Chapter 30: “Two‑Gun Godmode, the Sense of Security Brought by Bai Fu”
This time, the Judgement of the Psionic Vision skill succeeded perfectly, and the data panel of the unfamiliar strong man popped up smoothly.
【Name】: Number Seven (Elite)
【Template】: Special (Mutant)
【Main Class】: Truth Hunter Lv 2 [Sub‑class Agent Lv 10 (max level)]
【Subclass】: Chef Lv 36
【HP】: 190/190
【Stats】: Strength 19, Agility 16, Constitution 14, Intelligence 4, Spirit 5, Inspiration 810
【Skills】: Weak Point Strike Lv 5, Precision Shot Lv 3, ？
【Talent】: ？
【Affinity】: Never Met Before (–5)
【Danger Level】: Red
“Number Seven? Is your creator called Master Luban?”
Bai Fu’s mouth twitched, especially when she saw that Number Seven’s affinity toward her was –5.
The evaluation said “Never Met,” but the affinity was –5; obviously this guy was the kind who disliked everyone, no wonder he tried to strangle someone just for asking a question.
If it were anyone else he provoked it would be one thing, but considering he was clearly looking to pick a fight with a Player, Bai Fu could only silently pray for him in her heart.
Come to think of it, this was probably the first NPC she had encountered with a special template; moreover, Number Seven had the advanced class [Truth Hunter].
With the bonus from the special template and the advanced class, Number Seven’s attributes could be said to trounce Cao Wenliang across the board.
Even compared to her, Number Seven, while one total level below her, had total stats several points higher than hers.
“Is this the charm of a special template and an advanced class?”
Bai Fu felt her blood beginning to boil.
She needed to rush to level Psionic Apprentice to Lv 10; after that, if she couldn’t find the class advancement knowledge book in the Abandoned Cooling Plant, she’d have to consider taking a ride to Lynn.
Bai Fu closed the data panel; she felt it necessary to confirm Number Seven’s identity.
An NPC whose power far exceeded the average newbie village level suddenly appearing in Newbie Village would definitely spell trouble in a typical game.
“I wonder if this is main‑line plot or a hidden quest.”
Bai Fu silently followed behind Number Seven.
After interrogating several passersby, Number Seven finally found the new Player stronghold, and then, very much in character, he barged right in without a word.
“Are you looking for…”
Wham!
Number Seven punched the Player who was chopping wood at the entrance, sending him flying; the Player hadn’t even processed what had happened before he suffered this week’s first death.
“I thought you were Undying Ones; why are you able to die?”
Number Seven walked up to the Player’s corpse and laughed heartily, even kicking the corpse with his foot as he laughed.
“Come on, resurrect and show me!”
His mocking expression held a hint of ferocity—this countryside ruffian from the Wildfire Gang dared to toy with him, and on top of that tried to lean on that stinky woman Yulia’s influence to intimidate him; later he’d show him what the methods of a Truth Hunter really were.
This completely unorthodox move left the group of Players in the stronghold—who themselves liked breaking norms—even more dumbfounded.
What kind of commotion was this?
This can’t be right— even a monster siege isn’t fought like this!
After a moment, a group of Players approached Number Seven and began pointing and whispering.
“Human Confusion Awards?”
“Is this a BUG?”
“If it’s a bug we should report it immediately, otherwise if all NPCs turn into this monstrosity, who’d even play anymore?”
“Is there a reward for reporting it?”
Besides pointing and whispering, some mischievous Players quickly activated photo mode.
“How novel, this actually might be a bug, hahaha, rush a group photo, I’ll post it on the Community!”
One of them walked up to Number Seven, smiling and flashing a “Yeah!” hand sign.
Bai Fu: “……”
Number Seven: “……”
Suicide wish!
When he finally registered what was happening, Number Seven was flooded by rage.
He had come up with that brutal move to intimidate these outsiders, yet instead of being scared they laughed and flocked around him like civilized visitors to a zoo.
This was the ultimate insult!
Thinking he’d whooped the Wildfire Gang and was invincible, now he’d let them learn what a god‑sent adversary really was!
“What ‘Brother Ba’—you’re just a bunch of trash and scum, call your boss out here!”
Enraged, Number Seven grabbed the photo‑taking, mischievous Player’s neck from behind, hoisted him up, and without waiting for anyone else’s reaction, squeezed until the Player died.
“WTF?!”
If earlier they were merely confused, now they understood completely—this wasn’t a bug, there truly was an NPC looking for trouble!
“Even Brother Long isn’t as arrogant as you.”
