Objective: Ascend to the ridge]

[Mission Time Limit: None]

[Mission Reward: None]

[Mission Punishment: None]

[In this mission, players will be in full-play mode, with No Attribute Enhancement, unable to use skills or Skill Scrolls except for Title Skills, unable to access items in the inventory, and unable to use equipment or items.]

"It’s like this again," the Witch sighed wearily, complaining, "No beginning, no end, no specific requirements—it’s so annoying."

"The mission is named ’Walking with the Devil.’ Doesn’t that suggest a fantasy-based background?" Forest Cat, dressed as an Elf Ranger, was using a "Divination Polaroid" to take photos in all directions as she spoke. "The ridge is to the north, not far from here. It would take roughly ten minutes to walk there at a slow pace."

"Hmm... from the photos, it looks like there are no unusual elements in the surroundings. Oh, right," Forest Cat turned, looking at Mule. "Mr. Smith, you’re not in your own body now, are you?"

"It’s not my body," Mule nodded and asked, "What do I look like?"

"A Caucasian male, approximately 28-35 years old, with short black hair, a rather long face with well-defined features, blue-gray eyes, a high and straight nose, fair skin, and a handsome appearance. You look a bit like Keanu Reeves." Forest Cat took a photo of Mule and showed it to him.

The description for the item "SOS Signal · External Projection" stated that invited players could not interfere with the outside world. However, they could see, listen, and interact with themselves, using their skills, equipment, and items. The Black Trojan’s "Code Observer" could perceive the true attributes of all things, and Forest Cat’s camera could also freely take pictures and show the results to their employer.

"Indeed, very handsome," Mule remarked, glancing at the photo, his eyebrows slightly raised.

The Witch spoke up, "There’s no time limit specified at the beginning of the mission objectives. This period is most likely for you to figure out the identity of this body. First, check your clothes and pants; see what you can find."

"Mm." Mule nodded, searched his clothes and pant pockets, and pulled out a business card, a pack of cigarettes, and a lighter.

The business card was severely damaged. One side featured a white scale on a blue background. The other side had black English lettering on a white background, so faded it was barely legible, indicating a lawyer named Kevin Romas from some law firm.

The pack of cigarettes had been opened. It was a yellow case featuring an image of an Indian smoking, with three cigarettes remaining inside.

The lighter was metal, black and gold, finely crafted, and looked expensive. It still worked when he flipped open the lid.

The invited players, like experts in consultation, gathered above Mule, scrutinizing the three items. The Witch coldly said to Mule, "The System hasn’t been stingy with the character’s identity information this time. Your current identity is either the lawyer Kevin Romas, or someone with a deep connection to this Kevin Romas. Considering you’re wearing a well-tailored, high-end custom suit with the labels removed, and you have an expensive lighter in your pocket, I believe the former is more likely." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"If he’s a lawyer," Forest Cat said, "could it be that Kevin Romas signed a contract with the devil before he died? The devil helped him become an ever-victorious and renowned lawyer, but the condition was that his soul would be forfeit upon death. That would fit the mission name, ’Walking with the Devil.’"

"Maybe," Black Trojan nodded. "That’s all the information we can gather for now. Although there’s no time limit, my personal opinion is that it’s better to get to the ridge sooner rather than later."

No one objected. Mule picked up a reasonably straight tree branch from the ground to use as a walking stick and weapon, then started toward the ridge.

Players invited via items had the freedom to move. They could float and move normally within a certain range of their employer.

Since his other companions seemed reliable, Li Ang was content to take it easy, drifting along at the back of the group.

Mule walked for a while and quickly climbed up to the ridge. Looking back down the mountain, he saw a vast forest stretching to the horizon, with no sign of human habitation.

As Mule was gazing into the distance, a few stones rolled down from behind a large, nearby rock to his left, making a noise.

"Watch out!" Black Trojan warned.

The mule swiftly turned, holding the wooden stick defensively in front of him.

THUD.

A leopard sprang out from behind the large rock, landing to Mule’s left. Its yellow fur, patterned with black rosettes, appeared sleek and glossy in the sunlight. A pair of brown eyes regarded Mule silently with a predator’s gaze.

The Information Broker was no professional zoologist. However, it was clear that this leopard—nearly two meters long and weighing around 70 kilograms—was indicating through its slow, pacing body language that it was quite interested in him.

"This is not an ordinary wild leopard," Black Trojan stated. He then delivered information that only compounded their problems: "Its Energy fluctuations are abnormal. It’s very likely a supernatural creature."

Mule pursed his lips, his entire body tensing. He firmly gripped the wooden stick with both hands, one end angled forward, touching the ground. He maintained eye contact with the leopard while slowly backing away. Turning to run would undoubtedly be the worst choice. In his role-playing state, Mule was, at best, an ordinary person. He couldn’t outrun a leopard on flat ground, let alone on this rugged and steep ridge.

This is dire...

Forest Cat’s eyes flickered as she picked up the Polaroid camera and started snapping furiously at the leopard. Meanwhile, the Witch looked to the right, her expression serious, and said in a deep voice, "Careful on your right!"

"What?" Mule used his peripheral vision to glance to the right of the ridge. He saw a male lion with a thick mane striding toward them with deliberate steps. Its body was nearly twice the length of the leopard’s, and every part, from its teeth to its tail, exuded the aura of an apex predator.

To make matters worse, the path down the mountain was also blocked. A gaunt she-wolf, its belly swollen, appeared silently behind Mule, gazing greedily at the Information Broker. He was surrounded—predators to his left, right, and rear—and his only weapon was a blunt stick of wood.