Gamers Are Fierce - Chapter 716

[Chapter 715 Space]

In the dark, Bob counted silently.

25361 …

25362

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Name, Bob Fox, Age, 37, Birthday 83.9.8.

Favorite color, red.

Favorite TV series, “The Wire”

mother, Halle Fox.

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78919..78920

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Name, Bob Fox, Age, 37, Birthday 83.9.8.

high school, hatton high school,

favorite sports, basketball

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134,235,

134,236,

name, Bob Fox, age, 37, birthday 83.9 .8.

The first girlfriend, Kelly, Kelly Winslet,

who was in the next class, dared to invite her to the school dance, and she agreed with a smile.

Well…he remembers the smell of the back seat of that blue Toyota and the sweaty and awkward smile when he can’t unbuckle the belt…

but it wasn’t a bad night, wasn’t it? She is very gentle, if she hadn’t moved, they might have been together…

390,000

… how much?

Forget it, it doesn’t make sense to count anymore,

Bob thought, slowly picked up a bottle of water, brought it to his mouth, and took a sip.

This world is dark, dead, silent, the only light comes from a red dot.

It was now his fourth and a half days in this world, and

on almost the third day, he felt like he was about to collapse, but anyway, he persevered.

Over time, he began to gradually perceive the presence of limbs, touch, taste, smell… these sensations came back again, although still very weak.

Bob didn’t know whether it was because the dark space returned his five senses to him,

or whether he had weakened senses and picked them up again just because he was accustomed to the long-term dark and silent environment.

However, this is not good news.

Bob, who regained his five senses, was able to retrieve items from the backpack slot, and at the same time, he was aware of his environment.

This is an empty space with extremely low gravity, close to nothing, the

space is dark and dull, and it can swallow any internal light source (the light source created by Bob’s equipment skills), except for the red dot.

Right, red dot.

The place where the red dot is located is a one-person-high rectangular metal cabinet. It has a smooth surface and no buttons or bolts.

The cabinet stands on a flat ground. This ground is very soft, the texture is like cotton candy, and it can heal automatically.

If it weren’t for the extremely low gravity here, the metal cabinet would have sunk into the ground long ago.

In a word, the

red dot is located at the middle end of the front of the cabinet. Only by the faint light emitted by the red dot, Bob, whose five senses have been weakened, can drink water and eat.

There are some survival supplies, compressed food and pure water in his backpack, but they are limited in number, and he must find a way out of this space before the food runs out.

Bob thought so, and drew a full stop on the paper with a pen – he started to record everything that happened here, and it didn’t make sense, and he did it anyway.

If he can get out, he doesn’t need to give the paper to others to help them analyze and decipher the idea.

If he can’t get out, the paper will probably stay in this space forever.

Forget it, don’t think about it,

make some records, if you don’t write down something to vent, he will go crazy sooner or later.

Bob slowly stood up and turned to look in the opposite direction of the red dot.

There just happened to be a mechanical device in his backpack that could measure the time. He didn’t need to calculate the time mentally, but if he wanted to check the time, he had to return to the red dot – there was no light in this damn place.

In fact, by consuming spiritual power and observing the recovery speed of spiritual power, the current time can also be observed,

but the recovery efficiency of spiritual power will be affected by the player’s physiological and psychological state, so it is not particularly accurate.

Anyway, let’s go.

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three weeks, three days, seven hours, fifty-eight minutes.

Three weeks, three days, seven hours, fifty-eight minutes.

Through the light from the red dot, I could see my thin, pale face through the glass of the clock.

I was on the ground in dark space for twelve days, and

my vehicle, a motorcycle, ran out of energy on the first day, and the rest of the time, it was all on my feet.

There is no end, there is no end,

I use my skills to locate, so I am very sure that I have not taken a detour, and I have not encountered ghosts hitting the wall and looping continuously.

This damn space is simply endless.

way out…

Damn, I have to find a way out, food is running out.

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two months, one day, thirteen hours.