“You’re so cocky—does your family know?”
“What’s going on, random attack event? I haven’t heard of this happening in other newbie villages?”
Amid the chaos, several Players drew their weapons.
Number Seven sneered and strode forward; the nearest Player hadn’t realized what was happening before he was hit by a fierce knee strike that sent him skyward.
“A powerful enemy—someone help!”
“Shit, Party Big Star ain’t here.”
“Panda‑head, taunt him, grab his attention.”
“You stinking shit and louse, your head looks like a… the hell?”
Realizing the danger, Players didn’t flee but formed up in formation and charged.
“Interesting, very interesting!” Number Seven laughed even more joyfully.
The countryside ruffian from the Wildfire Gang wasn’t completely lying to him, these outsiders did indeed possess courage far beyond ordinary people, even when seeing their companions killed easily, they showed no trace of fear, no one knew where they drew their bravery from.
But it didn’t matter, their fearlessness stemmed from the fact that they had never witnessed true terror!
“I want to see who’s backing you up!”1
Kill, kill, kill!
Number Seven surged forward like a flood dragon entering the sea, raising a towering wave.
Suddenly, Excavation‑Princess jumped out from the side.
“Stop!”
She shouted loudly, and Number Seven actually halted.
“Are you their boss?” Number Seven narrowed his eyes.
Excavation‑Princess didn’t speak, pretending to be a martial arts master, and in truth couldn’t entirely fake it—she genuinely believed she was skilled now, after all she had already advanced to a “noble” retasked player.1
It was time to test the power of the skill unlocked by the new class.
Excavation‑Princess drew back her right fist slightly and began charging.
At a certain moment, she suddenly shouted at Number Seven: “Look behind you!”
Hmm?
Number Seven instinctively turned around.
Right, now’s the time!
Excavation‑Princess thrust her charging right fist forward, her whole upper body crashing out like a cannonball.
“Watch closely, this is my Charged Bomber Punch! I, Excavation‑Princess, am no ordinary player ah ah ah ah!”
Bang!
But Number Seven spun around at an incredible speed and kicked Excavation‑Princess in the stomach, and in the next second, Excavation‑Princess flew away.
“-60”
Instantly died on the spot.
As the stream went black suddenly, all the spectators watching the livestream were stunned.
【Big trouble! The war reporter has died!】
【Excavating treasures, stop showing off, just peacefully be the Camerawoman】
【Someone start another stream, I want to see the fight】
The reactions from the other players in the stronghold were basically the same as those in the livestream—they were all laughing heartily, showing not a sliver of fear.
This made Number Seven’s expression grow increasingly grim.
What was wrong with these outsiders? Could it be that they really could resurrect—but that couldn’t be right, because those a few he’d killed were still lying there in perfect rows?
No matter.
Number Seven’s bloodthirsty nature ignited, and this time, he resolved to suppress these outsiders with the most gruesome methods, including but not limited to tearing apart, flaying, and smashing them into mince.
Blood was an excellent catalyst for fear!1
He grabbed a player who had rushed forward and, with extremely brutal force, snapped their foot forward until the bone protruded.
How about that, scared now?
Number Seven lifted his head in pride, but what he saw in return was a scene that left him bewildered.
“Damn, good thing I’ve got the Harmonization mode on.”
“What a human!”
“You can’t beat him front‑on, it seems we have to bring out our special moves, I thought once I advanced class I wouldn’t have to fear these monsters.”
Were they finally going for it?
Bai Fu looked at Number Seven with eyes tinged with sympathy.
Don’t think only bosses have phase two—players in the Abandoned Cooling Plant also had phase two, and now Number Seven had successfully forced the players into their phase two!
“Brothers, go get him!”
“Here we come, watch me!”
One player lunged forward, scattering a bag of lime, another attacked from behind and poured a basin of boiling water.3
Number Seven was fast and responsive, easily dodging the first wave of attacks, but the number of players was far more than he had anticipated, and their preparations were far more than he’d expected.
These traps and items were individually low in lethality, but in numbers, they were truly annoying.
Even more incredible to Number Seven was the will of these outsiders.
He broke one outsider’s leg, and that outsider collapsed but crawled toward him to stab his kidney with a knife.
He punched in another outsider’s chest, and even though that outsider was near death, he still clung to Number Seven’s waist screaming “Fire at me,” and the next moment someone plunged a knife through the outsider’s own body against Number Seven.3
Were these outsiders messed up? No, even if messed up, they wouldn’t be so aggressive like this.
