The King of Black Fog

[Nickname: Robed in Yellow]

[Name: Ma Peng]

[Value: 0]

[Instinct: Concentration]

[Skills: "Unlearned", "Unlearned", "Unlearned", "Unlearned", "Unlearned", "Unlearned"]

Only this information was visible.

Was the reason for using a sniper rifle due to "Concentration"? Why hadn't a single shot hit? Li Changzhou pondered.

Li Qianxia tugged at the T-shirt clinging to her body and also removed her sneakers, revealing laced white socks.

She shook her shoes, dislodging a few pebbles and grains of soil.

After putting on her shoes, she looked at Yang Qinglan with eyes filled with envy.

Yang Qinglan's leggings, tightly wrapped around her ankles and most importantly, the hat that kept her face clean and prevented anything from falling into her neckline.

The sunlight shone on her black hair, flowing as if she was on a picnic outing.

"I wish I'd worn a hat too," she said regretfully.

"Aren't you going to explain to me what this is?" Li Changzhou turned his gaze to the two of them, his left arm embracing the sniper rifle and his right hand's index and middle fingers holding the "Identity Card" from the ghillie suit.

"Identity Card," Yang Qinglan said.

"A dead man's Identity Card," Li Qianxia said.

"..."

Yang Qinglan surveyed the surroundings.

While cleaning the leaves from her hair, Li Qianxia explained, "After the game ends, it can be exchanged at the bus station for Value Coins, and maybe it has other uses, but we don't know."

Li Changzhou nodded.

"I thought I could inherit Value Coins, equipment, and skills from someone else's Identity Card, and it seems that killing people doesn't increase one's own value either."

"Everything only gets settled at the station when the game ends," Yang Qinglan said.

"What do we do next? Stay here or move to another location?" Li Qianxia asked.

"Walking in the forest is too dangerous," Yang Qinglan mused, "We should emulate the snipers, use branches and grass for camouflage, and find a place to ambush."

"Okay!" Li Qianxia nodded vigorously.

Then she turned her head in a curious manner and looked at Li Changzhou, "Brother, why aren't you saying anything?"

Only Li Changzhou could see the shadow that enveloped him, a human-shaped black mist standing by his side, gazing down at him.

It raised its "right arm," its "fingertip" turning into a thin line, flying into the "Identity Card" in Li Changzhou's hand.

The string of blue flames that read [Instinct: Concentration] left the "Identity Card" and floated in the air, gently flickering.

Suddenly, the human-shaped black mist sucked the ball of flame into its "mouth."

At the same time, Li Changzhou couldn't help but recall the appearance of a white "Identity Card."

[Skills: "Concentration" (Level F), "Unlearned", "Unlearned", "Unlearned", "Unlearned", "Unlearned"]

[Level F Concentration: When highly focused, there is a 10 percent chance to enter Concentration]

[Concentration: Intelligence +1, Perception +1]

This series of transformations was all caused by Li Changzhou's thought, "How cool would it be if I could absorb someone else's instinct."

Level F? Instincts have levels?

"Brother?"

"Hmm?" Li Changzhou snapped out of it and stored the "Identity Card" in his game backpack, "By the way, does the backpack have only one slot?"

"Yes," Li Qianxia nodded, "And it can only hold equipment, items, and Identity Cards purchased with Value Coins."

Yang Qinglan added, "The same kind of item can be stacked."

It seemed she had purchased more than two of the same item using Value Coins.

"Enough talk," Yang Qinglan said, "Let's get moving."

"Yes, Captain!" Li Qianxia saluted, holding the rifle like a bobble-headed soldier.

The three of them started to work with the branches and leaves.

Their craftsmanship couldn't match that of the sniper nicknamed "Robed in Yellow," but helping each other with the "cover", the concealment was still quite decent.

The sniper rifle was handled by the weakest member of the team, Li Changzhou; holding this heavy weapon, as a man, he always had the urge to unleash it.

He maintained a prone shooting position, his arms tightly wrapping the sling to merge the rifle with his body, folding the bipod and also covering the rifle with branches.

After waiting quietly for a while, probably as long as it took Li Changzhou to imagine sniping ten people in his mind, Li Qianxia, hidden in a clump of weeds, whispered:

"What if I need to pee?"

"Don't waste it," Li Changzhou, with his left eye closed, looked through the large, dark, thick scope.

The edges around the scope were a bit blurry, but the center was very clear, with densely packed reticles.

