Serial Player
Chapter 643 - 316: Omega

Chapter 643: Chapter 316: Omega

Abel’s combat strength is impressive, capable of materializing edged weapons out of thin air.

From the perspective of players, he is a terrifying existence with strength, agility, and physique all nearing 13 points.

But he’s even more troublesome than players.

He can’t die... or perhaps more accurately, he can resurrect.

Every time his body dies, the corpse quickly decays and is re-forged within a stone coffin.

His stone coffin functions like a respawn point.

Of course, the time it takes to resurrect varies greatly, ranging from six hours to twenty-five years.

Abel is a dangerous Abnormality. After leaving his stone coffin, he will try to locate the nearest human, ignoring any other creatures along the way. Upon encountering living humans, he will enter a berserk state and fight them until they are killed.

However, the containment found that he had a certain respect for strong opponents. When he learned that a special agent who had shot him several times had been sacrificed in a mission, he calmed down and willingly allowed himself to be killed and contained.

Utilizing this, containment formed Pandora’s Box, also known as the Mobile Task Force Omega-7, with him as the core.

He personally selected the members of the team, and despite causing some trouble, Abel did indeed become a powerful weapon for containment.

Sometimes, he enjoyed playing very much.

Especially against powerful enemies, Abel would always be in an excited and berserk state.

As for this special squad, they were currently resting at the site. They said in one mission, Abel played so hard that he killed himself and is now being re-forged in his stone coffin.

If there were an emergency, they would certainly not sit idly by.

"Abel... If he stood with us, our advantage would be enormous." In the smoking room of the site, a blond man in a white robe looked at the black-haired young man smoking beside him and said, "You did well, inviting us to join this mission."

The blond man was Darcy, a member of the British player organization, City of Dreams. His ’identity’ was a doctor at the site.

He was tall, wearing a white robe and glasses, and looked refined.

However, those who knew him understood how terrifying he could be in battle. He was an opponent no one wanted to face.

The black-haired young man beside him nodded, saying, "It’s only natural. This is a win-win cooperation. Among the friends I know, you’re the strongest. Of course, I need your help."

He was a member of the Neon player organization, Thousand Birds. Tokyo Sword Master.

He and Darcy had met in a mission before. When he found out that Darcy’s organization was the City of Dreams on the leaderboard, he invited Darcy and his allies to participate in the Guild War this time.

There were many items contained by the containment that were of interest to players.

If they could find an opportunity to obtain a few of them, it would be a leap forward for the player organization.

"I hope your esteemed self can honor the agreement and help us in the Hundred Generals Trial Sword." Tokyo Sword Master said in the security personnel’s uniform. His ’identity’ was security personnel of this site.

In fact, he was not very old, a middle school student from a Tokyo school. Due to his family running a Kendo dojo, his sword skills were superb. On the way home from school one day, he killed a bizarre creature with a wooden sword and became a player.

"Hundred Generals Trial Sword... Don’t worry, City of Dreams won’t abandon its allies." Darcy looked at Tokyo Sword Master and said, "Additionally, be careful. The containment might have already noticed the existence of [Player]. If we don’t want to be contained or dissected, we better not use any abilities beyond comprehension."

"Don’t worry, I’ve taken that into account. It’s just a pity that I won’t be able to witness your Infinite Labyrinth."

"Hahaha, there will be a chance. So...just wait here for the enemy players to make their move. I wonder how they will steal."

...

On the other side, on a highway.

A team of Splitters en route to their destination suddenly stopped along the side of the road.

They were all carefully selected fighters, even used to directly confront anomalies, with formidable combat abilities.

However, at this moment, their faces were flushed as they all vomited violently on the side of the road, as if trying to vomit everything out.

Twenty meters away in the woods, Little Tornado calmly drank two bottles of white liquor and was opening the third.

It was pure Northeast sorghum knife-cut spirits, said to be the highest alcohol content in China.

It’s the kind that evaporates in seconds when spilled on the ground.

When Little Drill Wind’s ability was activated, as he drank the liquor, those affected were also stimulated by the alcohol.

One after another, they became dizzy and disoriented, unable to vomit. They hadn’t drunk any alcohol, but their bodies felt the effects of the drunkenness.

"We... are under an anomaly attack! Requesting... requesting backup!" The leader of the squad sent the message with his last strength on the communicator before collapsing to the ground.

From their perspective, they had indeed been attacked by an anomaly. This was the very condition Li Changhe and the others needed.

Once they called for help, Li Changhe and his team would have a chance of taking action.

After making sure they were all knocked out, Little Drill Wind struck his stomach fiercely, vomiting out the white liquor skillfully, wiping his mouth and saying, "That’s it? Their alcohol tolerance is terrible."

Mr. Bai immediately stepped forward, arranging the incapacitated men and using his Mind Scalpel to extract information from them.

Players had limited information on Splitters, so this was a valuable opportunity.

Li Changhe then looked at Little Drill Wind and said, "During a fight, you probably wouldn’t have a chance to drink this much, right?"

"I’m already a level 9 player. I wouldn’t only have one Title Skill." Little Drill Wind grinned, "Don’t underestimate me just because I’m an Auxiliary. When necessary, I can be an offensive player too."

"You really are reliable." Li Changhe nodded, "Let’s hope this time it’s easier."

(Sorry for the changes)