I'm bombarding the Supernatural World with my firearms-Chapter 472: Extra 11: "Chen Universe" (11)

"Moreover—"

Wang Jili paused for a moment before continuing, "These primitive monsters can drop fur, hemp rope, and other rare materials when killed initially. These rare materials are essential for crafting leather armor and bows and arrows."

"The monsters on the first night are not strong, you could even say they are quite weak."

"Even an elderly person wielding a beginner’s axe for chopping wood could kill them with only a few minor injuries. This is also an opportunity."

"And most importantly..."

Wang Jili, looking somewhat helpless, put his arm around Elder Bai’s shoulder, "Aren’t you the one who opened the graveyard? Without a few fatalities, where will your graveyard get its corpses from? Since you’re doing this, don’t worry about whether people will die or not."

"This is just a small number, all together it’s just a small race on a planet."

"We’re putting on such a big show, it can’t be just for this one small race."

"These people are just the first batch."

"In a few days, when we introduce more races, there should be at least a hundred, right? After all, just the planning team alone is already so large, let alone the players below. When Jiang was in our universe, that civilization competition arena immediately threw a hundred races into the fray."

"In the end, only players from one race could survive, while all the others had to die there."

"That was truly brutal."

"Jiang really fought a bloody path out of the Ten Thousand Races Arena."

"That…"

Elder Bai scratched his head awkwardly: "I just feel like they are my first batch of players. Although we just met, I already feel attached to them and don’t want them to die so quickly. It feels a bit too heart-wrenching."

"No problem, you have final say. If that’s the case, just lower the difficulty a bit, and dial down the Combat Power a tad more for the monsters that appear on the first night. After all, the primitive monsters definitely need to make an appearance on the first night, if not for selection, at least to provide them with some materials, right?"

"That works."

...

Soon, as the night fell,

on this continent already filled with mountains, rivers, forests, canyons, and various ecological landscapes, many players had built their own shelters by chopping down trees during the day.

A house constructed from wood.

These players were now hugging their axes, shivering uncontrollably as they curled up in the corners of their houses, listening to the occasional roars of savages outside, and feeling somewhat doubtful about the sturdiness of their wooden shelter.

A lucky few had even unlocked the "Bonfire" blueprint. By lighting a bonfire inside their houses, they could not only fend off the cold but also keep the savage monsters at bay, since the savages would not approach a place with a bonfire.

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Of course.

Most people hadn’t managed to build wooden houses, not because they were lazy. Even the laziest person, as long as they were not in a vegetative state, would not spare their physical strength at such a critical moment and would chop some wood.

It was simply because not everyone was fortunate enough to have trees nearby when they arrived on this continent.

Some people landed at the edge of cliffs where they had everything but trees—a predicament even the gods could not resolve. Others landed in deserts; where could they dig for trees?

And some arrived on a barren island in the middle of the sea.

And so on.

In any case, there were people who landed everywhere, and not everyone had trees nearby to build shelters.

Of course, those without trees to chop did not give up and wait for death. Faced with a life-or-death situation, people became quite creative.

For instance, those on the plains.

They simply dug deep pits on the spot and covered themselves with a piece of turf overhead. As long as the savages didn’t step directly over them, there generally wouldn’t be a problem—it wasn’t safe, but at least it was concealed.

Then there were those on the cliffs. Although they couldn’t chop trees, they could collect stones to construct a more robust stone house. Of course, gathering stones was much slower than cutting trees.

This couldn’t be done in just a few strokes.

The first day’s few hours were definitely not enough, but digging a small hole in the cliff to squeeze into could keep one through the third day. Once a stone house was built, its durability would at least provide safety for a dozen days or more.

Whether it was a bad thing or a good thing,

the main issue was whether one could survive the early stages.

Those at sea were even more comfortable for the time being, as the first night only saw savage monsters, who were afraid of water. By hiding in the coastal waters, it was somewhat safe, even though they couldn’t close their eyes.

Of course.

As for how their bodies would fare after soaking in the sea for a whole day once the sun came out the next day, or if their limbs would cramp up at night and lead them to be completely lost at sea, that’s uncertain.

Just consider it bad luck.

There has to be some unlucky people; how else can we highlight those who are lucky?

In this world, if someone is the main character, someone else has to be the supporting cast.

If someone is the flower, someone else has to be the foliage.

...

"That’s wonderful."

Elder Bai, floating above this continent, looked down and expressed his satisfaction with a pleased look on his face, "A thriving scene like this is simply heartwarming to behold."

