33: Chapter 33 Absolute Control: Gravity Domain, Three Advanced Equipment!

"Chen Chen..."

Shen Wanxing's voice came from behind him, her tone sounding a bit off.

Chen Chen turned around.

In the carriage, the three women each held the items they had obtained, their expressions varied.

Shen Wanbing hung a necklace around her neck.

The pendant was a light blue diamond-shaped gemstone resting against her collarbone. Paired with her damaged black professional suit, it surprisingly didn't look out of place.

[concentration ice heart necklace (Purple Quality): Increases mental energy recovery speed by 50% when worn.]

To others, this was just the icing on the cake, but for Shen Wanbing, it was a lifesaver.

The biggest weakness of her God-tier radar was mental energy endurance; those two forced scans of the Tyrant's Core earlier had nearly fried her brain.

With this necklace, at least she wouldn't have to trade her life for intelligence anymore.

Shen Wanbing touched the gemstone on her collarbone. She didn't say a word, but there was a new layer of emotion in the look she gave Chen Chen.

The SSS-rank reward from this altar—had been split into four parts.

He could have kept it all for himself.

On Jiang Yanxue's side, a pitch-black dagger flipped twice between her fingers.

The blade was extremely thin, its edge shimmering with a faint dark purple light.

[Shadow Instant-Kill Blade (Purple Quality): Comes with armor penetration and extreme bleeding effects.]

She tossed the blade up, it spun one and a half times in the air, and she caught the hilt with a clean, sharp motion.

A flicker of undisguised satisfaction flashed in her eyes.

This blade was three levels higher than her previously dull machete; combined with her close-combat skills, it could take half the life of an elite monster within three moves.

Jiang Yanxue slid the Shadow Instant-Kill Blade into the tactical strap on her outer thigh and patted the hilt.

"It's alright."

Only two words left her mouth.

But when she sheathed the knife, she pointedly took off her old, battered dagger and threw it away—an action more honest than any verbal praise.

Only Shen Wanxing stood there, cupping a golden heart-shaped pendant, her expression complicated.

The pendant was beautiful, with delicate wing patterns carved onto its warm golden shell.

[Protection of the Goddess of Luck (Gold Quality): Can block one fatal attack for the wearer every three days.]

A life-saving divine artifact.

Among the over 800,000 players in the entire District 069, fewer than five people possessed something like this.

Logically, she should be grinning from ear to ear.

But Shen Wanxing's face was written with a giant word: "Loss."

"Chen Chen..." She pouted, shaking the pendant clenched in her palm.

"These rewards are settled and distributed directly by the system. They don't count as opening a chest, nor are they naturally dropped loot."

She held up a finger, her tone overly serious: "My talent can't be triggered."

A beat of silence.

"The critical hit can't be doubled."

Another beat.

"I feel like I've lost a hundred million."

The carriage fell silent for two seconds.

Jiang Yanxue's mouth twitched.

Holding a Gold-quality life-saving item and still complaining it wasn't enough, even thinking about doubling it.

Just how spoiled had this girl become?

Chen Chen walked over, his palm landing on her head, both rubbing and patting it.

"Be content. To get such a unique, top-tier reward, 799,999 of the 800,000 people in the district would want to strangle you."

Shen Wanxing shrunk her neck and didn't speak again, but she secretly hung the golden pendant around her neck, tucking it deep inside the collar of her windbreaker against her skin, hiding it thoroughly.

Her mouth complained, but her body was honest.

Chen Chen stepped back and looked out the car window.

The dark red light pillar of the Altar of Flesh had dissipated, but the soaring energy pillar and the server-wide announcement from earlier were equivalent to planting a flag on the map of District 069.

His coordinates were exposed.

Plus the wreckage of the slaughtered Juehu Convoy and the burning scrap iron scattered all around—

The smell of blood and energy residue in this area could be picked up by any Aberrant within a radius of dozens of kilometers.

Before long, the small-scale horde would turn into a medium-sized one.

"Pack up, let's move."

Chen Chen jumped out of the car carrying a thirty-six-slot storage backpack.

Scattered around the altar were large amounts of resources the Juehu Convoy hadn't had time to take away—

The wealth they had scavenged along the way had all been left in place after that Black-Robed Apostle killed them and intercepted the loot.

Chen Chen crouched down, his hands moving extremely fast: titanium alloy plates, high-grade parts, several unopened dark iron chests—

With the backpack open and his mind sweeping over them, the items were sucked into the slots like they were being pulled by a vacuum cleaner.

