Chapter 392: Chapter 378: This Gameā¦ Can Clothes Burst?
Translator: 549690339
The church is full of madmen.
Thatās right.
Is it related to cults or evil gods?
Nope.
This is simply one of the many surprises Lincoln prepared for the players. freewÄbnoveā.com
Whatās the saying?
Who can resist going Unparalleled against a army of enemies?
To make this āUnparalleledā feel more layered, Lincoln also separated the enemies who were surrounded by layers.
With the player at the center, the innermost circle consists of unarmed enemies.
Their goal is to disarm the players.
Whether itās stealing the playerās Weapons or using their own life to consume the playerās ammo, it doesnāt matter, as long as the player is drawn into close combat.
These enemies may be scary to look at, but more so, mentally frightening.
Their Combat Power is not that high, just a āgreetingā effect. freewŃbnoĪ½el.com
Outside this circle are enemies with weapons.
Weapons range from fruit knives, daggers, umbrellas, clubs, walking sticks, stool legs, and even metal prosthetic legs, all readily available materials.
Another circle out, and the enemies are still wielding simple Weapons found everywhere.
But the difference is that these enemies become ātrainedā combatants.
Their attacks become more organized, and the threat level increases.
In other words: the difficulty of the battle increases.
After the players kill all the surrounding ābelievers,ā they are confronted by even more outer circle enemies: Vigoās armed security personnel wielding hot Weapons.
Normally, by this point, the playerās hands might only hold stool legs or prosthetic limbs as weaponsā¦
Using those to fight armed militants with hot Weapons might be a bit difficultā¦
In short, the entire church has layers that escalate, ensuring that players experience one surprise after another in this segment!
Camille Victoria knew nothing of this, but after soothing her emotions, she immediately went back to church.
This time, she neednāt worry about accidentally hurting innocent people.
There were no innocents inside this church!
Entering the church and closing the gate, Camille Victoria raised her Rifle and greeted everyone, āHello everybody! Look over here!ā
All the NPCs in the room turned their heads.
Camille Victoria pulled the trigger without hesitation!
Rapid gunfire filled the church!
All of the NPCs stood up, either escaping or fearlessly charging at Camille Victoria!
The enemies in the front were shot and fell during the charge, their bodies hadnāt yet vanished before being surpassed by those who followed, one after another, unwilling to die!
Red light sprayed from where bullets hit those charging through the Crowd; dying bodies turned into beams of golden light that scattered into the air.
Red and gold light interwove inside the church, representing sacredness and glory! Metal and death sang loudly!
For the sake of the playersā mental health, the gore in this section was reduced, and the exhilarating music incited emotions, distracting attention while the neural modulator-demodulator constantly operated.
All of these efforts were just to ensure that players could fight happily without psychological burdens!
Of course, not like Camille Victoria now, using the Rifle to directly sweep at enemies.
Otherwise-
Boom!
Behind Camille Victoria, the church door she had closed was smashed open from the outside.
She had just emptied her bullets and reloaded before being tackled by the enemy, raising her Rifle again to roar, barely managing to glance back.
In that glance, she saw countless thugs streaming into the church, all wielding guns!
The next moment, gunfire erupted, and various gunshots sounded together.
Camille Victoria was sent back to the Respawn Point again.
Standing by the roadside, Camille Victoria blinked and looked at the AR-15 in her hand.
She couldnāt figure out if the trigger-happy thugs rushing in from outside the door were designed as part of the level or activated by Night Cityās random system due to her excessive firepower.
So, she decided to give it another try!
After all, she didnāt drive her own car and didnāt bring her dog ā the dog was safely in room 818 of the Continental Hotel.
Since the dog was fine and she just had to die a few more times, it wasnāt a big deal for Camille Victoria!
When Yelang first entered the church, he wasnāt as low-key as Camille Victoria.
Armed to the teeth, he walked into the church to find a sermon in progress.
