Player Reload

The friend communication in the Killing Field System not only allows sending text, pictures, and videos, but also files over 1G without compression or expiration. Way more convenient than WeChat.

As a result, some players with data hoarding hamster syndrome, besides purchasing large-capacity hard drives produced by the Whale Song Guild, also buy "biological hard drives" from GS Biotechnology to store ultra-high-definition Blu-ray/VR/Super Dream movies.

A biological hard drive is essentially a lab-created white mouse with Level 1 player qualifications, with a lifespan of about seven days, specifically used for sending, receiving, and storing files.

Due to its fast transmission speed, low cost, and ability to automatically shield meme effects, it is widely used by players willing to spend a small rental fee. There was even once a joke,

where a player from Hong Kong City changed their ID to "Biological Hard Drive-D" and ended up receiving top-secret intelligence from agents from more than one national intelligence department in their friend list—quite a lot of agents were using biological WeChat hard drives.

In short, besides text, the White Horse Tombstone also sent a PPT file, which Li Cheng opened with a thought.

The introduction featured exquisite animation special effects akin to a Silicon Valley tech unicorn investment promo video,

followed by text,

"[This plan aims to address the core issue of Lone Wolf players struggling to compete with medium to large guilds in point acquisition during the ’Song of Kings’ event. Against the backdrop of the current international environment, the importance of this issue is increasingly prominent, but several unresolved aspects remain... This plan proposes new practical solutions to fill the existing gaps...]"

Come on, sister, are you writing a research paper?

Li Cheng’s expression was subtle. This PPT was too beautifully made, with excessively exquisite graphics, and the text style was high-end and classy.

Considering that White Horse Tombstone was born into an ordinary family in Romania and dropped out of school before finishing high school, without any further adult education,

she became a close combat professional in the killing field, with cultural knowledge barely better than Gray Rain,

this PPT was clearly made with the help of an AI program. A careful observation could even spot a watermark ad in the corner of a page,

"New users download a certain AI, instantly get a free cup of milk tea..."

"What did Tombstone Sister say?"

Gray Rain curiously asked. Li Cheng simply plugged a data cable into his temple to share the current view with Gray Rain.

The White Horse Tombstone’s PPT conveyed a simple message: The anomalies on Earth have been exploited by major guilds like the GOC for eighty years now, with no more profits to extract.

Players from Level 10 to Level 20 are still okay; they can pick up the crumbs as Bounty Hunters from the gaps between the fingers of major guilds,

but Transcendents above Level 20 find it extremely difficult to trigger regular tasks and earn ratings.

It’s better to shift the focus to the actual killing field.

"-81652, +41945, -139520. These are the coordinates White Horse Tombstone discovered while exploring alone when she was still Level 13."

Li Cheng flipped through the pictures. The coordinates showed a group of desolate, ruined buildings, almost only the concrete skeleton remaining.

At that time, White Horse Tombstone had already established her Extraordinary Power System, feeling a strong sense of unease, she decisively retreated, found the nearest teleportation phone booth, and returned to the real world and noted down the coordinates.

Since then, with every few levels she gained, she would return to those coordinates, use her remote sensing to gauge the threat level of that building group to her from afar.

From guaranteed death if approached to extremely dangerous, and now to considerably risky.

Using a video game analogy, it’s like the boss icon changing from an unbeatable black skull to a possibly beatable red skull.

This time, White Horse Tombstone consulted with the Navigator Guild specializing in prophecy, mentioning that if she returns to that area now, danger and opportunity coexist.

As the Song of Kings event is happening, White Horse Tombstone thought about it and decided to gather a few pros from the killing field to go together and see if they can trigger a regular task.

"Wanna go participate?"

Gray Rain curiously asked, "I quite like Tombstone Sister."

"We’ll see."

Li Cheng thought about it. In the killing field, where the average moral level aspires to match that of our compatriots and Hannibal,

White Horse Tombstone is like timely rain from Romania, the Eastern European righteous protector. She genuinely helps the weak in the real world, uprooting the wicked and saving novice players at the risk of her own life.

If she encounters such teammates who trample on human life, indiscriminately slaughtering in the Script World, she would rather face system sanctions and be thrown into a Punishment Task next time than not slay them.

Her character could boost one’s credit score on Flower Pay, with fans covering her bills when she eats out.

Led by her, it surely wouldn’t be a trap activity like a seven-day tour in Myanmar North.

After thinking for a moment, Li Cheng typed, "Can I ask who else is going to participate now?"