Forty seconds.

The area was cleared.

He buckled the backpack and swung it over his shoulder.

Stepping back into the driver's seat.

A turn of the key, and the C-rank turbocharged engine roared.

The eleven-ton mobile heavy fortress crushed the scrap iron wreckage and turned to drive away from the Altar of Flesh.

The B-rank self-healing tires gripped the road, and the speed reached 140 km/h within half a minute.

In the rearview mirror, the bone altar dripping with dark red liquid grew smaller and smaller, eventually swallowed by the rolling yellow sand.

The regional channel was still exploding.

"SSS-rank sacrifice?? On the third day of the server? What kind of species is this person?"

"What's even more ridiculous is, have you seen his combat power ranking? He's crushing the number one spot! He's nearly doubled the score of that Iron Wall guy from the military!"

"Does anyone know which road he's on? I want to... I just want to take a look from afar..."

Chen Chen closed the channel.

He maintained a speed of 120 km/h for nearly forty minutes.

Outside the windshield, the terrain gradually changed from flat Gobi to rugged rock walls.

Shen Wanbing raised her hand to press the blue gemstone on her new necklace, closing her eyes to quickly scan the area.

"Six kilometers to the front left, there's a natural canyon. The cliff walls on both sides are over thirty meters high, and the valley floor is just wide enough for the RV to pass through. There are no biological heat signatures in the valley."

Chen Chen turned the steering wheel.

The RV drove off the road, rolled over a bumpy gravel slope, and plunged into the canyon entrance.

The crimson rock walls on both sides narrowed overhead, letting in only a thin sliver of moonlight.

The valley floor was covered with weathered sand and stone, which crunched under the B-rank tires.

After driving in for about four hundred meters, the canyon took a turn.

Behind the bend was a relatively open oval-shaped space, surrounded by walls on three sides and semi-enclosed overhead—a natural air-raid shelter.

Engine off.

He took the mental shielding device out of the storage space, and the amethyst's eerie glow lit up on the roof of the car.

An invisible force field silently expanded, completely erasing this eleven-ton armored monster from the world's perception.

Outside the canyon, the wind was still blowing.

Occasionally, the roar of an Aberrant came from the distance, refracted by the rock walls into a hollow echo.

It had nothing to do with them anymore.

Chen Chen leaned back against the driver's seat and let out a long breath.

The three wounds on his right forearm slashed by the Tyrant's teeth were still throbbing with pain, and the hemostatic bandage was already soaked with blood.

He unwrapped the old bandage, took out a new one from his backpack, and bit one end to re-wrap it.

Jiang Yanxue handed him half a bottle of water from the back row.

Chen Chen took it, gulped down two mouthfuls, and threw it back.

The carriage's constant temperature system was running, and the 26-degree warm air kept the cold out.

The water purifier of the life-support module made a faint humming sound, accumulating drinking water into the storage tank drop by drop.

Safe.

No more killing things tonight.

Shen Wanxing had already taken off half of her windbreaker, curled up barefoot in the corner of the mattress with her head against the armored wall, her eyelids drooping.

From midnight until now, between firing the heavy machine gun and racing the car to ram the Tyrant, the girl's spirit had long been exhausted.

Shen Wanbing's mental recovery necklace had just been put on and wasn't warm yet; its effects needed time, and she was also tired to the extreme.

The passenger seat was reclined flat, her blanket pulled up to her chin, and within two minutes, her breathing became slow and steady.

Jiang Yanxue was the last to lie down—not on the bed, but leaning against the base of the armored wall in the rear compartment, clutching her newly acquired Shadow Instant-Kill Blade, wrapping another blanket around herself, and closing her eyes.

Her posture was like a beast ready to jump up and strike at any moment.

But her breathing soon leveled out.

A sense of security was something she had lacked for too long.

Chen Chen sat in the driver's seat and adjusted the backrest fifteen degrees further back.

Outside the window, the purple force field shimmered with faint ripples under the moonlight.

The canyon was quiet, save for the sound of the wind.

He pulled up his personal status panel.

[Physique: 50]

[Agility: 26]

[Perception: 28]

[Spirit: 28]

A new golden line appeared in the skill bar: [Absolute Control: Gravity Field].

The storage backpack was stuffed full—titanium alloy, military-grade parts, fuel, rations, ammo modules.

Enough food, enough supplies, enough to fight.

Ranked first.

All three golden affixes had evolved to Lv.2 or higher.

Three "living bodhisattvas" were lying in the car.

These days... were becoming more and more promising!