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Chapter 134 - 69: "Don’t worry, the host’s marksmanship is invincible" "Wait, how come there are no guns in this shooting game?"_3

Chapter 134: Chapter 69: "Don’t worry, the host’s marksmanship is invincible" "Wait, how come there are no guns in this shooting game?"_3

"What era are we in, still playing with traditional shooting techniques?"

Eggplant said, unconvinced.

"Damn it, this round! Let’s put it this way, if I don’t find a gun, I won’t say anything, but if I manage to get a gun and bullets and don’t kill 10 people, I lose! I’ll give away 1000 red packets directly in the live stream!"

"I refuse to believe it! No matter how fancy this game gets, at its core, it’s an FPS, and as long as it’s an FPS, shooting skills matter! I can definitely clear a path with my mighty title as the gunfight king!"

Upon hearing this, the viewers got instantly excited.

"Deal! You said it!"

"Brothers, log in!"

"Any pros out there? Go snipe Eggplant!"

"He seems to have no clue about how to play this game. In Pubg, the key is to ’survive.’ He emphasizes ’elimination,’ right?"

"Eliminated, haha!"

Eggplant slapped his face and yelled, "I’m going on a rampage this round!"

The third game, continuing with the reckless airport drop.

This time, Eggplant got serious, not even glancing at the barrage of comments, fully focused on the screen.

After dying twice in a row, he had learned his lesson.

Having grown accustomed to traditional FPS games, where even after dying and respawning, he still had guns and bullets, all he needed was to find an angle and point to engage the enemy.

But in Pubg, you don’t land with weapons, which can lead to trouble while you’re trying to arm yourself in the early game.

Lay low first; as long as I pick up a gun, slaughter mode goes on, and I’ll shut those commenters up for good!

After some observation, Eggplant noticed that several people had gone to the warehouses in front of the airport. He didn’t act recklessly this time and silently headed towards a few small houses behind him.

After entering a house, it was like a raid, as he frantically searched.

Luckily for him, his luck wasn’t bad this time.

In just two small houses, he managed to fully equip himself with basic gear.

A level-one helmet, a level-one vest, 5 bandages, an Uzi, and 60 rounds of 9mm bullets.

Quickly loading the bullets into the chamber, confidence sparkled in Eggplant’s eyes.

"Let the massacre begin!"

He remembered that people had entered those warehouses.

Since the warehouses were large and dimly-lit, with scattered shelves, it would take some time to search for equipment.

Seizing this chance, Eggplant, holding his Uzi, rushed towards the warehouses.

Just as he approached, he heard rustling footsteps inside.

"Shh..." He gestured a silence sign towards the screen with his hand, then slowly and quietly crept in with his gun ready.

Unlike traditional FPS games where you can respawn quickly and everyone likes to engage directly, dying in Pubg comes at a significant cost. Even with a quick restart, you have to wait in the lobby, then there’s the flight time, parachuting, and searching for equipment. It takes at least two to three minutes to start a new round.

Eggplant had already experienced this twice, so with the bet on the line, he had to be cautious.

As he crept into the warehouse bit by bit.

The mouse swiftly swept across, the camera rotating through the entire warehouse.

But he didn’t see anyone.

The footsteps were still nearby.

"Fuck! This guy’s just behind the wall! He’s gone full circle from where I was!" Eggplant realized suddenly.

Obviously, the other person had also heard the footsteps and, realizing someone was approaching, started circling around.

"In situations like this, don’t rush. Be patient," Eggplant positioned himself behind cover, aimed his gun, and locked on to the warehouse entrance.

Waiting for his prey to appear.

"I bet this person won’t leave. I suddenly went silent; even if it’s just out of curiosity, he’ll come in to take a peek."

"Watch me headshot him in one shot to prove my skill!" Eggplant said, his gaze fixed on the door.

And then, in the next moment!

The target indeed appeared at the entrance!

Eggplant didn’t hesitate; he pulled the trigger and a stream of bullets flew out!

However, what Eggplant didn’t expect was.

The guy didn’t zigzag like in traditional FPS games, where the whole body is visible in the sightline.

Instead...

He was leaning against the doorway, turning his body to the right, only showing a head covered by a greenish helmet.

This caused a deviation between the position of the player’s head and where Eggplant had pre-aimed.

A stream of bullets sprayed out, missing, while the player at the door immediately fired back upon spotting Eggplant behind cover.

Both reacted quickly, with the opponent evidently being an FPS pro as well.

"Dada dada!"

Sparks flew.

Eggplant’s screen turned gray again.

[Game Over]

[Kills: 0]

Staring at the grayed-out screen.

After a brief silence.

Eggplant couldn’t hold it in anymore, his cheeks quivering, he slammed his fist on the desk with a loud ’thud,’ and even managed to knock his headset around his neck.

What followed was a screech, like a pig being slaughtered.

"Stupid game!! Why the hell does this FPS have a leaning mechanic??!"

"I play your grandma!!!"

"This isn’t proper gunfighting!!!"

"This game will never get the approval from us old-school FPS players!!!"

After gasping for air and a minute-long silence.

Eggplant put his headset back on.

"Damn this game really gets to me, one more round!"