ctnovel Chapter 11 The whole internet is mocking him for going crazy? One shovel strike, and A-grade golden
Chapter 11 The whole internet is mocking him for going crazy? One shovel strike, and A-grade golden
Three pale gold lines of text floated in the center of the panel.
Su Chen's gaze swept from the first line to the third line.
He reread all three intelligence reports word for word.
[Intelligence 1: Proceed approximately 300 meters along the current route. An A-grade supply crate is buried 1.8 meters underground. It contains 1 A-grade gene enhancement drug, 1 advanced medical kit, 1 portable water purifier, and 1 portable wilderness survival kit.]
The all-terrain tracks that drop from the first kill silver chest are only D-grade parts, but they are enough to make a wrecked tricycle roam freely in the swamp.
The specific effects of Grade A gene-enhancing drugs are still unknown.
But the rating is there, and its significance is self-evident.
[Intelligence 2: A concealed second-tier acidic quicksand trap exists approximately 150 meters ahead. The surface is indistinguishable from the surrounding swamp; any object weighing over 30 kilograms passing over it will instantly trigger the trap, completely engulfing and corroding the target within 3 seconds.]
Su Chen's feet were on the pedals.
150 m.
Without this intelligence, they would have run over that location at full speed, people and vehicle alike.
Triggered instantly.
Dissolves in 3 seconds.
He continued looking at the third one.
[Intelligence 3: Proceed approximately 500 meters along the current route. After sunrise, this area will witness an extremely rare natural spectacle, "Morning Mist Dawn." Creatures who fully observe this spectacle will receive a permanent buff: Enhanced Perception (a permanent 30% increase in all senses, including vision, hearing, touch, agility, strength, and constitution).]
Permanent gain.
Non-disposable medication, with no time limit.
Three pieces of intelligence sketched out a precise route in my mind.
First, pass through the 150-meter trap zone, then dig down to 300 meters, and finally reach about 500 meters to sleep and wait for the sunrise.
The order cannot be changed.
With both feet on the pedals, the tricycle restarted.
The metal tracks rolled over the hard foundation, producing a dull sound.
Inside Da Xia's live stream, the scene was extremely monotonous. After midnight, Su Chen finished his compressed rations and started pedaling his tricycle again.
[It's midnight, and Su Shen is pedaling again!]
[Doesn't Su Shen sleep? It's been over six hours!]
[Where to ride in the middle of the night? It's all foggy ahead, there's not a single landmark!]
[Don't rush me, when has Su Shen ever missed a task? Just wait and see!]
There were only a few comments, and it hadn't gained any traction yet.
A large number of English comments instantly flooded the screen.
Just as netizens in the United States were celebrating Marcus's victory in killing the F-level monster, hundreds of thousands more flooded into the Great Xia live stream.
The translation plugin translates in real time, filling the screen with noise.
[Riding a tricycle in the middle of the night instead of sleeping? Is he delivering food? Hahaha!]
Marcus is hunting, Su Chen is jogging at night. The difference between a hunter and a deliveryman.
[He's completely lost and still wandering around aimlessly; just wait and see him fall into a mud pit!]
The Great Xia's barrage was subjected to a dense onslaught, and the counterattack was swift and fierce.
[Showing off for killing a rat? And flaunting a feat of sharing a single bottle of water among ten thousand people?]
[Su Shen's first global kill, everyone's lifespan increased by 1! You guys can't even afford a soda after killing an F-rank.]
[A deliveryman? Your hunters are killing rats, while Su Shen instantly kills a D-level monster that even a heavy machine gun can't penetrate. Who's the deliveryman here?]
The barrage battle erupted once again.
The Lighthouse Country Studio.
James Hall popped open a can of beer, pointing at the screen with a crooked grin.
"Ladies and gentlemen, look at what the pride of the Great Xia Kingdom is doing."
"At midnight, I was pedaling a tricycle on a barren field."
He turned his head to look at the co-host.