If he were a real sniper, he could use the vertical reticle for ranging and elevation adjustments; the horizontal reticle, for wind drift and leading moving targets.

Unfortunately, Li Changzhou had only experienced the 98K, AWM, Mosin-Nagant... all in games.

"Brother," Li Qianxia's tone was a bit indescribable, "are you really going to drink it? If it's you, brother, I, I can do it."

Before Li Changzhou could react to what she meant, she quickly added, "But there's no cup, you'll have to close your eyes!"

"Shut your mouth!"

"Qian Xia!"

Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan spoke up at the same time, obviously both couldn't stand this guy.

Li Qianxia chuckled, muttering, "Just lightening the mood."

Sweat slid down their faces into Li Changzhou's eyes, the sodium and moisture stinging his eyes and making it difficult for him to keep them open.

Using a cleaner part of the back of her hand, Li Qianxia gently wiped his eyes.

Just then, Yang Qinglan whispered, "Someone's coming!"

Ignoring the sting, Li Changzhou forced his eyes open and slightly shifted the camera to find the person Yang Qinglan mentioned.

Camouflage uniform, a beret tilted to the right, holding a rifle in hand.

That rifle, even with Li Changzhou's experience, he recognized at first glance, an AK47.

If "Yellow-robed Ascension" had used this powerful, fully automatic rifle, the three of them might have been shot full of holes before they could dive into the trench.

"One person, male, twenty-five to thirty years old, AK47 assault rifle, dagger at the waist." Li Changzhou reported softly.

Yang Qinglan moved closer to Li Changzhou and whispered, "I'll pull him towards us, be ready."

"...Just kill him?"

"Of course." Yang Qinglan's voice was deep, like clouds covering the sun, a shadow draped over the icy winter creek.

Li Qianxia looked at her brother.

Li Changzhou wiped away the sweat sliding toward his eyes and stared fiercely through the scope.

Yang Qinglan's eyes slowly turned blue.

In the scope's vision, the figure in camouflage suddenly lurched forward, as if someone tied something around his waist and pulled it away with a truck.

"Bang!"

Without a suppressor, only with a flame-arresting cap, the M95 sniper rifle exploded with a sound like heavenly thunder.

Ringing ears, numbness in the shoulders and arms, and the smell of gunpowder.

He missed.

"Brother!"

"Click! Click!" Rotating the bolt, he chambered another round.

The harsh sun shone on Li Changzhou's face, his brows like tempered blades, his eyes bright as stars.

The figure in camouflage clung to a nearby tree, like dangling off a cliff, feet scrambling on the ground.

A drop of sweat rolled down from his temples, his chest slightly heaving, his finger on the trigger, that exquisite pressure, everything clear and distinct.

"F-Level Concentration" triggered.

"Bang!" Heavenly thunder sounded again.

The camouflage's waist exploded into a large hole, his body almost torn apart.

The hand that was tightly gripping the branch weakly let go, the body continuing to fall to the ground like garbage, spreading blood and organs everywhere.

"Killed," Li Changzhou said coldly.

"Good job... The Identity Card is also yours," Yang Qinglan said, her voice carrying a hint of comfort.

"How about that?" Li Changzhou reloaded once more, pulling the bolt and moving his eyes away from the scope, calming his emotions, "Two shots to take down a man."

"Super cool~ I love you so much, Brother Changzhou~"

Whenever a little sister speaks like this, a big brother needs to be wary.

True to form, Li Qianxia followed up with, "To celebrate, let's treat ourselves! I want to eat the Spicy Pot from the second floor of the cafeteria, and a chilled Coke too!"

"Interested in urine? Room temperature, fresh, mine."

"Enough from you siblings," said the fresh-faced beauty Yang Qinglan, unable to stand such a crude topic.

Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia hardly ever talked about this topic, except with each other.

If you searched "eat shit" in their WeChat chat history, there would be at least a hundred mentions.

"What about the Identity Card and the gun?" Li Changzhou asked.

"I'll go pick it up. Bro and Lan, cover me," said Li Qianxia, about to rush out.

"Wait!" Yang Qinglan grabbed her, "I'll go."

Using "Attract and Repel," she intermittently pulled the "Identity Card" that had dropped near the corpse's head toward them.

Because of the obstacles of bushes and rocks, sometimes it needed to be pulled left and right.

Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, counting to thirty seconds each, Li Changzhou mentally timed the intervals of Yang Qinglan using her instinct.

Just as Li Qianxia caught the "Identity Card" from the figure in camouflage, the three of them exchanged glances.

The game was over.