"What's your name?" she inquired with a curious glint in her eyes.
"I'm Lee Minseo," I responded, a hint of pride in my tone.
"Chinese?"
"Nope, I'm Korean," I clarified with a small smirk.
"English skills on point, huh?" she remarked, a playful smile forming.
"But I'm using Korean," I pointed out, feigning innocence.
"It seems language will never be a hindrance, huh?" she observed, her gaze thoughtful.
"Yeah, I seems it is some kind of function of the game," I agreed with a casual shrug.
"I'm Michelle. You can call me any way you want," she offered, a touch of mystery in her tone.
Thats how our time unfolds in Bitteriver city some talking and we are also looting. The city appears looted, but fortunately, we find some useful items amid the remnants. The city seems deserted, and it seems like we are the last ones left. With each passing hour, the safe zone circle gradually shrinks—not once, but twice, marking about two hours of tense waiting.
As those hours pass, a realization dawns upon us – equipment spawns every hour. The city becomes a hub of gear, an interesting anomaly since such a function in the game never existed. Is it because a typical game lasts less than an hour? Does this world reset its equipment periodically?
Despite its unconventional nature, this function proves incredibly helpful, and we find ourselves fully equipped within this crazy yet advantageous system.
But if this equipment spawn is happening to us, it likely applies to others as well. With 40 still alive and the safe zone now reduced to a small area, it appears the final showdown will be in the center of the map – right here in the city we are hiding, the Bitter River. We hunker down in a house, preparing ourselves for the imminent battle that could erupt at any moment.
The eerie silence is shattered by distant gunshots, echoing through the not visible from our vantage point in the very center of the city. The gunfire suggests a chaotic skirmish involving numerous individuals, an all-out battle that adds a layer of tension to the previously quiet surroundings.
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Carefully peering out from one of the windows in the house, we witness two groups engaged in a firefight, oblivious to our presence. It's a relief that they haven't spotted us, but the realization hits hard – it's not just us; they've formed groups too. This upcoming battle is bound to be challenging, with multiple factions converging on the small space.
The dynamics unfold as we observe the scene from our shelter. One group has secured a house with a rooftop, fortifying their position, while the other group is scattered outside, utilizing walls and fences for cover. However, it becomes evident that the group on the open ground is losing ground steadily.
Their attempts to shoot back are futile, leading to their eventual demise. Some attempt to flee, but the larger group ruthlessly hunts them down. It's unsettling to witness the efficiency of the 10-person group in this intense and merciless encounter.
A sudden shot pierces the air, claiming a victim on the rooftop instantly. The presence of a sniper becomes apparent. Another shot follows suit, eliminating another on the elevated position.
The sniper's precision is commendable; members of the group in the house seek refuge on the second floor, but the skilled marksman continues to pick them off, hitting targets even through the windows. The deadly accuracy of the sniper adds a layer of danger to an already intense situation.
The group on the house attempts to retaliate, but they are still outmatched and taking hits from the unseen sniper. Meanwhile, the individuals who had initially rushed the other group find themselves ambushed by a more formidable force. Bullets rain down on them, swiftly ending their assault.
The new group proves stronger, they rushed out the house group, overpowering the attackers and leaving no survivors. With 23 now remaining, it's clear that there are highly skilled and powerful individuals in this arena, raising the daunting question of how we can possibly survive amidst such formidable competition.
But fortune smiles upon us as the safe zone encompassed the house where we are concealed. This forces that strong group of individuals from the other side to make a desperate run for cover. The safe zone's rapid shrinkage adds a new level of urgency, indicating that as the game progresses, the pace of the shrinking zone intensifies.
As expected, numerous groups are sprinting toward our safe zone, creating a chaotic spectacle. Gunfire echoes everywhere as the battleground transforms into a war zone. I want to shoot back since we have the ability to shoot back and still be safe.
But Michelle dissents with a subtle shake of her head. Trusting her instincts, I refrain from firing, recognizing that she likely has a strategic plan in mind for navigating this influx of competitors.
As the game approaches its conclusion, the shrinking safe zone and diminishing number of survivors paint a vivid picture of the impending end. However, little do I know that what awaits at the finale is not just the end of the game but a moment of my life that will change my life and forever remember.