Gamers Are Fierce-Chapter 793 - 791 Immortal
Brother Long gaped, his eyes glued to the screen.
PUBG had seen many bizarre cheats before. There was the Giant Firearms cheat, which turned a 98K into a ten-meter-long rifle that could be stuffed into an opponent's mouth. There was the Luffy cheat, which elongated a player's arms, allowing them to shoot enemies from behind cover with extended limbs. There was the Flying cheat, where a tap of the feet sent players soaring, looking down on everyone with contempt. There was even the Red Wolf cheat—cheaters would be covered head-to-toe in bulletproof frying pans, transforming into human pillars of defense, completely unfazed by bullets.
However, these cheats typically exploited the game's internal models and mechanisms. When activated, characters would often shake or blur unnaturally.
But the Dragon Head White Lab Coat before them was clear and realistic, his movements smooth and fluid. With Brother Long's dynamic vision, honed by over a decade as an FPS gamer, he clearly saw the figure use a long melee weapon to precisely slice through three bullets in a flash. This wasn't like typical cheats that would deflect bullets mid-air or cause hits to register with green blood but no actual damage.
[A string of question marks]
[Slicing bullets with a blade? A Daluo Golden Immortal?]
[Honey, come out and see the God Immortal!]
[Immortal? What a badass!]
The chat messages scrolled by, but Brother Long still hadn't recovered from his shock.
Even with his rudimentary computer knowledge, he knew that creating such a polished and smooth cheat for this indie game was an incredibly difficult and cost-ineffective task. It would require a vast amount of time, effort, and money, not to mention the risk of being banned, which would render it all worthless. Typical cheat developers would never engage in such a loss-making venture.
The only explanation is...
This God Immortal must be a tycoon, he mused.
Brother Ruozi, a fellow streamer driving the jeep, exclaimed, "A tycoon's custom cheat! My god, that's way too cool, isn't it? I'm going to turn on push-to-talk and ask this cheat-using bro about..."
WHOOSH—
A slender shadow tore through the air.
His words died in his throat. Brother Long turned his head and saw that the driver's seat, previously occupied by Brother Ruozi's character—an African American with an afro—was empty.
Where did he go?
Brother Long looked behind the jeep. Brother Ruozi's character had fallen out and was now lying on the slope behind them, a Stone Spear embedded in his head.
"I'm down! I'm down!" Brother Ruozi yelled. "Damn it, this God Immortal is too fierce! He crafted a spear from stone and one-shotted me with a throw!"
[Is this the legendary Earth Style: Stone Rod Theft?]
[Brother Long, you better run! That's a Daluo Golden Immortal; you can't beat him!]
[Don't run! Why run? Go ask him where he bought that awesome cheat!]
[Boohoo, Brother Ruozi's down! I'm laughing through my tears!]
[No! Brother—Ruo—zi— (voice choked with tears)]
["Confession Night" (NetEase Cloud Music, suona version), a joyous send-off for our Brother Ruozi!]
Brother Long had no time to read the chat. He was about to ask the tycoon in their squad to stop the jeep so they could revive Brother Ruozi, when he saw the Immortal on the mountaintop. After throwing the Stone Spear, the Immortal, now holding a Long Spear, composed himself and then leaped down from the summit, rushing towards them with the speed of a striking hawk.
THUD!
The Dragon Head Immortal landed heavily on the jeep's engine hood. The massive impact sent the jeep's rear wheels high into the air, bringing its forward momentum to a halt.
"You," the Dragon Head Immortal said, standing upright. His white lab coat billowed dramatically around him, giving him an air of effortless grace as he calmly asked, "are playing PUBG?" 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞
"Ah..." Brother Long responded blankly. He suddenly realized his public microphone wasn't on, hurriedly pressed the push-to-talk key, and said into the mic, "Yeah, we are."
The tycoon driving the other jeep couldn't resist pressing his own push-to-talk button. He said to the Dragon Head White Lab Coat, "Bro, this is Brother Xuan Long, Tigerfish Live Streaming's one and only Dragon God. A lot of people from Blue Hole are watching his stream right now. Your cheat is probably going to get banned any minute."
"...Blue Hole?" Li Ang raised an eyebrow. He vaguely recalled hearing the name Brother Xuan Long—apparently a streamer known for his distinctive, crooked smile.
Who would have thought I'd actually be teleported into a PUBG map...
Li Ang tilted his head thoughtfully. The System prompt had already informed him that his opponent in this Mirror Realm Corridor was "Prometheus Laboratory Company · FPU."
It seems the other party, like me, has entered this map, their appearance starkly different from the in-game characters.
Still, just to be safe, I should...
Li Ang snatched the M16A4 assault rifle from Brother Long's hands, switched it to single-fire mode, and shot each of them—Brother Long and his two companions—in the arm.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Three shots rang out, and green blood spurted. Brother Long and the others, who were wearing Bulletproof Vests, didn't die from the arm shots but merely lost some health.
Brother Long stared at his character's now-empty hands, once again stunned. "He—he snatched my gun?"
[Empty-Handed Gun Snatch Technique!]
[Whoa, awesome! There's a hack like that? I'm reporting this right now!]
[Report my ass! He's probably going to get banned any second. There are people from Blue Hole and Penguin in the stream!]
[This must be a cheat-making team, trying to snipe Brother Long for clout!]
[Don't kid me, people! Daring to sell hacks in a major streamer's chat right after a new version launch? Isn't that like shitting on Penguin's head and then asking Penguin for toilet paper? Have they never seen a legal letter from Penguin before?]
Li Ang had no idea what chaos was erupting in the real-world live stream chat, nor would he have cared if he did.
If these individuals were the FPU from Prometheus Laboratory Company, the System would have sounded a notification for a successful hit by now.
Since there was no notification, they must just be ordinary players controlling game characters.
Li Ang stored the snatched rifle in his inventory, then took it out again. He disassembled the rifle into parts, then reassembled it. He then fired several rounds from the rifle into his own palm—the bullets couldn't penetrate the defense of his Red Mane Coat and caused no damage whatsoever.
Brother Long and the others watched as the Dragon Head White Lab Coat fired at his own palm without even a spurt of green blood. They were wondering if he had activated some kind of invincibility cheat when they saw him reach over the jeep's roof and place a hand on Brother Long's character's shoulder.
ZZZ—
Brother Long's character immediately began to regenerate health. In a short while, he was back to full health, completely healed.
And that white health bar was still increasing, soon hitting the far right edge of the screen.
[This hack can even extend someone else's health bar?]
[Holy crap! What kind of divine power is this?]
[Healing the world, Filth Reborn, reviving the dead, and fleshing out bones! Are you a medical god?!]
[Immortal above, please accept this humble one's bow!]
Li Ang frowned slightly. The game characters aren't made of flesh and blood, yet they can be affected by the healing properties of the Origin of Life... This map is so strange.
He looked up. The Scout insects he had released earlier had reached a high altitude, revealing the vast, endless desert below and, at its edge, the shimmering, electric blue of the shrinking zone—the "poison circle."
The poison circle was contracting towards Saint Martin and Leones.
Based on the System's hints, that FPU will probably also head towards the safe zone... In that case, I'll make this quick.
Li Ang stepped onto the jeep's engine hood, activated Cloud Ascending Ladder, and leaped into the air, seemingly treading on nothing as he sped towards the center of the poison circle, leaving Brother Long and his squad standing dumbfounded and disheveled in the wind.
