Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!
Chapter 103 - 96 There is No Batman in This World

Chapter 103: Chapter 96 There is No Batman in This World

As the massive "Glutton" moved away, Smith, standing beside him, spoke again, "Zhao, I’ve just tallied the remaining food and water."

"What’s the situation?"

"We don’t have much in the way of supplies left. Although we’re not hungry now, we will soon be facing a food shortage."

Wang Hao nodded.

In his briefcase, there were four Snickers Energy Bars.

However, he did not contribute them.

After all, there was too little to go around, and such a small amount of energy bars would not make much of a difference for so many people.

He thought for a while and then said slowly, "It’s best not to eat the remaining food and save it for keeping us alive in case we’re discovered by something bizarre..."

"As long as we have food in our hands, we still have a chance to survive."

Smith exhaled a murky breath from his lungs, "I think so too, most people’s phones are turned off to save battery for the headquarters’ rescue."

The desperate times were not yet over. After everything that had just happened, even a C-level Investigator felt mentally drained...

"Everyone, we will be rescued from the outside world. Without any food, the human body can sustain for a month, so please try not to move and minimize the consumption of energy."

This Investigator from the Mysterious Bureau seemed to have no extra thoughts; he just wanted to hide here and await external rescue.

Wang Hao couldn’t help shaking his head, somewhat disapprovingly.

The life and death of the general populace had little to do with him, and he was not so saintly as to want to save everyone in the game.

But the survival rate of the civilians might be related to the "completion rate of the game," so he had to take it somewhat seriously and try to save as many as possible.

In contrast, this official organization’s employee seriously lacked initiative!

"Waiting for rescue? We’ve run to a parallel world, how can we still wait for a rescue?"

A person can last a week without food with no problem, but enduring a month seems a bit difficult. Low blood sugar and electrolyte imbalance could lead to unconsciousness.

Without water, one can only last two or three days.

In a state of prolonged hunger and dehydration, it’s impossible to run or jump.

If we wait until we have no energy left to act, what’s the difference between that and waiting to die?

Moreover, he wouldn’t possibly just hide here while playing a game. That would be too boring.

Some wanted to make a suggestion, "Officer, is there really a headquarters... are there Spiderman, Batman, Iron Man, Captain America? Do the stories of the Marvel Universe really exist?"

"God, your question is like a cockroach in the sewer!" Smith said with a stern face and an unfriendly tone, "I’ll tell you now, they don’t exist! There’s no Batman! There’s no Iron Man, and all that about Superman is fake..."

Smith wanted to curse out loud, but hearing footsteps in the distance, he forcefully held back.

He himself started to have doubts.

Any rescue from headquarters simply did not exist, so he angrily said, "Shut up, if you don’t want the monsters to find us, close your stinking mouth!"

"Whether there’s rescue or not, we can only hide in this damn place! Be a good sewer rat and stop asking questions, OK?!"

Then no one spoke.

After all, to be alive was already extremely fortunate. The less intelligent ones had already been devoured by the bizarre creatures.

The diameter of these concrete pipes was about a meter or so, everyone crouched in the sewer. The sewer wasn’t too full, with just a few centimeters of depth, and it was still decreasing.

But for these civilians, the mental torment was far greater than the physical fatigue.

After witnessing such horrifying scenes, everyone was in trepidation; some were shaking all over, even developing a high fever.

From now on, they would have hardly any food to eat and could only drink water from the sewer. Some clever people had laid plastic sheets on the pipe so that the drops of condensation formed from the evaporated water might be a bit cleaner.

This small amount of evaporated water was enough for short-term consumption and to prevent dehydration.

"Don’t be irritable, Smith, think hard. Have you discovered the contradictions in these creatures’ behavior?"

Wang Hao thought for a while, then asked again, "These ’Gluttons,’ let’s just call them that, their behavioral rules shouldn’t be too difficult to decipher."

Smith paused, then said in a low voice, "Based on our observations, they hunt for their targets using sight, smell, and hearing. Smell plays a large part, but we can’t rule out the other senses."

"Upon finding a target, they beg for food like beggars, if you repeat ’I’m so hungry’ or similar phrases three times, they will attack and swallow the person whole."

Wang Hao nodded, "That’s right, so we need to go out and search for some supplies."

"If we wait until our energy is exhausted and there’s still no rescue, wouldn’t that be the end of us?"

"Go out?"

"Leaving our fate in the hands of others is never a good thing," Wang Hao’s voice lowered, "Do you really think the headquarters has the ability to rescue us?"