"Running for your life? Or lost and too afraid to stop?"
The deputy host chuckled twice but didn't reply.
James was completely unaware, his knuckles tapping on the table.
"Su Chen is indeed courageous, but that's all. He relies on luck to kill monsters, and blindly wanders around, without any strategic planning!"
"It's not even in the same league as Marcus's systematic hunting!"
The US was flooded with "USA" comments on the screen.
The audience at Daxia was furious.
[Systematic hunting? Killing rats is considered systematic? My cat knows more than him!]
[One kills D-rank enemies, the other kills F-rank enemies, and they actually dare to compare strategies?]
[I suggest Marcus kill a hundred rats to collect enough for ten thousand bottles of water, and then sponsor a water supply project for the United States.]
Su Chen focused all his attention on the front of the tracks.
One hundred and twenty meters.
One hundred and thirty meters.
The hard base strip extends outwards smoothly, the mud is very shallow, and the vehicle body is stable.
One hundred and forty meters.
The pedaling speed slowed down significantly.
The ground within a five-meter radius in front of me was indistinguishable from the ground beneath my feet. It was the same yellowish-brown color, with the same thin layer of mud, and even smoother.
145 meters.
The tracks have completely stopped rotating.
Su Chen suddenly twisted the handlebars, and the front wheel veered sharply to the left by nearly forty degrees.
The tricycle drew an arc in place and slowly advanced along the edge of the mud on the right.
It completely bypassed the smoothest and safest area of ground directly in front of it.
James slammed his fist on the table and laughed so hard he almost fell over.
"Hahaha! Did you see that?! A sudden big turn in the middle of the night!"
He wiped the beer foam from the corner of his mouth.
"What is he hiding from? The air?"
"Post-gas damage! His sense of direction and judgment are completely disrupted!"
The deputy host hesitated for a moment before speaking.
"The road ahead is indeed very flat in the picture, so this lane-changing decision looks... very unreasonable."
The barrage of comments from the United States instantly went wild.
[He's completely gone mad! He won't take the good road, he'll take a detour!]
[Neurotoxicity aftereffects confirmed! His brain's malfunctioned!]
Concerns also surfaced in Da Xia's live stream.
To be honest, that plot of land in front looks pretty normal...
[Could Su Shen really be in trouble? The nerve-damaging effects of the poison gas—]
Don't panic! Has Su Shen ever made a foolproof move?
Su Chen walked along the edge of the flat ground.
The wheel was less than two meters from the ground at its closest point.
Disturbances came from deep within the thick fog.
Its four claws stomped on the muddy ground in alternating steps, making a clattering sound as it rapidly approached.
A grayish-brown creature burst out of the mist.
It is knee-length, with sparsely distributed hard spines along its back, a pointed mouth with protruding teeth, and cloudy, yellowish eyes.
The system pops up an information box.
[Class F Aberration - Spiny Swamp Rat]
The swamp rat's target, running at full speed, is the smoothest, safest area directly in front of it.
The moment the front paws stepped into the mud—
The ground collapsed.
The entire flat area transformed into a swirling liquid vortex within half a second, with the grayish-yellow mud spinning rapidly and emitting a piercing hissing sound.
A strong, sour, putrid smell suddenly rose up.
The swamp rat's limbs were instantly engulfed in a vortex.
It struggled only once.
The grayish-brown fur rapidly turned black, dissolved, and peeled off, and the hard thorns fell into the whirlpool without even causing a ripple.
two seconds.
The torso turned into flowing mucus.
three seconds.
No remains were found.
The vortex continued to spin several more times, then slowly contracted, smoothing itself back to its original, smooth shape.
Su Chen stepped on the pedal, rolling over the edge without tilting his head even slightly.
There was a two-second absolute silence in the chat room of Da Xia's live stream.
Then it exploded completely.
Holy crap!!!
[Trap!!! That flattest patch of ground is a trap!!!]
[Three seconds! A monster was dissolved into water in just three seconds! Not even a trace remained!]
