A Race to (Be) The Top - Chapter 67

Friendly reminder: In the next game, you only have a life span of one hour, please cherish every minute.

Ling Xiaolu: “One hour?”

>>Randomly assigning birthplace…

The bodies of the two gradually became transparent, and Ji Meng lowered his head and hurriedly confessed: “Be alive, I’m going to find you!”

Ling Xiaolu:? ?

There was a flash of light before my eyes, and it was a different world when I opened my eyes. The surrounding atmosphere is not so comfortable, the colors are suppressed, and the music is low.

An “adult” in a blood-stained and worn-out combat uniform appeared in his field of vision, with a submachine gun in one hand behind his head, and a bag wrapped in dirty cloth in the other, looking like he had just picked up waste from outside Return.

“That…” Ling Xiaolu said tentatively.

The adult was taken aback, turned his head, only then realized the existence of Ling Xiaolu.

“I thought there would be no children born in this refuge.”

“child?”

The adult came over, looked at Ling Xiaolu from head to toe, and stretched out a hand from the height: “Hello, Lubi.”

Ling Xiaolu looked at the big hand in front of him, and raised his hand hesitantly, only to halfway it, and found that something was wrong.

“How did my hand become a child’s hand?” He stared at his immature hand in surprise, touched his face inconceivably, and finally looked down, “I’m getting smaller!”

The adult closed his hand: “This is the first time you play this game?”

Ling Xiaolu replied desperately: “Yes.” With this name, who can be fooled twice?

“Don’t worry, you were a child when you were born, but you will grow up soon.”

Ling Xiaolu looked at him uncertainly: “Are you… a player?”

“Of course, like you, you will be like me soon.”

He hugged Ling Xiaolu lightly, and Ling Xiaolu realized that the place he was just now was a shabby trash can.

……Which kind of PUBG player is this? This is simply picking up a child in the trash can! !

“What should I call you?” Ling Xiaolu hadn’t been hugged like this in more than ten years, a little embarrassed.

“Theoretically, it’s called Dad.”

Ling Xiaolu:? ? ?

“Haha, but if you are embarrassed, you can call my uncle.”

“Uncle!” Ling Xiaolu said without hesitation.

The uncle opened a sturdy safety door, carried Ling Xiaolu in, and placed it on the ground.

“Uncle give you a brief introduction to the background of the game.”

“Good uncle!”

“Humans have been infected by the zombie virus. The outside is full of zombies. We are surviving humans. This is a refuge.”

Ling Xiaolu waited for a long time: “It’s over?”

“Ok!”

“There are too few surviving humans!”

“No, no, there are many refuges like this one, and only you and me are left in this refuge.”

“What about the others?”

“Just before you came, this place was attacked by zombies. Everyone except me died.”

“…” The cruel world!

The uncle patted him on the head: “Don’t worry, although our refuge is short of resources, uncle must find a way to raise you up.”

“Thank you, uncle!”

The uncle took the emergency cans he picked up today and gave him to eat: “Eat more, you will grow faster after eating.”

The cans looked dirty, and the expiration date was unknown. If Ling Xiaolu didn’t know that this was a game item, he wouldn’t dare to take it lightly.

“Uncle, can you tell me more about how to play this game?” He asked as he ate.

“It’s actually very simple. It is to ensure that you will not die, not starve to death, not freeze to death, or be bitten to death by zombies.”

“So easy?”

“It’s not easy to do this. If you stay in the refuge for a long time, you will starve to death, and you may be eaten when you go out to find food. The shelters with a large number of people are generally divided into labor and cooperation. Well-equipped people go out to open up wasteland, that is, killing monsters and picking up trash.”

“Oh,” Ling Xiaolu nodded, “Uncle, why don’t you eat it?”

Uncle was happy: “Let’s just order food, uncle ate, what do you eat?”

Ling Xiaolu stopped in embarrassment, “Isn’t it because I took my uncle’s ration?”

“You can rest assured to eat, adults are more tolerant of hunger, uncle is not so easy to starve to death.”

“Huh?” Ling Xiaolu looked at his hand, “I seem to have grown up a bit.”

“The newcomer was six years old when they first arrived, and then grew one year old every minute. At the age of fourteen, you can help with work, and you can go out at the age of eighteen.

“It’s pretty fast!”

“Of course, you will die when you live at the age of sixty-six. After all, it is the age of zombies, with difficult conditions and not that long life span.”

“How old is Uncle now?”

“Forty-four, if there is no accident, uncle can take you to an adult.”

He stood up: “Come on, uncle teaches you a simple work process first, so that you can get started directly later. We have fewer people, so it will take a little harder.”

“No problem uncle!”

