Absolute Destiny Game
Chapter 162 - 34 Martial Arts Expert Mr. Ramen_2

Chapter 162: Chapter 34 Martial Arts Expert Mr. Ramen_2

It really is a case of what you fear coming true, the leader of the group is none other than Cloud Guest.

The two had known each other, after all, having spent so much time in Luoyang Town, they had become familiar with each other’s faces, though they hadn’t really interacted much.

"Yun, what do you guys mean by this? I haven’t offended you, have I?"

"What do I mean? Haha, nothing special, just want to ask you something. As long as you make things clear to me, I’ll let you leave alive—where did Hidden Moon Following Wind and I Want to Be Immortal run off to? Is there a secret Leveling Point?"

Mr. Ramen was startled, sure enough, they were after that Leveling Point, and he inwardly groaned, "Yun, how would I know if you ask me?"

"Don’t try to cozy up to me. You think I’m your brother, calling me Yun? Also, don’t think I don’t know, you’ve been hanging out with those two for the past few days. You haven’t leveled up in over a month, but then you gained a level after just one day with them, still playing dumb?

Don’t waste my time, if you don’t talk, I’ll kill you right now. I’ve already lost six brothers because of that Hidden Moon Following Wind in the past two days. If you don’t explain to me, I’ll make sure you can’t explain to anyone else."

Seeing the people around him ready for a fight, Mr. Ramen tensed up.

"No, no, no, I’ll talk, is that not okay? There really is such a place, in a small fishing village to the southeast. There, you can farm a large number of merfolk, and these merfolk will run up the shore to fight, making them very easy to kill, and leveling up is a blast.

Hidden Moon Following Wind is still there leveling up. If you go now, you should be able to catch him. I’m telling the absolute truth, may lightning strike me if I lie."

Cloud Guest sneered, "I believe you—but I lied, attack!"

At his command, everyone attacked at once.

Mr. Ramen, shocked and angry, was fortunate that although his level and strength were average, he had trained his Qinggong to be quite good. Without saying another word, he leapt towards the edge of the circle, trying to fly away.

As long as he could get back to the city, he would be safe.

Swallow Three Water Dipping!

However, as he somersaulted out of the encirclement, before he could leap a second time, a dark shadow suddenly wrapped around him.

Ghost curse—Evil Ghost Possession! It was Feng Buping, the only one in the team from the Magic profession, who suddenly struck.

Mr. Ramen’s figure instantly stiffened, and he fell straight from the sky. Watching the figure of his character being wrapped up by a black shadow, he desperately hit the keyboard and mouse, but his character struggled in vain, completely uncontrollable.

This was the power of the Magic profession, no matter how skilled your Martial Arts, a single spell could cripple you.

Watching the people around him closing in.

"No, no, no!" Mr. Ramen tried to plead for mercy, but the group, without a second word, started chopping him down. The next second, his screen turned a bloody red.

[System Alert: You are dead.]

Mr. Ramen stared at the blood-red screen in front of him, completely frozen.

He closed his eyes, feeling dizzy, with a surreal sense of being in a dream.

But when he opened them again, the screen before him was still blood red.

It was real, all of it was real, he was dead.

Suddenly, he covered his face and began to cry in pain.

He howled in despair, shouting out unwillingly.

Why did it have to be like this, why!

"Heaven—ly—General! Cloud—Guest!" He clenched his teeth and resolved to shake people up, grabbing his phone to do so.

However, it was then that he remembered he never joined guilds, rarely teamed up with others; even the two people he met over the last two days were just game friends.

Now, even if he wanted to find someone to help avenge him, he had no way to start.

Although he had known the truth of this game long ago, he never thought he would actually die one day.

As long as he was careful, he thought nothing would happen—he always thought that way.

But now, it was too late to say anything.

Mr. Ramen listlessly put down his phone, hugging his head, curled up in the computer chair.

After sitting like that for more than ten minutes, he suddenly raised his head again.

Regaining his composure and wiping the tears from his face, Mr. Ramen calmed down.

"No, I can’t just die obscurely like this, this isn’t my fate," he spoke to himself, a resolute expression on his face.

He wanted to be famous all his life, to stand out. There was less than a day left, he couldn’t waste it like this.

He quickly changed into a clean tracksuit.

Walking on the street, Mr. Ramen’s mind once again flashed through the memories of his short life.

As a child, his academic performance was average, occasionally mischievous, but he never did anything bad. He entered society without graduating from college, had various jobs, and the longest he spent was learning to make ramen at a ramen store. The name Mr. Ramen was also a way to remember his past.

He didn’t earn much money, didn’t save much, and now at twenty-six, he hadn’t even had a romantic relationship. His life had no highlights, nothing to be proud of.

"But today is different!" Mr. Ramen mumbled, "Today will be the day I make a name for myself."

He stopped abruptly, in front of him was a square next to a park, also a place where many live streamers broadcast daily. It was noon and most streamers hadn’t arrived yet, only a few were sitting by the road, eating lunch.

Mr. Ramen walked up to those streamers and said loudly, "Guys, a big event is happening, turn on your live streams, today I’ll make you famous too." His voice was trembling.

Being introverted, he rarely became the focus of attention. Now, facing such a crowd, he inevitably felt nervous, but the moment he thought about his impending death, that nervousness vanished.