"Let’s not even start with the Black-clothed Guards. Does your Mysterious Bureau have the capability? They don’t! You should know this, right? We can only rely on ourselves!"

Wang Hao didn’t actually know the real strength of the human official forces within the game setting.

Wang Hao didn’t even know how many human Supernatural Organizations there were.

But he figured they couldn’t be too strong; if humans could easily crush the strange, then the entire Game setting would collapse!

Would there still be a need for Players? No!

The Game developers wouldn’t be that foolish.

Sure enough, as expected, Smith hesitated for a moment and his face fell in disappointment.

Did headquarters really have the ability to rescue them? He was doubtful.

All that "Saving Private Ryan" spirit, "a brave heart filled with righteousness and compassion"—those who believed in such slogans were either naïve or idiots!

Headquarters’ decisions were always ruthless; human lives were merely numbers.

The disappearing tram incidents weren’t a one or two-time thing, but dozens!

Not a single tram of people had been rescued!

This much, Smith was crystal clear about.

Headquarters would most likely continue to observe, carefully probing to gather more information.

Witnessing his silent expression, Wang Hao guessed the gist of it: "So, we have to get out."

"We’re not certain to die if we encounter these strange creatures, what is there to fear... We just need to throw them some food, walk them like dogs, and we can escape."

"There must still be supplies in such a huge mall that they haven’t found."

"These civilians can hide here, but do you also want to passively wait for death by hiding out?"

When Anthony Smith was faced with this, he felt torn and reluctantly steeled himself, "Zhao, do you really have confidence?"

Wang Hao replied, "If you don’t want to go out, it’s fine by me to go alone. Since we’ve already figured out the rules governing these weird things, what’s to fear?"

Smith, as an Investigator for the Mysterious Bureau, actually didn’t care much about the life and death of ordinary people.

If they could save these civilians, they would; if not, then so be it—after all, in their convictions, their own lives mattered the most. There wasn’t any doctrine about fighting for the people until death.

But passively awaiting death certainly wasn’t a wise choice...

But he was too weak.

With no powerful Strange Objects in hand and only a Protective Talisman, how could he have the capability to run out and search for supplies?

The thought of those terrifying creatures made him doubt himself.

Anthony Smith couldn’t help but admire the middle-aged man before him; having found a safe place, he still thought about breaking out to investigate—such mental fortitude was not something ordinary people possessed...

In his heart, he wavered as to whether to continue clinging to this "strong leg"? If they really found supplies and this guy didn’t come back, what should they, this group of people, do?

Who wouldn’t want to have all the resources for themselves?!

Okay, Wang Hao, merrily playing the Game, his way of thinking was different from that of normal people.

He was seeking a higher completion rate, exploring more of the storyline; staying here probably wouldn’t unfold more of the plot.

"...This coward doesn’t want to follow me out; I’ll have to search alone. My efficiency will drop by a lot."

What puzzled him was the behavioral rules of these "Gluttons"; they seemed to have their own territory and didn’t interact much with each other.

This was very strange!

Could it be exploited?

Wang Hao suddenly had a peculiar idea: "I have a major question—can these Gluttons distinguish what’s food?"

"They would swallow human food, even kitchen waste. But things like streetlights or plants, they don’t touch. Look, there’s a piece of shit on the roadside that hasn’t been eaten by any Glutton yet."

He displayed his recorded content; the shit was fairly thick, a golden color, probably produced by a large dog, with lots of flies buzzing around it.

Smith was stunned for a second, glanced at the feces in the photo, and swore to himself, "Oh, shit!"

"It means they do not eat everything indiscriminately but have some ability to discern, why?"

Smith mulled over the question and replied, "I’m not sure. According to current theoretical research, the strange generally lack intelligence. But when it comes to eating, there might be some instinctual rules."

"These instincts should be the very basic animalistic rules."

Wang Hao asked further: "The things they’re eating now are different from typical animal food; food in packaging that has no scent."

"Yet, they can distinguish lollipops, sausages as edible. If they were wild animals, they probably wouldn’t recognize these as food."

"Do they possess human thought?"

"That’s impossible; the strange can’t have human thought and reason," Anthony Smith, with a furrowed brow, forced himself to analyze, "because humans are low-entropy beings, while the strange are idealism life forms. Only low-entropy beings can give birth to a soul, have thoughts."

"Even Evil God Level strange beings don’t have their own thought."

His eyes suddenly lit up, "Unless..."

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