Chapter 7

In the narrow corridor of the rooftop, a tall and responsible adult suddenly stepped forward. He persuaded a few men around him to help block the entrance, temporarily preventing the monsters from breaking through while still allowing people to enter.

The sound of impacts continued outside the door, but after a long wait, there were no cries for help or pleas. It seemed that the few remaining stragglers had been completely overwhelmed, with no chance of rescue.

At this moment, people were squatting on the nearby steps, some crying silently, others muttering to themselves, the atmosphere heavy and gloomy.

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Bailang was in a less conspicuous position, leaning against the wall. He clenched his fist tightly, feeling a sharp pain in his palm. A row of fine tooth marks was oozing blood, and he wondered if it would get infected.

He focused his mind again, calling up the panel. The first page showed a new change.

The "Main Quest" was still not activated, but below it, a "Side Quest (Generating)" had appeared. The text quickly stabilized:

Side Quest 1: Reach the camp.

Quest Time Limit: None.

Reward: If you successfully reach the camp within two hours, you will receive a gift. (Emphasis! A personal gift from the Guide, thank me.)

Failure: No penalty.

Note: This is a private quest issued by the Guide and has been certified by the space. Please act quickly. If you arrive at the camp late, the gift will be canceled.

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Not only Bailang, but under the immense pressure of life and death, others also gradually discovered how to use the "Quest Panel" and informed those around them.

As for the reality of this world? No explanation was needed; everyone had a clear answer from their recent experiences.

Bailang was somewhat impressed by the Guide. A single grenade saved a lot of talk and put everyone in the best state.

"What are your thoughts, everyone? The woman said the destination is 2.5 kilometers due south. Although more people will attract more monsters, we must unite to—"

Before long, someone stepped forward, trying to take the lead.

Soon, the tall and muscular man who had taken the initiative earlier also introduced himself. According to him, he was a martial arts master from a certain school and ran a martial arts studio in the city.

His superior martial skills, imposing and intimidating physique, and his responsible actions immediately won him a lot of goodwill. At this moment, people were in a state of panic and instinctively wanted to rely on a strong person for a sense of security, so many followed him blindly.

On the other side of the stairs, a young and pretty girl with a single ponytail also stood up, quickly gathering a group of students around her. Bailang overheard their conversation and learned that she was the president of the student council, a very respected figure, and naturally formed a small group.

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While most people were discussing how to form teams, join forces to resist the monsters, and head to the destination, some chose to leave on their own, descending the stairs to the next level, with no intention of cooperating.

After all, they were strangers, and except for the group of students who knew each other, the rest lacked a foundation of trust. While grouping up could provide warmth and a sense of security, it also carried the risk of betrayal. One never knew if they would be abandoned or used as cannon fodder.

Sacrificing teammates to gain buffs was a classic strategy that had never changed from ancient times to the present. Bailang agreed with this. When he played with his friends, he was known for "sacrificing friends."

Moreover, while he understood the language, he couldn't comprehend the content of others' conversations. The countries, cities, place names, and colleges mentioned had nothing to do with Earth, leaving him confused and unable to join in.

This无形的隔阂让他心中产生了无法融入的孤立感。这一层无形的隔膜，让他始终格格不入。想到那旗袍女所说的武器，以及正在汇聚的怪物，心中紧迫感加剧，也顺着安全通道快速向顶层走去。

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在下降途中，白浪也在心中盘算。无论任务面板的提示，还是那位引导者所言，都表明这是最低级的考验，不存在太大风险。只要调整心态，再加一点运气，就能顺利通过，单独行动并不是送死，风险应该不大。

何况那个疑点重重的“亚人血统”，他虽不信任，但莫名多出一份底气。“死而复生”的描述，就像魔鬼的呓语，哪怕他刻意不去思考，依旧在心间果断浮现，催促他快去作个死。

白浪人如其名，从小浪到大，最大缺点就是轻佻顽劣不够稳重。他此时表现得这般克制，完全是刚穿越一脸懵B，就被疯狂暴打折磨，又被传火乐园绑架，彻底给吓到了。

但随着逐渐冷静下来，加上这个绝望世界潜移默化的影响，他的心态不知不觉间被干扰，有了淡淡的自毁+作死倾向。

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“光？”