He had been distracted for a moment when an outsider jumped onto him from behind and used a Strongman Lock on him.2
Then one outsider after another pounced, some pinned his feet, some pinned his arms, some shoved stinky socks into his nostrils, piling him up until only one foot remained visible outside.
Never having seen such a style of combat, Number Seven’s heart trembled in inexplicable fear.
Was he… scared?
No, absolutely not possible!
How could a group of outsiders, who were as easy to kill as chickens, ever terrify him!
Rage infused Number Seven and he began to violently struggle, a powerful force bursting through his body; just as it seemed those players pressuring him would be thrown off, another player rushed over.
“I’ll fucking fight you!”
Number Seven focused and saw the outsider clearly holding a type II Amoeba poison sac.
Damn!
He was terrified and his face paled dramatically—if those poison sacs exploded here, even he would be in serious trouble.
“Get the hell away, all of you, get away!”
Number Seven now had no time for anything else; he fumbled in his clothes, pulled out a spherical item, and pressed it firmly.1
Hum—
Under the impact of the invisibile shockwave, all the players froze in place, including the one clutching the poison sac, but due to the earlier throwing motion, two poison sacs flew out with inertia and landed in front of Number Seven, the poison liquid splattering, almost corroding away the bone of his right foot.1
Number Seven struggled to his feet, looking deranged: “Good, very good. You’ve actually pushed me to this point. I’ll tear every one of you to pieces!”
He took two steps forward, just placed his hand on a Player’s shoulder, when his body suddenly trembled violently.
A bullet came from behind and struck his back.
“Who?”
Number Seven turned around, and in his field of vision appeared a white-haired girl holding a gun.
“Good, good, good. So there was another one hiding here? You’ll die too!”
He pressed that spherical device again, and under the assault of the invisible shockwave, the girl’s body also froze.
Number Seven sneered and walked toward the girl.
Just as he was two meters away from her, something unexpected happened.
The girl who had seemed frozen pulled her right index finger on the trigger, and the muzzle burst with flame as a bullet shot straight into his chest.
“You… why aren’t you affected?”
Number Seven stared in disbelief at the bullet hole in his chest.
Bai Fu stepped forward and gave him two punches to the bullet wound, knocking him to the ground, then stabbed his chest once to confirm he was in a critical state before beginning to question him.
“Who are you?”
Number Seven burst out laughing: “You’re all going to die. Everyone will die. This entire Abandoned Cooling Plant will be buried with me!”
Since she couldn’t get any useful intel out of him, Bai Fu gave him another finishing blow.
【You have killed Number Seven. Contribution: 63.4%. After level difference adjustment, you gained 3994 XP.】
No quest was triggered.
Bai Fu felt a bit of regret, but not too much — this still brought her much closer to leveling up.
She first picked up the spherical device that Number Seven had dropped.
【Psionic Restraint Device】
【Rarity】: Blue
【Additional Effect】: Uses a psionic shock to cause all targets within 20 meters to enter a stiffened state. Duration depends on Inspiration stat. Ineffective if target’s Inspiration > 8. (Remaining uses: 2)
This was a good item.
When Number Seven used it on the Players, she already realized the item had no effect on her.
That was exactly why she stepped out and fired at Number Seven.
That shot didn’t cause significant damage, but it served to distract Number Seven, and as expected, he turned his wrath on her and used the Psionic Restraint Device.
She decisively pretended to be frozen, luring him into completely dropping his guard.
Without that move, even with his injured leg, her second shot would have been hard to land.
Bai Fu crouched down and rummaged through Number Seven’s pocket, pulling out a peculiar teardrop-shaped badge.
“Truth Society?”
She had seen this badge before, in a book about Origin Star she read in the Wildfire Gang’s library.
Seemed like a really serious organization… but oh well, Truth Society wouldn’t know it was her anyway.
Bai Fu pocketed the badge and the Psionic Restraint Device, then walked toward the nearby Players.
“Are you all okay? Sorry I was a bit late.”
Late?
No no no, not late at all — you arrived at just the right moment!
Seeing Bai Fu shoot Number Seven ignited a deep sense of relief in the surviving Players.
Even when Bai Fu appeared frozen afterwards, they didn’t panic.
Come on, this was Bai Fu — the one who could tell they were “Heroes” at a glance.
Sure enough, Number Seven had only managed a few seconds of gloating before Bai Fu swept him away with a smooth, flowing combo.
“Fu Fu is badass!”
“6! If only I could be that awesome too!”
“Cool, cool, cool — I’m dying from the coolness!”
The freed Players erupted into frenzied cheers.