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He had not expected much from this life anymore.

His greatest anticipation each day was staying in the graveyard, randomly selecting a lucky one, and swiftly experiencing that lucky one’s life from a first-person perspective—this had already become his greatest expectation and pleasure in his daily life.

But now...

He had found an even greater joy.

He had originally just wanted to create a graveyard, although he didn’t know why it turned out this way, but obviously, this was much more interesting than the graveyard he had first envisioned.

"Right?"

Wang Jili, with a look of sentiment on his face, clicked his tongue and said, "Putting everyone on the same starting line and then watching each person make different choices when faced with a new world is indeed a very interesting thing."

"How about we make a bet?"

"We each pick a player and see whose chosen player can survive the longest?"

"Of course, we can’t provide any outside resources, ha, otherwise that would be boring. The slightest thing from between our fingers would be enough to make them invincible."

"Huh?"

Standing by the side, Thin Rabbit and Scarred Dog’s eyes lit up as they said in unison, "This is good, interesting."

"Let me see, wait for me to observe carefully, which player has potential."

"At present, it seems that only a very small portion of players have an opportunity; we can definitely only pick from this group of players."

Chen Miao also stood aside with great interest, looking down at the densely packed players moving like a sand table below.

...

"No!"

A middle-aged man of the Cat People, with his tail swishing rapidly behind him in nervousness and fear, curled up in the corner of a wooden hut, listening to the occasional sound of wild humanoid monsters dying outside.

His fingers were gripping the wooden handle of the axe so tightly that they had even turned slightly white.

For now.

This wooden hut should still be quite safe, a wild humanoid monster had clawed at his hut for a long time earlier, and the hut neither collapsed nor was broken through with a large hole; it seemed that as long as he hid inside the hut, it should be absolutely safe.

After daytime breaks, these wild humanoid monsters will retreat.

The announcement earlier said that wild humanoid monsters only gain their strength in the night.

It’s just that...

The announcement also explicitly mentioned that killing wild humanoid monsters would yield rare materials. Tonight, he could hide in the wooden hut, but what about tomorrow night? Perhaps he would be safe in the hut tomorrow night and even the night after.

But one day, when this hut could no longer withstand those wild humanoid monsters, what then should he do?

Yet, to voluntarily step out of the hut and engage in close-quarters combat with those wild humanoid monsters in the dark night, whose appearances he didn’t even know, filled him with fear.

He glanced at the semi-transparent panel in front of him.

"White Continent Wild Humanoid Killing Rankings".

This was an event for new players that appeared in the announcement earlier, lasting seven days. During these seven days, players will be ranked based on the number of wild humanoid monsters they kill, with players in the top million in the rankings each day receiving different rewards according to their ranks.

And after the seven days are over.

Based on the overall rankings, an additional substantial and rich reward will be given.

From various aspects, it was clear that the announcement was encouraging them to kill wild humanoid monsters. Although he did not know what the White Continent was, since they were able to bring them all to this place, it must be an existence far beyond their own dimension!

Just at that moment—

"Bang, bang!!"

Without knowing when, another wild humanoid monster had come outside the hut, starting to frantically scratch at the door with its claws. The grating noise instantly raised goosebumps on the middle-aged man, causing his legs to tremble even more violently.

Perhaps it was the overdose of adrenaline from the excessive fear.

In any case.

This man, who had been in extreme fear just moments ago, suddenly let out a roar, opened the door of the hut with an axe in hand, popped his head out to look at the wild humanoid monster scratching nearby, and without a word, charged at it, raising his axe and hacking away wildly.

He didn’t know how many times he had hacked away.

Feeling somewhat drained, the man sat down beside the creature, and in the darkness, that grim-looking wild humanoid monster was already lying in a pool of blood, with a pelt dropped beside it.

He had looted materials.

A flicker of excitement passed through the man’s eyes as he hurriedly ran over to pick up the pelt and put it into his backpack. According to the unlit icons on the tech tree, this pelt was an essential material for crafting many rare items.

Like leather armor.

Not only could it provide warmth, but it also offered decent protection. These rare materials simply couldn’t be obtained from mining or chopping trees.

And besides... it seemed that the wild humanoid wasn’t that difficult to kill.

He checked his body; he didn’t have a single injury. The only damage was the adrenaline having gone a bit overboard, and swinging the axe with all his strength every time had left his body somewhat drained and his arms sore as if they were cramping.

Other than that, there were no losses.