[If Su Shen had run over them directly—both the person and the car would be gone!!!]
[He avoided it beforehand! James said he was mentally unstable??? He said he made random turns in the middle of the night???]
[Hahaha, the slap in the face came so fast, like a tornado!!!]
[There was "nothing" before? People from the US, come out and say it again!!!]
Official studio.
Zhao Mingyuan gripped the table tightly with both hands, staring intently at the trap that had been restored to its original state.
Lin Xiaotang's hand, holding the water glass, hovered in mid-air.
Zhao Mingyuan slumped back into his chair and rubbed his face vigorously.
"Sour and rotten quicksand".
The voice was tense.
"The system indicates that it is a unique terrain killer specific to the S-level disaster zone. Its surface is completely indistinguishable from the surrounding environment, with no visual difference, and it is absolutely impossible to identify with the naked eye."
Lin Xiaotang put down her water glass.
"How did Su Chen find out?"
Zhao Mingyuan shook his head.
"Slowing down and turning at 145 meters left a full five meters of safety margin. This was not a last-minute evasive maneuver, but a preemptive assessment."
He looked directly into the camera.
"To precisely avoid deadly traps in the dense fog."
Zhao Mingyuan's eyes were filled with mockery.
"As for the 'mental disorder' and 'reckless lane changes' mentioned by the commentator from the United States..."
"I suggested he keep the video and distribute it as a negative example."
The live stream from the United States.
The beer can rolled to the ground.
The wine dripped down the edge of the table and onto James Hall's trousers.
He remained motionless.
The death trap on the screen remained perfectly smooth.
An F-class aberration, bone melts in three seconds.
The deputy host tilted his head to look at him, his lips moving several times, but he didn't dare to make a sound.
James sat frozen in front of the broadcast console.
The image on the screen was crystal clear, and the quicksand trap had once again regained its smooth camouflage.
The chat in Da Xia's live stream instantly went berserk.
[James! Are you embarrassed enough? Want to predict Suarez's next move?]
[An F-grade rat melts into bones in three seconds! If Su Shen hadn't dodged it, both he and the car would be gone! Is this what you call a nervous disorder?]
[High-energy warning ahead: Please have the commentator from the US say "Su Chen is finished" again. I want to see if the speed at which they can be proven wrong breaks the record.]
The barrage of comments was overwhelming.
The foreign language comments that flooded in from the US looking to cause trouble have all disappeared.
The official studio of Da Xia.
Zhao Mingyuan put down his teacup, glanced at the comments section, and stopped commenting on James.
The facts themselves speak for themselves.
Lin Xiaotang looked directly at the camera and spoke at a steady pace.
"Currently, player Su Chen has successfully bypassed the trap area and continues to advance. His health is stable at 73 points, and he is in good condition."
She paused slightly.
"As for the expert analysis from the commentator from the United States... just take it as entertainment."
In the scene, Su Chen's tricycle picks up speed again.
The metal tracks rolled over the hard ground with a steady rhythm.
The dense fog on both sides receded behind us, severely limiting visibility, but the road surface felt solid and there was no feeling of sinking.
180 meters.
Two hundred meters.
250 meters.
Su Chen's pedaling frequency remained completely unchanged.
After more than six hours of intense work, my legs were already sore, swollen, and numb.
But the force with which he stomped down was astonishingly consistent.
All I could think about were the numbers the system gave me.
three hundred.
280 meters.
Two hundred and ninety meters.
The track speed slowed down.
Two hundred and ninety-eight.
three hundred.
The tricycle was parked.
Su Chen got out of the car.
Thick fog rolled all around, and the soil beneath his feet was dry and firm, no different from any other hard ground he had ever walked on.
He bent down and pulled a rusty shovel from the truck bed.
With the shovel blade pointing downwards, grip the wooden handle tightly with both hands.
work hard.
A shovel slammed into the ground.
The soil and rocks collapsed, and fragments of earth flew everywhere.
