As for the second photo, the muscles on the arm were suddenly taut like steel bars, with the biceps bulging into an astonishing arc that propped up the sleeve like a small mound.
The muscle groups of the forearm were sharply defined, and the bulging veins beneath the skin looked like winding tree roots.
Most shocking of all were those hands; the knuckles were thick and protruding, the edges of the palms covered in calluses, looking as if they could crush a walnut with bare strength.
This...
Cheng Shuili really had not expected Wanyi to be such a burly woman. She had truly been worrying for nothing.
Wanyi didn't even need to speak; just by standing there and showing off those muscles, who would dare to provoke her?
Before even saying a word, one would have to consider whether they could take a punch from Wanyi.
In this place, muscles were a representation of strength. Having such a physique could really save one from a lot of trouble.
Cheng Shuili thought, feeling a bit excited, and puffed out her own bicep while tensing her arm. Unfortunately, the system attribute point bonuses didn't manifest as visible muscle; Wanyi's were clearly built through her own training.
Being a chef wasn't an easy job either.
【New Snow Clearing】: Wanyi's type is actually just vanity muscle. It looks sturdy, but it's useless. For example, if I sparred with her and she punched me, even if I died, I still wouldn't be convinced. During the autopsy, my whole body would be soft, but my mouth would still be stubborn.
【Angry Crow Takes Flight】: You're quite happy being cheeky, aren't you? In a moment, I'll give the duel card to Wanyi to satisfy your wish.
【New Snow Clearing】: I was wrong, Boss! I was wrong, Sister Wanyi! I know I was wrong!
Time passed by quickly without notice. When the system began the countdown, Wanyi delivered the lunch she had prepared.
【Wanyi】: I let it air out for a while, otherwise there would be little water droplets, and it wouldn't taste good if it soaked until noon.
She was still a very meticulous person.
Cheng Shuili silently stored the lunch box into the Abyss Ring and replied with a "Got it," acknowledging the gesture.
The regional channel had already refreshed with hundreds of messages the moment the system finished its announcement.
There were those who didn't want to participate in the dungeon and started cursing, those crying and begging their group members for care, and others excitedly talking about plans to kill people openly in the channel.
It was, in a sense, a microcosm of human nature.
The countdown reached zero.
All the bustling in the channel stopped instantly. A burst of white light exploded before Cheng Shuili's eyes, and a familiar feeling of dizziness washed over her.
Cheng Shuili closed her eyes, feeling the brief weightlessness caused by the spatial transition. When she opened her eyes again, the surrounding scenery had completely changed.
She was standing on a deserted highway. The asphalt surface was cracked with spiderweb-like patterns, and clusters of wild grass were stubbornly sprouting from the fissures.
On both sides were forests so dense they felt oppressive. The trees towered into the clouds, their branches and leaves interlacing to form a natural barrier that sliced the sunlight into fragments scattered on the ground. It was clearly a restricted area.
【Dungeon "Hunt" has started】
【Current number of participants 2458/2458】
【Supplementary dungeon rules: 1. This dungeon lasts for eight hours. If you do not reach the destination after eight hours, you will become the Lost. 2. Please do your best to earn points! 3. After a player dies, they will no longer occupy a ranking.】
Cheng Shuili keenly noticed a new term mentioned by the system: "the Lost." What was that?
She had already memorized the first rule, the second was nonsense, and the third... was actually quite interesting.
If a player dies and no longer occupies a ranking, it means that if those at the bottom cannot earn points from monsters and the top five reward spots are already taken by others, there is still one path they can take...
And that is to kill humans.
The air was filled with the smell of damp, rotting leaves and a certain indescribable fishy scent. It was very strange, like the smell of blood, yet lacking the metallic tang of iron.
"Where the hell is this?" A rough male voice broke the silence.
Cheng Shuili turned her head to look. Nineteen people were standing scattered across the highway, men and women of various ages.
The one who spoke was a bald, burly man with a face full of flesh, irritably kicking stones by the side of the road.
"It seems we are the twenty people in the same group." A thin, tall young man wearing glasses pushed up his frames, his voice calm to the point of being deliberate. "According to the system, we need to cooperate for eight hours."
"Cooperate?" A young woman wearing a red down jacket sneered. "The rules clearly state that it's based on point rankings, and only the top five get rewards. How is this cooperation? It's clearly forcing us to compete with each other!"
The crowd immediately became restless, and whispers rose one after another.
Cheng Shuili did not join the discussion. She stood to the side without saying a word, her gaze covertly observing these people. No one acted rashly, and naturally, she wouldn't be the one to stick her neck out.
"Quiet!"
A resonant voice suppressed all the arguments.
The speaker was a tall, middle-aged man with broad shoulders and an upright posture, with a noticeable scar on his forehead. However, because his demeanor was so upright, the scar didn't look fierce; instead, it added a sense of weathered experience.
"My name is Qi Yue, a military veteran. Arguing won't solve anything. Let's introduce ourselves first. After all, we have to spend eight hours together; we can't just keep calling each other 'hey', right?"
His voice carried an unquestionable sense of authority, and the crowd indeed quieted down a bit.
A moment later, the bespectacled man standing next to Qi Yue was the first to speak: "My name is Yang Yunsheng."
Seeing that he had spoken, the others followed suit one by one. When it was Cheng Shuili's turn, she casually gave the fake name "Cheng Ershui."
It wasn't that she was being overly cautious.
The designated player duel card could not only choose an ID but also the player's real name; the description didn't mention this point.
But when Cheng Shuili was fumbling with this card, she accidentally triggered its use and discovered this hidden information.
She was the second to last. After she introduced herself, only the figure standing on the outermost edge wearing a hood remained.
She hadn't said a word since she appeared. Now that everyone's eyes were focused on her, she finally lifted her head slightly, revealing a pair of cold, piercing eyes, and said in a low voice, "Chen Wanyi."
Cheng Shuili was stunned.
Wanyi?
Is it for real?
Cheng Shuili subconsciously looked at the person's arms...
There was heating in the vehicle, so there was no need to wear heavy clothing, and the photo Wanyi took was certainly clear.
But now they were outdoors. Although it wasn't as cold as on the highway, it wasn't much better. The twenty people present were all wearing either down jackets or cold-proof gear.
Wrapped up so tightly, what could she possibly see?
She would just have to find an opportunity to ask later.
"Alright, since everyone has introduced themselves, we must seize the time." Qi Yue scanned the crowd. "The system says we must reach the destination within eight hours, but this road stretches on without end. We must first confirm the direction."
"There is a road sign over there."
Yang Yunsheng pointed to a crooked sign not far away.
When everyone walked closer, they saw the sign was mostly rusted, but a few blurry characters could still be distinguished.
Service area, 5 kilometers. Destination, 50 kilometers.
The two arrows pointed in opposite directions, and the kilometer counts were vastly different.
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