Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 860 - 859: Drinking

"No teleportation fluctuations; either they're dead or they've withdrawn. Either way, it won't affect us anymore."

David let out a long sigh of relief,

took a Magic Potion from his backpack, drank it, and dragged his broken body, shakily standing up. He formed a hand seal, chanted a spell, and unleashed an area-effect healing skill called ["Rain of Healing"].

In the sky, it suddenly began to drizzle a fine, thread-like green rain,

Paranoia's twisted arm slowly relaxed, the muscle and skin rapidly healing, covering the ghastly white bones.

Abel's severed elbow also started to grow back swiftly; it wouldn't be long before it was fully regenerated.

As for Ares...

David walked over and saw Ares lying on the ground, facing the sky,

the negative effects of the curse he released counteracted by the ["Rain of Healing"], causing his wounds to repeatedly heal and tear apart.

David bent down, trying to cast a single-target healing spell, but was stopped by Ares, who continuously coughed up fragments of his organs. "Cough, cough, no need."

Ares took some equipment and items from his backpack and handed them to David, without much explanation, just signaling with his eyes towards the System Detector that had been recording everything.

The curse he released had to be activated when the target was bleeding profusely; once triggered, it not only halved their healing effects but also dulled their five senses, slowed their speed, and significantly reduced their defense.

If not for the curse taking effect earlier, the Judgement Spear alone might not have been able to penetrate Shortface's demonic body.

Now that the curse was released, Ares himself was also affected by various negative effects, significantly reducing his combat capability for an extended period, forcing him to withdraw—before leaving, he handed over the non-bound items from his backpack to David and the others.

Of the players they gathered earlier, some were dead, others withdrew, the fate of the great darkness unknown. Ares withdrew and left,

leaving only David, Abel, Paranoia, and the Ant King in front of the elevator shaft.

"..."

The Ant King looked at David, who had just packed away the equipment, canceled his chitinous armor, and hesitantly asked, "What do we do now?"

Shortface's strength, if ranked on a personal combat power leaderboard on Earth in the real world, would be at least fifth place or higher.

If two more of that level appeared,

in their current state, even self-preservation would be difficult.

David pursed his lips in thought for a moment, then lifted his head and calmly said to the air, "Tian Jinghutu?"

"I'm here."

A translucent gray figure suddenly appeared in the void, wearing a pointed wizard hat, his face obscured.

He was one of the vice-presidents of the Demon Scientist Alliance, Tian Jinghutu.

He appeared as a virtual projection, his real body still on a lower floor—the projection itself had no combat ability, its defensive power akin to a balloon, easily destroyed by unidentified AOE attacks, hence he hadn't appeared until now.

"I just got a message from my president, Side Truth, that the Otherworldly Players have opened the safety door on the 10th floor and seem to be performing some kind of ritual track.

The collapse of the upper floors is due to the door being opened."

Tian Jinghutu's projection quickly continued, "They're likely using the collapsing floors to squeeze our survival space, forcing us downwards, making it easier for them to clear us out.

The closest to you are Dawn, Breeding Homomorph, Life-Killing Hospital, and Parasitic Mistletoe on the 25th floor.

They've already regrouped.

You can go find them first, then use the elevator to reach the 15th floor—Tai Hao and the others just arrived there not long ago.

Once on the 15th floor, secretly use the passage to reach the 11th floor..."

Before he finished speaking, Tian Jinghutu's tone changed, "The Otherworldly Players are coming up from the 10th floor."

"How many?"

"All of them."

————

Ton ton ton.

Ton ton ton.

Raging Fire, leaning against the wall, downed one Magic Potion after another. Her petite figure's waist-length golden hair tips constantly changed color due to the excessive energy attributes in the Magic Potions.

"Urp~"

Raging Fire, like a middle-aged man addicted to alcohol, squinted her eyes, burped contentedly like a drunk, completely lacking the image of the third seat syandicate disciple.

"So the Ten-Year-Aged Holy Blood Elixir from the tribunal is potent. Sweet, mellow, thick, fragrant, full-bodied, with a great aftertaste..."

Raging Fire muttered as she put away the potion bottles. Sensing a gaze, she turned her head and met Chi Xiao's cold stare, smilingly saying, "What are you looking at? Buy your own if you want to drink."

"Hmph."

Chi Xiao snorted coldly, her gaze clearly conveying, "Hope you drink yourself to death sooner."

The various Magic Potions from the game store and those made and sold by various guilds shouldn't be consumed haphazardly,

although the System didn't explicitly mark this,

different Magic Potions, especially those crafted by players, have hidden attributes.

Drinking multiple types of Magic Potions simultaneously can produce strange chemical reactions, resulting in bizarre effects—most of the time, these effects are negative.

For instance, two effects canceling each other, reducing effectiveness,

or worse—growing eyeballs from your nostrils, skull suddenly softening like a water balloon ready to burst.

Even Magic Potions produced by the System can't avoid this—for example, the Miniature Life Potion.

Drinking multiple Life Potions in succession not only subtly decreases the healing effect but also causes "negative treatment" effects such as nail overgrowth, bone thickening, cornea thickening, myocardial hardening, etc.

The more consumed in a short period, the more pronounced the negative effects become.

Chi Xiao doesn't know that Raging Fire has a special skill, allowing her to digest any special material without worrying about side effects.

But this doesn't stop her from continuing to cast a curse-filled, hostile glance at Raging Fire—

Previously, Raging Fire had chased Chi Xiao, Ju Que, Ding Zhensi, and others,

using bizarre flames to burn Ju Que's skin into ulcers, leaving him hairless, possibly with severe hidden dangers even after withdrawing to save his life.

This grudge will be avenged sooner or later.

"After the road ahead, it's the passage."

Compared to her subordinates, Zhan Lu has a much more composed attitude. This time, not many from Sword King Court participated in the competition, only herself, Chi Xiao, Ju Que, and Cheng Yin.

Ju Que ensured to withdraw,

and as for Cheng Yin, according to the Life Paper, is currently safe and secure, so there's not much worry needed—now with the upper floors continuously collapsing, Cheng Yin is estimated to appear near Zhan Lu soon. By then, they'll be able to find each other using communication instruments.

"Hmm,"

Tai Hao nodded, sweeping his gaze over the group's condition.

After this period of travel and regrouping, everyone replenished expenses and healed injuries, elevating their combat power back...

Clang——

The sound of something slicing through the air rushed toward them, Tai Hao's expression slightly changed as he hastily raised his arm, pushing his palm forward,

with a miniature tornado forming in his palm, firmly capturing a slender short sword, much like a hairpin, flying from who knows where.