The second shovel. The third shovel.
At a little past midnight, Su Chen began to dig with all his might at a flat, unremarkable piece of land.
Da Xia's live stream paused for two seconds.
【? ? ? 】
[Digging again???]
Wait, is there a monster underfoot this time too?!
The audience split into two camps: one group chose to remain silent and wait, while the other group began to get impatient.
The live stream in Japan exploded.
Tactical analysis expert Masaki Fujino suddenly stood up and pointed at the big screen, rapidly outputting his analysis.
"He's insane!!!"
He adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses, his tone resolute.
"Having worked continuously for over six hours, experiencing acid, toxic gas, and a near-death escape, his adrenaline must have been completely depleted!"
Masaki Fujino slammed his hand on the table.
"This pointless digging will only accelerate muscle breakdown! The right thing to do is to rest immediately, not go crazy staring at empty space!"
Japanese viewers quickly joined in with sarcastic comments.
In the US livestream, James found a lifeline.
He tore open a new can of beer and took a big gulp.
"Did you see that?"
He pointed at Su Chen wielding a shovel on the screen, his voice rising.
"Dr. Fujino is absolutely right. This is the precursor to collapse! Human energy has its limits; you can't survive in an S-class disaster zone by brute force alone!"
Da Xia's live stream was immediately bombarded with foreign language comments.
Su Chen is devastated! The expert's judgment was correct!
[Physical exhaustion and mental breakdown, I'm about to collapse.]
The audience of Daxia fought back with gritted teeth, but their confidence was clearly lacking.
A person is desperately digging a hole in the thick fog.
The official studio of Da Xia.
Lin Xiaotang looked at Zhao Mingyuan.
Zhao Mingyuan stared intently at the screen, observing every shovelful of Su Chen's fall.
As the soil gradually hardened, the vibrations from the shovel caused Su Chen's arm to tilt slightly.
The rusted blade of the shovel was chipped at the edge.
The digging didn't stop.
"Professor Zhao, what do you think?" Lin Xiaotang asked.
Zhao Mingyuan remained silent for a few seconds.
"I'm not sure what he's digging for."
He leaned forward and pointed to the replay.
"But the spacing between each shovel strike was consistent, and the digging rhythm was regular. He achieved the optimal distribution of his physical strength."
"This is not something a mentally unstable person could do."
Zhao Mingyuan leaned back in his chair.
"Let's wait for the results."
On the screen, the shovel kept falling.
The pit is more than one meter deep.
Su Chen's breathing was extremely heavy, and his clothes were completely soaked, clinging to his skin.
The skin on my forearm was ruptured from the acid burns, blood mixed with mud, and the pain was excruciating.
But he gripped the shovel tightly, maintaining his strength.
The mockery on foreign websites intensified.
The number of comments on Da Xia's screen is getting sparser.
"[Su Shen...are you really alright? It's so deep...it's all dirt...]"
[Stop digging, can't we rest first...?]
Su Chen gritted his teeth and swung the shovel again.
The soil color changed abruptly.
The dried yellowish-brown turned dark brown and became extremely hard.
1.8 meters tall.
clang.
The crisp sound of metal colliding echoed through the tunnel.
The enormous recoil force traveled along the shovel handle into the space between the thumb and forefinger.
Su Chen stopped what he was doing.
He threw down his shovel, knelt at the bottom of the pit, and used his hands to dig away the loose soil and gravel.
Ten fingers dug into the mud crevices.
A sliver of light peeked through a crack in the ground.
It's gold.
Su Chen gripped the edge of the object with both hands, exerting force from his waist and back at the same time.
A metal box about half an arm's length was forcibly pulled from the bottom of the pit to the ground.
The soil was shaken off.
The golden patterns on the surface of the box were all lit up, and the powerful light cut through the surrounding gray-white fog.
A unified announcement popped up at the top of the global live stream screen.
[Su Chen (Great Xia Kingdom) has discovered an A-grade supply crate!]