CH 13.2

Everyone shared a look with one another.

“Then we’ll choose one person as a representative…”

Xue Lan resolutely cut him off. “And later you’ll also choose a representative to apologize?”

Guilty conscience crept into everyone’s heart from his gentle tone. They didn’t know how BabyCandy, who was soft and cute and head over heels in the live stream camera, seemed to become a different person now.

Everyone still had not uttered a word but Xue Lan pulled open the zipper of the keyboard bag, settling down the keyboard.

“No need to choose, everyone can play.”

Xue Lan raised his chin. A thin layer of blush rose on Xue Lan’s face as a result of speaking in front of this many people for the first time.

“Multiplayer survival game, random map. Any one of you who wins is considered my loss. But if I win…” His voice was sonorous: “All of you have to apologize to Reset.”

“Uh…”

Everyone went into a hubbub again as they went to speak their minds.

The representative that was recommended by everyone grumbled. “Who would know if he chea…”

“So why did you throw mud at him?”

Everyone was choked speechless by these words. That person coldly said, “If the training camp staff come and see that we’ve turned on the computers without permission…”

“I’ll take responsibility.”

Xue Lan spoke as he took his seat in the gaming chair and pressed the button to turn on the computer.

A long time passed as everyone shared a look. Finally, they stopped hesitating and a few people burst out of the crowd to find a seat and turn on the computer. There were some who still stood in the same place as they decided to watch from the sidelines.

Xue Lan plugged in the mouse and keyboard. His calm face was reflected on the monitor, but thin sweat seeped out of the hand that was gripping the mouse.

He had never done something that had uncertain results.

And this time, he completely was not certain.

Dawn of the Apocalypse’s current max level was 50. He’d played for a few days, and even with Duan Wenzheng’s help, he could only reach level 48.

An account that had not reached the maximum level, that did not have high-level chips and resources, and did not have skills…Those he was facing weren’t just some strangers playing the ranks, each was a budding star selected from various regions to enter the training camp.

Among these people, it was extremely possible that there would be nouveau riches shining brilliantly in the e-sports world.

Xue Lan lowered his eyes.

His action was childish and impulsive, and very much ridiculous.

But it had been done. In his trance, Duan Wenzheng’s face appeared before his eyes.

If the past 20 years of Xue Lan were a pool of stagnant water, then Duan Wenzheng was a sea of terrifying waves with a deep vast expanse of water.

Even if it was only once…he wanted to be reckless like this just this once.

With this in mind, Xue Lan’s expression became determined.

He logged into his account. After the short loading, he froze.

He clearly remembered his level was not maxed after he finished playing with Duan Wenzheng yesterday; he still lacked two levels and reached the beginner’s protection time. He let the game stay on and went to sleep. Duan Wenzheng also slept together with him…

Thinking until this point, a questionable blush floated on Xue Lan’s face again.

How could his account suddenly reach the maximum level?

Unless…after they slept, Duan Wenzheng got up and secretly leveled up his account.

Going up the last two levels was not easy, and to boot, it was not a sniper account Duan Wenzheng was familiar with…Xue Lan remembered his sleeping face before he left, and tightened the grip on his mouse.

“Are you okay?” That trainee who was recommended by everyone walked up to Xue Lan’s side and asked, “Why is your face red? If you’re sick then we’ll…”

“No.” Xue Lan wore his headset.

He looked at the maxed-level account on the screen, heart palpitating.

Even if the result was uncertain, wasn’t playing professionally to make something impossible possible? If everything was decided since the beginning, what was the use? Wasn’t the important thing to find one’s own path in an unpredictable situation—

And the “changed numbers” of these two levels was his most tenacious, impenetrable defense.

In Dawn of the Apocalypse’s solo game, the multiplayer survival mode was used. To ensure the fairness of the game, it shielded the ID display of players in the said mode.

Xue Lan clicked the server party invite. Everyone’s gaze simultaneously anded on the ID of the party invite.

Exist, Level 50, Assaulter

“Lady, you—you play the assaulter?!” The trainee standing behind him was stupefied.

The blush still had not disappeared from Xue Lan’s face. Hearing that, he glanced at that person and felt a little embarrassed as he nodded.

Xue Lan was born with a good face, but in the past, whether in the live stream or on normal days, his face would be layered with an overly thick foundation. Although the heavy makeup couldn’t completely hide his delicate facial features, with that thick cumbrousness now removed, he looked so beautiful it made people stunned.

The trainees who saw this as they craned their necks to look over reddened and averted their gaze.

“Why are you not with everyone?”

“Oh.” That person laughed. “I’m a medic.”

Xue Lan was surprised. Dawn of the Apocalypse’s medics were not many, this medic was…

Before he could finish his train of thought, the game had finished loading. Soon, everyone was allocated into the map.

Xue Lan quickly returned his focus, gaze settling on the familiar game interface. The smile on his lips gradually turned serious.

Cargo Ship at Sea.

This battle, for honor and also for Duan Wenzheng—

He must win.