"We’ve currently called about a dozen, all experts around Level 30. There’s also someone you know, Wanli Sealed Blade."

White Horse Tombstone said, "This isn’t a serious exploration activity, it’s just to see if we can trigger a regular task—of course, if we can trigger it, we still need to first sign a non-aggression Magic Contract."

Uncle Xiao Dao, although a bit anxious in appearance, and not matching his strength with his qualification, he’s overall okay.

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Last time, if he hadn’t brought out the Lung Gas Storage Tank, the tremor task might not have been completed.

"No problem, see you in the slum in eight hours."

Li Cheng responded crisply.

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"Pifu agreed..."

Reality, Bucharest, the capital of Romania.

White Horse Tombstone, dressed in a simple T-shirt, exposing a body full of scars and robust muscles, scratched her head.

As a literal billionaire, White Horse Tombstone still lives a simple life, residing in a single apartment unit of a Khrushchev-era building, left by her grandmother decades ago.

In the fifty-square-meter room, not counting the little gifts sent by the fan club,

The original furniture and appliances, except for the television and computer being relatively modern, all the incandescent lamp, electric fan, kettle, and folding table are old models. Even her car parked in the lot downstairs is still a Lada, one of the four major ruins from Eastern Europe—

Although, for convenience, she spent some money to have a Prometheus repair shop modify the vehicle, allowing it to sprint at a speed of three hundred kilometers per hour when necessary.

Groan—

White Horse Tombstone stood up from the wooden chair, casually picked up a grip meter modified with Killing Field building materials from the corner, and squeezed it with both hands, letting her mind go blank.

She is not as naive as she appears. Quite the opposite, she has an inexplicable acuteness in discerning people from childhood to adulthood. She can accurately distinguish who is good and who is scum from the crowd.

After becoming a Player, she can survive until now without relying on any guild, deliberately picking fights with black forces.

Pifu and Wanli Sealed Blade seem to be... good people...

Really envy that Eastern nation, with the Special Affairs Bureau, and many good people, always able to protect people very well among the bravest of them.

While Romania, with a population of twenty million, has just over a thousand Players,

Only she has reached Level 30.

A moment of distraction, the grip meter slipped out of her hands, smashed through the window with a bang, and fell into the snow outside the apartment building.

Bang bang bang!

Urgent footsteps echoed in the poorly soundproofed hallway, followed by knocking on the door, "Miss Mikhaila, is everything all right?"

"No problem, I accidentally broke the window."

White Horse Tombstone shouted, knowing without opening the door that the person outside was actually a National Security Agency agent disguised as an ordinary resident of the apartment building.

Romanian officials are not fools; they clearly understand that in the era of Killing Field descent, extraordinary power is equivalent to authority, and authority is equivalent to justice;

They also know how precious it is to have a high-level Transcendent who keeps their heart with the motherland and does not immediately change nationality after obtaining qualifications in a small-to-medium international presence country.

It can be said that thanks to White Horse Tombstone’s presence, Romanian officials can hold their ground a bit more firmly when attending NATO and European Union summits.

Because of this, twenty agents were disguised throughout the apartment building and the whole neighborhood. They go about their everyday motions, taking shifts to "secretly protect" her safety.

"Group B, check downstairs."

The agent couple outside the door pressed their earpieces and whispered, picking up the glass shards and grip meter scattered in the snow before other residents in the neighborhood noticed.

"Sorry for the trouble, thank you."

White Horse Tombstone took the grip meter brought in by the couple at the door, closing the door afterward, her usual relaxed smile now tinged with bitterness.

Four levels to go.

She is Level 31 now, and the Epic Item [Reverse Time Coffin] has clearly shown that she will die at Level 35.

This is an unchangeable fate, the faster one upgrades, the closer one gets to the destined death.

According to forum speculation from strategic think tanks of major guilds and public guessing, both the preselection and main competition typically provide Players with Experience Points, and she might not have much time left.

Not even the couple outside the door—or the upper government connecting with them—

Nor does the whole city of Bucharest, the ordinary citizens unaware of the events, merely happy to see foreign investments pouring in, new industrial zones established, and national economy speeding up.

White Horse Tombstone quietly placed the grip meter back in the corner, her gaze falling on the stone coffin layered with chains in the living room corner.

Since inevitable death cannot be avoided, I shall, to the best of my ability, for this country, this land, this nation that raised me, strive for more benefits in this era of grand contention...