Player Reload
Chapter 297 - 274: Migrant Workers

Chapter 297: Chapter 274: Migrant Workers

"Holy crap, how come this guy’s style is so different from everyone else?"

Gray Rain, hiding by the wall, was incredibly shocked; even by players’ standards, Gouchen’s mental state in his killing spree was insanely extreme.

The previously busy subway platform had turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, with two Flying Iron Swords swiftly cutting through the tendons of the slower civilians, tripping them on the stairs and hindering the reinforcements from the ground level.

The Stormtroopers and interstellar soldiers had already discovered that firearms were ineffective against Gouchen himself, and showed quite impressive tactical skills in those moments.

Some fired at the iron swords to obstruct their flight,

others threw hand grenades, or covered each other to quickly close in on Gouchen himself, using melee weapons like combat knives, Chain Saw Swords, and Power Axes to attack.

However, toys ultimately have their limitations, and a single attack was not enough to instantly kill Gouchen;

however severely wounded he was, even if his hands and feet were severed or his neck half chopped off, a sip of Life Potion would heal him instantly.

"Really, it hurts a lot."

Gouchen’s eyes were bloodshot, and his hair was disheveled as he let out a low growl through gritted teeth.

His body burst forth with robust Sword Qi, shaking off the several interstellar soldiers suppressing him, and then lifted his right hand to recall his long-hilted Iron Sword.

With the long sword in hand, his murderous intent surged even more.

Gouchen blocked the incoming Power Axe with his sword and, driven by an unknown skill, his feet shifted his body in a ghostly slide, getting behind the interstellar soldier,

he pressed his left hand onto the Ceramic Steel Shoulder Armor of the soldier, kicked several times against the enemy’s Armor, and with a light leap,

plunged his right hand’s long sword into the weak junction between the helmet and the neck Armor, decapitating the soldier’s head along with the helmet like a can opener.

Another fearless interstellar soldier rushed over, his arms clasping Gouchen tightly like iron clamps, his palms holding a beeping Hot Melt Hand Grenade.

Boom!

The hand grenade exploded with a thunderous roar, and although Gouchen managed to crush a specific molar in the depth of his mouth to activate a temporary shield that blocked most of the grenade’s power just in time,

the horrific heat that escaped still penetrated both the shield and the Optical Deviation Protective Device’s double defenses, melting away his entire right side and right cheek.

Splatter, plop.

The rotting flesh from Gouchen’s cheek slipped to the ground, his right eye socket was empty, half of his jaw and his entire right arm were obliterated.

He knelt on one knee, reached into his Backpack with his remaining left hand, and grabbed a Medium Life Potion, pouring it directly down his throat along his absent jaw.

Lots of the liquid spilled onto the ground, but it didn’t matter; as long as the player performed the action defined as "drinking" by the game, the Life Potion would take effect.

The next second, buds of new flesh grew from the molten rot, broken bones regenerated, a new eyeball formed in the socket.

An unscathed Gouchen stood up again, his right upper body bare, looking like an Ancient Greek philosopher in a robe.

’Damn, how many potions has he chugged in just this short time, is he some sort of drug addict warrior or what? Isn’t he afraid of developing tolerance?’

Li Cheng lashed out in his mind,

The Global Supernatural Alliance had once conducted a rather famous experiment where they brought in a Transcendent. In his left eye was the three-tomoe Sharingan from "Naruto," while his right eye was a high-tech electronic prosthetic eye of equal worth.

The Transcendent drank a Life Potion first, with no effect.

Then he removed the right prosthetic eye and drank another Life Potion, regrowing a natural, ordinary eyeball with perfect 5.0 vision in the right socket.

Based on this, GOC believes that the essence of the Life Potion is "to restore the user’s body to a complete state," not "perfect healing."

To draw an analogy, the act of drinking a Life Potion is somewhat like saving and loading in a video game or downloading a saved image from the Internet.

Repeatedly uploading and downloading an image will cause green noise to appear on the image, resulting in "electronic corruption."

The resistance to Life Potion is based on the same principle—drinking too much in a short time will make the body consider injury normal, leading to an increasing resistance that subtly reduces the healing effect.

Just the number of Life Potions that Gouchen drank is equivalent to the Game Coins an ordinary player would earn from several missions, fighting for their life.

"Very good."

Gouchen, with his right upper body bare, swept his cold gaze over the subway platform, where only a few interstellar soldiers and Stormtroopers could still stand.

Since these soldiers are so loyal and dutiful, let them watch with their own eyes how the citizens they protect are wiped out.

Gouchen released the Iron Sword, sending it flying towards the stairs to strike at a Lego child protected in his mother’s arms.

"Stop!"

A roar from above the subway stairs came as a blonde figure dived down, swinging a Kunai with precision to knock the Iron Sword away, narrowly saving the Lego mother and child.

"Hm?"

Gouchen raised an eyebrow, observing from a distance the blond youth with an angry expression, wearing a Wood Leaf Headband, "Naruto Uzumaki? Are you the City Hall’s highest combat power? Just you?"

"And me."

The slender youth with orange hair, carrying a large sword on his back, stepped down from the stairs, Kurosaki Ichigo looked at the subway platform riddled with death and injury, his eyes stern and fierce.

"Hoho, both protagonists from the manual labor manga series Bleach and Hokage have arrived. What an honor."

Gouchen’s mouth spoke of honor, but the corners of his lips curled into a cold smirk, showing no fear.

He didn’t agree with Frankenstein’s previous taunts that he was a Walking Dead driven by lost souls, but the strong soul from the Otherworld truly endowed him with the Quality that a Transcendent should have.

Gouchen calmly said, "City Hall is said to have three main enforcers; if you two are here, the third one can’t be far behind."

"You’re right."

The voice of the third person came from above the stairs, a limp rubber body with long legs, slowly stepping down.

It was the renowned rubber man...

Mr. Fantastic, Reed Richards, from the American comic "Fantastic Four."

"WTF? What is this all about?"

Li Cheng, who lay on the ground with Gray Rain pretending to be dead, upon seeing the middle-aged Caucasian man in a tight suit,

couldn’t help but widen his eyes, inwardly expressing disbelief, "Wait, the big three from the manual labor comics all perished, the first two are the protagonists, why is the third rubber man coming from an American comic movie set."

This is not keeping with the formation!

Could it be because One Piece is not yet concluded, and Lu Fei’s crossover fees and payments are too high to afford?!"

The sudden appearance of a serious Mr. Fantastic also left Gouchen speechless.

The styles of Ichigo and Naruto, both from Japanese manga, contrasted sharply with the rugged American comic style of Mr. Fantastic, making for an awkward group.

Forget it, no matter what, aside from the settings of various mixed comics, Mr. Fantastic’s performance in the movies is not very strong, he should be easier to handle than One Piece’s Lu Fei, right...