…

Ji Meng was born in a prosperous refuge. The adult who first found him was taken aback for a moment, and then ran into the house at the speed of light and shouted: “Prince Ji is born here!”

“what? What?”

“real or fake?”

All the residents in the shelter ran out to watch:

“Really! My husband was so good when he was young!”

“My God, the six-year-old prince, so cute!”

“Let me take one, please let me take one too!”

The six-year-old Xiao Jimeng frowned like an adult, struggling to find the person he was looking for among the tall crowd.

“Where is Lubi? Has Lubi come?” he asked crisply.

“Lubi? Which is Lubi?”

“The princess? I didn’t see him here.”

“Did you be born to another refuge?”

When Ji Meng got the answer, he resolutely refused to speak again, neither talking nor eating.

A group of adults holding food around him anxiously: “Prince, take a bite. If you don’t eat it, you will starve to death.”

“I beg you to eat, no matter how you can’t go on a hunger strike!”

“Husband, do you bear to look at me as a widow?”

Three minutes passed, Ji Meng, death, cause of death: hunger.

Reincarnated to another refuge, “Has Lubi come here?”

“Lubi? I didn’t see it.”

“The newcomers are all born randomly. There are so many shelters here, it is difficult to meet together.”

“…Hey, prince, why don’t you eat, is the food here is not good? Then you can’t starve yourself to death.”

Ji Meng, die.

Ling Xiaolu gobbled it up.

This is the last bit of food in the refuge. Fortunately, Ling Xiaolu has turned fourteen and can help with some simple housework.

He has a very strong memory, and the uncle demonstrated the process again. He did it without any problems. He purified water, made bread, sew clothes, cut bandages, and organized the shelter.

The uncle returned with new injuries and spoils, and couldn’t help applauding his excellent learning ability.

“Unexpectedly, you can do the work of several people alone. With you, our refuge will never make a comeback!”

“Uncle risked his life to go out to fight, what am I doing?”

Speaking of this, the other party laughed loudly: “I have gained a lot today. I got a piece of protective clothing that can be immune to zombie bites for a short time. After I die, I will leave this to you.”

Ling Xiaolu was unhappy: “Just let us depend on each other. What’s so fun about me when you die?”

“It’s not a question of whether I want to die or not. You are fourteen and I am fifty-two. My last life is less than a quarter of an hour. When the time comes, no matter if I don’t want to, I will automatically be reincarnated.”

Ling Xiaolu showed grief: “Since you are going to die anyway, why should you try to live now?”

“Because of you,” the uncle’s eyes were piercing, “I can only meet you when I live, and you can meet your descendants only when you are alive. If we pass on from generation to generation, mankind will continue to live. Although the end is death, every Individual efforts to live are the most important to this world. We are the kind of fire for mankind.”

“But, but I still can’t bear you.”

The uncle smiled and said, “Think better, what if I reincarnated to a better-developed shelter?”

Ling Xiaolu thinks about it, yes, nothing is more difficult than the conditions here.

“All right,” he said with regret. “Although I don’t want you to go, I still hope that you can be born in a wealthy family in your next life.”

There was a strange noise outside, the uncle listened carefully, his face changed drastically.

“What happened?” Ling Xiaolu lacked experience, but he inferred that it was not good from his reaction.

“Shhh -” the uncle reminded him, “it seems like a zombie is coming.”

“Zombies?!” Although Ling Xiaolu knew that this was a zombie game, he had never formally face-to-face with the zombies.

The uncle looked out through the gap in the closed window, and his heart felt cold.

“Lubi!…what are you doing?”

Ling Xiaolu put the submachine gun on his head with difficulty: “Strange, why can’t I carry this on my back?”

The uncle grabbed it: “You are not an adult, so you can’t use weapons.”

“Without weapons, how can I fight the zombies, do I have to sit here and wait for death?”

The uncle took only a few seconds to make a decision in his heart. Ling Xiaolu watched him throw down his equipment one by one, leaving only a vest with two rows of explosives tied across it. He has strong muscles, like a death squad member who is going to perform a blasting mission.

“Uncle, what are you doing!”

The other party held his shoulders and motioned for him to calm down: “My child, after all, you were brought up by me. Can I call you a child?”

Ling Xiaolu nodded anxiously.

“Child, listen to me, there are a lot of zombies outside, and the two of us are not opponents together. The only way is for me to distract them, and then find a way to die together. You will be an adult soon, after I go away , You wear my equipment and go to find other human refuge nearby. No more here, it is difficult for you to hold on alone.”

“No!” Ling Xiaolu resolutely opposed, “I can’t let Uncle die alone!”

“If I stayed, both of us will die! I didn’t have much time left, but you, finally grown up, it would be a shame if I died like this!”

“But Uncle is my only family member in this game.”

The other party leaned down and looked at Ling Xiaolu.

