Natural Disasters Strikes: I stockpiled like crazy!-Chapter 197: There are 204 more to go
Nanzhi's hunch was right.
The shield was not entirely indestructible. If it absorbed damage beyond a certain threshold, it would still be destroyed.
She had wanted to test her theory for a long time but couldn't find another player—until now.
Bei Mingsi had given her this opportunity, and without hesitation, she infused her fist with four times the usual telekinetic mental energy, spending one hundred fifty points.
At least it wiped out one of her troubles. If another player used the same item, she wouldn't have to worry about it anymore.
So much for that…
Without the shield, the power-boost serum, and his regeneration ability, Bei Mingsi was like a fish on the chopping board.
"Impossible! I used that before, and even the combined attack of multiple Awakeners couldn't land a crack on it! So how could you have enough strength to shatter it? This doesn't make any sense! It doesn't make sense at all! I must be dreaming! Right, I'm dreaming! This is just a dream!" Bei Mingsi was outraged and fluttered at the same time.
Nanzhi's temples throbbed. She slapped him, and his cheek turned a bloody red.
"Bei Mingsi, I'll ask you again. Are you a player?" In the same spine-chilling voice, Nanzhi uttered.
Are you a player…
A Player…
A Player…
Bei Mingsi looked at Nanzhi, unable to believe the words that had just come out of her mouth.
"How do you know that? No one is supposed to know! No one—"
A hand squeezed his jaw, prying his mouth open.
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"Listen here. I'm not very patient. Spit out what you know, and I'll spare you from having the remaining bones in your body plucked clean. How did you become a player? And how did you come back alive?" She clearly saw him dead and she was even the one who burned his body to prevent rat infestation.
Crack—
"AHH!" Bei Mingsi screamed, his eyes widening in horror as he saw one of his fingers bent in a strange way.
"That's two. There are 204 more to go."
At first, Mingsi remained stubborn. But when both his hands were pulled out of shape, the pain became unbearable.
Under such tremendous agony, his will crumbled.
"Argh! Stop! I'll confess! I'll confess!"
He couldn't endure it. He had always enjoyed inflicting pain on others, but now…
Bei Mingsi never thought he'd taste his own medicine.
—
"Hah… it's so cold…"
Bei Mingsi and Bei Changge staggered through the ruined streets, clad in nothing but their boxer shorts. The cold bit into their battered bodies, and blood dripped from the corners of their lips, staining the snow beneath them.
Mingsi's ribs screamed in pain. His vision blurred, and his limbs trembled from exhaustion.
"Damn them."
His mind burned with fury. Bingwen, Hei Qian, those three women, and that man…
Those self-righteous bastards had ruined everything! If they had stayed out of his way—if they had just minded their own business—he wouldn't have been beaten, broken, and left on the verge of death.
"Meddling fools!" he cursed through gritted teeth.
Beside him, Bai Changge stumbled and slipped.
Suddenly, a sound reached their ears.
Squeeeaak.
The two looked toward a nearby manhole and saw a pair of glowing red eyes staring at them.
The owner of the red eyes lunged forward.
At that moment, they saw it clearly—it was a massive rat, its body grotesquely swollen. One of its legs was mangled, but its claws remained long and sharp. Its gaze locked onto them, filled with hunger.
"Ngh—!" Bei Changge gasped weakly, barely able to react. His swollen eyes fluttered open, unfocused.
"Mingsi…?" His voice was barely a whisper—hoarse, trembling. His body was too weak to move, but his gaze still held a sliver of hope. "Help me… please…"
Mingsi didn't hesitate.
He grabbed his cousin's shoulder with the last of his strength—
And shoved him forward.
Straight toward the mutant rat.
"Wha—?!" Bei Changge's breath hitched as his broken body collapsed onto the cold pavement. Right in front of the beast.
The rat sniffed, its nostrils flaring.
Then—it bit.
"MINGSI—!"
Bei Changge screamed.
Mingsi watched without blinking. He saw the terror in his cousin's eyes as the mutant beast sank its fangs into his throat.
Saw the blood spurt from the wound. Saw Changge's fingers weakly clawing at the ground, trying to crawl away.
Saw the betrayal in his cousin's fading gaze, his lips trembling, trying to form words that would never come.
"You—"
A wet, gurgling noise cut him off as the rat ripped into his flesh. Its injuries slowly healed.
Mingsi didn't care.
He turned and ran.
Bei Changge, you should blame those people! Those people made me do it! Don't worry, I will avenge you!
A grin broke across his bloodied face.
But how could he possibly outrun the rat?
Within a few breaths, it caught him.
And he suffered the same fate as Bei Changge.
He died.
Yet, what he couldn't understand was—
How was he still alive after all that?
He was sure he had died!
And yet—
He woke up amidst a pile of burning ashes.
A strange, indifferent voice echoed in his mind.
[Congratulations! The system has detected your will to survive. You are qualified to become a player!]
His breath hitched.
[Would you like to bind?]
What is this…?
Mingsi felt something in his palm. He lifted his arm—only to recoil in horror.
A skeletal hand.
It was only then that he realized—
He was nothing but bones.
How could he still talk?
How could he still move?!
Something fell from his bony palm.
An obsidian necklace.
A swirling dark energy pulsed within it.
The voice echoed again.
[If you do not bind, your life will end in 10 seconds.]
[9 seconds.]
[8 seconds.]
[7 sec—]
"I'LL BIND! I'LL AGREE TO BIND!"
[Congratulations! You have become a player!]
The moment the words appeared, the dark energy in the necklace surged forward—crawling over his bones.
His skeletal frame shifted, restructured, strengthened.
Minutes passed.
Although he remained a skeleton, an unnatural vitality coursed through him—along with an insatiable hunger.
The voice spoke again.
If he wanted to regain his body, he needed… people.
The people in the ruined building nearby were his first victims.
Mingsi was in awe.
Not only had he regained his flesh, but he had also regained his youth.
But it wasn't permanent.
To maintain his body, he needed to replenish the energy in the necklace.
And that meant—harvesting people and alien beasts.
People's energy was easier to obtain than that of alien beasts.
All it took was acting pitiful. Humans were too trusting.
It was laughably easy for Mingsi to drain them.
Days passed.
After wandering in the freezing winter, Mingsi finally found a base.
And so—his game began.