Just landed from the sky, just like forward and backward, there is no end to the upward road.

Why?

Why must it be me?

Why do I have to stay in this damn space where other people can draw safe and harmless sticky notes?

It’s not fair.

God damn it!

Damn…

just dig down.

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Three months, four days,

I just climbed out of the tunnel, very sure, there is no way out,

I did a strict food plan, but the supply is still decreasing day by day.

The soft substance that makes up the ground is inedible,

raw, steamed, grilled… No matter what cooking method is used, it will cause strong abdominal pain after eating it – it has no nutritional value and cannot be eaten at all.

I’ve tried growing crops on the ground, but this “soil” is completely unviable.

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three months, twenty days.

Everything that can be used as “food” was exhausted thirteen days ago, and

I even drank the only bottle of micro-life potion. Guess what happened?

It cured my malnutrition and made me even hungrier.

I now have to endure the urge to eat this piece of paper with every word I write.

By the way, who is that? Li, Li Risheng, right?

I have to thank him for sending a stack of paper at a time, but the ink is not enough.

….

four months, seventeen days.

I will not die.

This sounds incredible, right?

I haven’t eaten anything for almost a month, I’m skinny, my hair is falling out, my lips are chapped, and I’m constantly suffering from hunger and pain—I suspect my internal organs have already collapsed and bleed.

But I am still alive.

alive.

Grass.

…

I found it! I found it! !

That metal cabinet! That metal cabinet won’t be destroyed by any skill gear, but it will be affected by my own body!

Understand?

I can scratch it with my fist, with my teeth, with my own bone!

Inside, there must be something hidden inside, maybe a door! Open it and I’ll be out!

Wish me luck!

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all this time I’ve been scratching the surfaces of metal cabinets with my lost teeth, and

honestly I’m completely afraid to look in the mirror now, god knows what I’ve become…I feel like my right hand is gone It started to peel, like an onion.

The good news is that I have scratched a gap in the metal cabinet, and I can hear a hollow sound when I blow in it.

It is hollow inside.

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my left hand is broken,

I tried to make a bandage out of material to tie my broken left hand in front of me,

But it doesn’t make much sense, my body has started to rot, I can even run my fingers through the holes in my belly and feel the internal organs – the blood in the abdominal cavity has been drained a week ago, it

stinks, really So smelly.

The blood pooled on me, dried up, and solidified like a coat of armor.

And the ground.

If I had made up my mind earlier and used my own body to grow crops, maybe I would have grown potatoes?

Can potatoes grow in meat? I have no idea.

There are no flies here, is that a good thing or a bad thing?

On the one hand, I don’t have to worry about having maggots all over my body, on the

other hand, the flies and maggots can at least provide me with some protein and noise.

The metal cabinet is about to open, almost.

…

the teeth were completely exhausted, I decided to start using the bone in my left hand,

when I woke up today, I didn’t see the red dot,

I thought it was out,

but I was blind in my right eye, thank

goodness.

…

just a little bit, I can already break the metal plate!

Great, great, great, I’ll be out in no time!

I hope returning to the outside world will heal my wounds,

I’m already rotten to the core.

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the cabinet, opened by me.

Inside, there is a book.

I know that the above content can help me out.

Maybe it’s a mantra, like “Open Sesame,” and I can get out of here.

However, I can’t.

I was blind, five days before opening the cabinet door.

Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha

this is the funniest joke in the world.

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Name, Bob Fox, Age, 37, Birthday 83.9.8.

Favorite color, red.

Favorite TV series, “The Wire”

mother, Halle Fox.

Who’s going to kill me,

whoever it is, please come and kill me

….

Name, Bob Fox, Age, 37, Birthday 83.9.8.

High school, Hatton High,

favorite sport, basketball

I tried suicide, a hundred times? A thousand times?

I pulled out my heart, opened my forehead, and bombarded myself with the most powerful weapon,

no matter how many times, no matter how many times, my broken body could stand up again.

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kill me, please.

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[End of this Chapter]