Translator: AnubisTL
Ding! Player race detected as human. First Recharge Gift Pack cannot be used.
This option is exclusively for the elf race. Only elves can activate the First Recharge Gift Pack.
The elf race's innate ability is: "Pay to Win!"
"Can't use it?" Chen Jiang frowned, stubbornly trying a few more times before finally accepting defeat.
On the interface, besides the First Recharge Gift Pack, there was also a recharge button.
But this recharge function was also unusable, displaying the same message: "Only members of the elf race can use this feature."
"What's this?" Scar Dog, standing beside him, noticed the First Recharge Gift Pack button on his own interface. Upon realizing it was restricted to elves, he couldn't help but complain, "What's this? Racial discrimination?"
"Can I report this?" he grumbled before sighing regretfully. "If I'd known the elf race's innate ability was 'Pay to Win,' we shouldn't have chosen the human race back then. That racial ability sounds like the protagonist's cheat code in some novels!"
"Isn't that way better than our human racial ability, 'Nirvana Rebirth'?"
"That won't be necessary," Chen Jiang said, shaking his head dismissively. "We don't need to go through all that trouble. We just need to find an elf, force them to buy the First Recharge Gift Pack, and then have them transfer the contents to us."
"The only problem is, we don't know what currency system this First Recharge Gift Pack uses."
"So far, we haven't seen any currency system in the Ten Thousand Races Arena. The only currency we've encountered is credit points, but those are part of the mechanical race's system."
"It's possible there's a currency system specifically designed for the elf race. For example, only elf players might receive exclusive currency when they kill mutated beasts, and this currency could be used to recharge, exchange for items, and purchase the First Recharge Gift Pack and special discount bundles."
"If we can really operate the way I described earlier..."
"This might not be good news for the elf race. After all, most alien players would probably want to capture a few elves, just like they'd capture shopkeeper NPCs."
"I see..." Scar Dog nodded thoughtfully, propping his chin on one hand, lost in thought.
"Alright, then."
Chen Jiang gazed at the approaching wasteland and said, "Let's head back and rest for a bit. The surface temperature must be at least forty degrees Celsius. We're drenched in sweat."
"This hellhole doesn't even have air conditioning, let alone a cold shower."
When they first crossed into this world, it wasn't yet the peak of summer—just the beginning.
Now, three months had passed.
The temperature had soared to levels unbearable for surface-dwelling creatures.
Even the thick-skinned mutated beasts rarely ventured out during the day; it was simply too brutal.
Chen Jiang and Scar Dog, still in their suits, were sweating buckets. Their backs were already soaked through.
Huff!
Soon, they slipped into the shipping container behind the wasteland without alerting anyone.
Without direct sunlight, the temperature dropped significantly—though it was far from cool, merely better than the surrounding heat.
Scar Dog let out a heavy breath, tossed his sweat-soaked suit aside, and grabbed a piece of cardboard to fan himself, savoring the hard-won coolness.
"Brother Jiang, let's take out that arena master."
"I saw it myself—he's got an air conditioner."
"This weather... without air conditioning, it's a death sentence."
"Just bear with it."
Chen Jiang shook his head, casually removing his suit jacket and tie and tossing them aside. "We barely survived. Let's not count our chickens before they hatch."
"Once we get those 5,000 semi-scrapped items tomorrow, we'll upgrade the turret's firepower. It still won't be enough to go head-to-head with District 18, but we should be able to gradually wear them down."
"It feels like things are finally looking up."
Scar Dog lay dazed on the straw mat spread on the ground, pulling a crumpled pack of cigarettes from his pocket. He lit one and brought it to his lips. "This is way better than when we first landed in this world."
"True."
Just then—
They suddenly heard the sound of footsteps approaching.
Damn it!
A dangerous glint flashed in both Chen Jiang and Scar Dog's eyes. They silently rose from the ground, gripped their guns, carefully identified the direction of the approaching footsteps, and prepared to flee in the opposite direction.
Was it the wasteland security patrol?
Impossible. It's broad daylight—the solar heat would kill anyone out there.
The crane operator hadn't moved all day; he was probably asleep in the air-conditioned cab. What was this security guard doing patrolling under the scorching sun in broad daylight?
Could he be searching for semi-scrapped items?
But this area was mainly used for storing construction debris and large trash containers—there were no semi-scrapped items here at all.
The semi-scrapped items were piled up in another direction. Had the guard gotten lost?
Just then—
They suddenly heard a clear, slightly anxious female voice from outside, tinged with a hint of fear.
"Are you... are you here?"
"I'm a human player, Liu Ruyue."
Not a security guard.
Chen Jiang's expression darkened as he clicked off the safety of his firearm. During their return journey, they had deliberately taken several detours, carefully observed their surroundings for any signs of pursuit, and even checked each other for listening devices and trackers.
Yet, despite their meticulous precautions...
They had still been followed?
Soon, they saw a girl peek inside, her face dusty and clearly unmade-up for days. When she spotted Chen Jiang and his companion, a flicker of excitement lit up her eyes.
"I finally found you two."
"I'm a human player too! I've been following you the whole way!"
"Is it safe hiding here? I knew about this wasteland before, but I never dared to come in, afraid of being discovered by the wastelanders."
"You, come in!"
Chen Jiang's face darkened as he raised his gun, aiming it at the girl's head. His voice was cold and expressionless as he demanded, "How did you manage to follow us?"
"I..."
The girl's eyes darted around nervously as she lowered her head, tugging at the hem of her shirt. "I saw you two from behind. You looked so well-dressed and successful, so I followed you. I don't mean any harm..."
"Sigh."
Scar Dog sighed, stood up, and cocked his shotgun with one hand. He walked over to the girl, casually slammed the container door shut, and pressed the muzzle of his gun against her forehead.
His index finger lightly rested on the trigger.
His voice was cold and furious as he snarled, "Do you think we're fools?"
"You have three seconds to reveal your innate ability. Otherwise, you can test whether your human-exclusive innate ability—supposedly resurrection—actually works."
"I..."
(End of the Chapter)
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