绕了几圈楼梯，白浪来到最高顶层，狭长的走廊竟然亮着灯光？通道两侧全是关闭的房门，这是酒店的布局。

他快步前行，路过电梯时，发现整栋楼的“电力系统”都处于正常状态？！心中大感不妙，这如果不是“传火乐园”挖的坑，就是那个旗袍女所为！不怀好意啊。

试想一下，一栋电力系统正常、灯火通明的大厦，伫立在一座死寂漆黑的城市中，会引发什么后果？简直是在黑夜中被引爆的闪光弹，高调拉风，引无数怪物竞折腰。

原本有人不敢逃生，还能在大厦中选一个单间，躲藏起来。现在怪物蜂拥而至，拖得越久越难逃脱，只会被越来越多的怪物包围困死。

“真是阴险！”

白浪越过电梯，随手打开一扇门走了进去，屋内灯光自动亮起，房中凌乱地摆放着背包、衣物、饮用水，以及各式各样的冷兵器，唯独没有枪械。

在他这个外行人眼中，已经非常专业的样子。

就在这时，窗外传来络绎不绝的撞击声，一只只飞行怪物受到室内灯光吸引，飞蛾扑火般撞击玻璃，想要进入房间。奈何这栋大厦质量过硬，只能听到“砰砰砰”的撞击声，玻璃没有一点裂纹。

不过心中的紧张与迫切感更加强烈，催促他尽快离开。

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白浪扯开窗帘，挡住窗户，眼不见心不烦。

当他目光扫过插座时，本能地摸出手机，结果低头一看电量仅剩47%。

此时手中既没有充电器，又没有充裕的时间，一种无法言喻的失落空虚感油然而生。仿佛心被挖去一块，格外抑郁，只能望着插座兴叹。

在他生活的地球上，手机已成为人类不可分割的一部分，神圣的外置器官，与灵魂相互绑定。电量的多寡，决定着一个人的精神状况。

一个电量满格的人，哪怕上战场赴死，也能从容不迫慷慨激昂，胸中充满莫名的底气。而那些电量不足的人，即便身体健康乘车上路，也会坐立不安焦躁心慌。

白浪就属于后者，电量跌落60%后，他就难受得要命。此刻居然掉到50%以下，再加上窗外连续不断的敲打声，更觉烦躁，好想毁灭点什么！

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在屋内翻出急救药箱，按照说明简单粗暴地处理完伤口。他扭开一瓶水，边喝边扫视屋内的物资与武器。

先挑选一个背包，往里塞了些应急药品，又找到一件合适的外套，不用继续受冻。最终他在“武器环节”陷入迟疑。

作为一个地球良民，他对这些武器并不在行，全部零基础。最终选了一把求生匕首，然后注意力被一款户外斧吸引。

这是一把尺寸适中、造型狰狞的黑色战术斧头。可以单手使用，双手使用效果更佳。由于尺寸原因，用来砍树显然不可能，但无论是防身还是“日常工作”都绰绰有余。

斧头重量轻便，拥有锋利刃口，适合砍剁，极具杀伤力；背面是V字型尖锥，看起来激进又极端。正所谓正手开瓢，反手打孔两不误。全钢结构一体铸造，握住后手感踏实；挥动时流畅顺手，能最大限度减少肌肉疲劳，给人一种无坚不摧的错觉。

白浪握紧斧柄，源源不断的“安全感、满足感”涌上心头，迅速填补了电量不足带来的心理空洞，找到了新的依靠。

“好宝贝！”

他本身并不懂冷兵器，选美拼颜值的话，这把斧头便脱颖而出。无需复杂招式技巧，只要掌握“反复挥动+无脑瞎砍”就足够了！简单粗暴高效，男子汉就该用斧头！盘古也是这样想的。