“Listen well, emotions are the greatest burden to mankind. The law of the end times, only survival is the first. In the refuge where resources are scarce, humans can kill each other, throw their newly born children outside and give birth to themselves. Mie, if I am not absolutely sure that two people will live at the same time when I meet you, I will give up you without hesitation, you know?”

Ling Xiaolu gritted his teeth and nodded. The other party showed him the warmth of mankind, and now he has also taught him the cruelty of the last days.

“Remember what I said, take all your valuables, give up here, and look for other survivors. Don’t forget, we are the fire of mankind, and humanity can survive forever with the fire.”

Ling Xiaolu stared at him reluctantly. He was a mature man when they met. Now he has wrinkles on the corners of his eyes, white temples, and vicissitudes of life. In a short time, Ling Xiaolu seems to have walked with him for half his life.

But the uncle’s expression was as bright as ever, and he paused at the security gate: “Lubi, it is nice to meet you. I hope we will have a chance to see you again after reincarnation.”

The cries of the zombies followed him away, and a deafening explosion came from outside the house after a while.

Ling Xiaolu’s only family member in this last days is gone.

With this loud noise, Ling Xiaolu became an adult.

He returned to his original appearance, resisted the pain, put on the armor left by the opponent one by one, ready to go.

There was a noise outside the door, and Ling Xiaolu opened the safety door in surprise: “Uncle, you are not dead?”

The child outside frowned uncomfortably: “Who is the uncle?”

“…” Ling Xiaolu widened his eyes, incredible, “Friend? Why are you here!”

The six-year-old Ji Meng was not very angry: “Do you know how hard I worked and how many times I died before I was reincarnated here? Why was it so noisy outside just now!”

Ling Xiaolu remembered that there might be zombies outside, so he hurriedly put Xiao Jimeng in and closed the door tightly.

Even if Ji Meng became six years old, he was a stinky kid.

“I’m starving, do you have anything to eat?” He swept around the shelter unhappily. “Where are the others?”

“The people here are all dead, I am the only one left, and now there is one more you.”

Ji Meng looked at him incomprehensibly: “Then what are you doing here alone, why don’t you…”

He paused suddenly, remembering the sentence he had confessed before the game started-stay alive, I will go to you.

Unexpectedly, Ling Xiaolu persisted for so long alone for him. Ji Meng’s attitude softened instantly, and his eyes flickered with embarrassment.

“Is it because…waiting for me?”

“Because I promised uncle to be a kind of human kind of fire!” Ling Xiaolu said seriously.

“…” Ji Meng wanted to throw out the flame with a basin of cold water, “I’m hungry!”

Ling Xiaolu hurriedly took bread for him: “The family is relatively poor, and this is the only thing left.”

He was embarrassed to say that he had eaten all the cans.

Ji Meng took a bite: “Hard and unpalatable.”

“I did it.”

“Really?” Ji masked his face blankly, gnawing lightly, “barely able to eat.”

Ling Xiaolu didn’t mind his pickiness. He squatted on the ground, resting his cheeks in his hands, and staring at the kid on the opposite side.

Ji Meng was a little uncomfortable being stared at by him: “What’s so beautiful? Don’t you need to work?”

Ling Xiaolu grinned: “I didn’t expect to see the six-year-old prince, so cute.”

The six-year-old prince scowled: “Where is it cute? Not cute at all!”

The pretentious expression made him look more cute, and Ling Xiaolu couldn’t help but squeeze it.

“What are you doing! Don’t pinch my face! You let me go!”

Ling Xiaolu reluctantly let go of his hand: “Speaking of which, you should call me Dad.”

Ji covered his face black: “Dreaming!”

“Oh no, you are the prince, you should call me the emperor father!” Ling Xiaolu smiled, “Unexpectedly, one day I can be the emperor, I want to ascend the throne!”

Ji Meng’s face became darker: “You are going to die.”

“Obviously he looks so cute, don’t talk cutely.” Ling Xiaolu squeezed his face and rubbed it again.

Ji Meng was squeezed by him and said, “You give me squirrel (hand). You give me history (death).”

Ling Xiaolu took the opportunity to take a picture of Ji Meng’s childhood and assured him: “Emperor, rest assured, although our treasury is empty, the emperor will raise you up and become an adult if he says anything.”

He boldly gestured to a poverty-stricken refuge: “Did you see it? These are all things to be left to you in the future!”

The ferocious Ji Meng kicked him underneath, without the slightest respect for his father.

“Don’t be fussy, get to work!”

Ling Xiaolu shrank his head, grievedly ran to make bread to make ends meet.

Oh, this emperor has no status…

The author has something to say: *The prototype of the game “Player Unknown’s Battlegrounds” “One Hour of Life”