But he didnāt care, and walked straight towards the priest, pulled out his Rifle, aimed at the church ceiling and pulled the trigger without a word.
Gunshots echoed through the church.
Yelang brazenly shouted, āEverybody, get out!ā
Then he leveled the gun at the priest and said, āTell me! Whereās Vigoās Money hidden?!ā
At that moment, he had just walked halfway down the second row of seats in the aisle.
Yelang then heard a series of creaking noises as if everyone in the church simultaneously pushed their chairs back and stood up.
The next moment, he realized it wasnāt a hallucination: everyone really did stand up.
āAre these people so high-quality that they donāt panic when faced with armed criminals and leave the church so orderly?ā Yelang couldnāt help but complain.
But the moment the words left his mouth, the nearby NPCs rushed towards him without fear!
Yelangās first reaction wasnāt to shoot, but seeing that the people rushing towards him were empty-handed, he subconsciously tried to dodge.
By doing so, he missed the best window of opportunity to shoot.
The enemy behind him had already surged forward, with arms, legs, fists, fingernails, and even teeth, indiscriminately attacking Yelang!
He struggled frantically, as the enemies tore at him.
First, the rifle magazine was removed immediately, and soon the rifle itself was taken away by someone.
Then, the pistols and the spare magazines around his waist were taken.
Next, with a āripā sound, one of the sleeves of Yelangās stylish coat was gone.
āRip-ā The other sleeve.
āRip-rip-ā The sleeves of his shirt.
āRip-ā The coat was torn to shreds!
āRip-ā The left trouser leg!
āRip-ā The right trouser leg!
His bulletproof vest was also pulled off during the chaos, and he had no idea where it was thrown.
āRip-rip-rip-ā His sleeveless shirt turned into a ragged beggarās garment.
It didnāt end there; Yelang felt several hands simultaneously touching his belt!
āAh! No, no!!ā
Yelang cried out in horror and then began to apologize inexplicably.
āIām sorry! Iām sorry! I was wrong! No!! Iām live streaming!! Iām sorry!ā
But the enemies around him showed no sign of stopping until-
āBang!ā
A priest, who appeared out of nowhere, shot Yelang and put an end to his pain.
After a brief darkness, Yelang was reborn outside the church.
His weapons were restored, with the AR-15 assault rifle slung over his back, and the tactical belt around his waist had two Glocks, three spare pistol magazines, and two spare rifle magazines, all in place.
Even the lost bulletproof vest was back at his feet.
The only problem was-
His stylish coat was gone, and the white shirt had turned into tattered strips of cloth, with almost no coverage left.
The suit pants had become shorts, barely covering his thighs. His arms and legs were exposed to the air.
This outfit could be punk or beggar-like.
Yelang stood there dumbfounded, while the number of viewers in his live streaming room doubled ā everyone was laughing uncontrollably!
It wasnāt uniform treatment, but rather a special treatment reserved for players who had been trapped by the female killer Perkinsā beauty in the previous mission.
As for someone like Yi, who was half-trapped and half-not, Lincoln had a different treatment in store for them.
Players like that got half the treatment ā their clothes were intact on the top half, but their pants were reduced to just a piece.
The damage was greatly reduced, but the social embarrassment was not diminished.
Although Yelang was relieved, he suddenly felt grateful: āFor the first time, I want to thank Cloud Dream for not allowing players to remove their pants in this setting.ā
āOtherwise, with Lincolnās twisted taste, Iām very skeptical about what wouldāve happened with those NPCs in the churchā¦ā
āDamn!ā
āI have to think about how to pass this level! I canāt just force my way through; itās too terrifying.ā
Death in the game isnāt scary, but social death, which extends beyond the game, is!
Comments suggested he buy new clothes, as his current outfit is too unsightly and hard to look at.
Yelang immediately refused, āBuy my ass, you want me to buy another outfit just for it to get ripped off again?ā
āIām not saying you guys donāt know the value, but itās hard to earn money in Night City.ā
āSave where you can! With the money saved, you can still help out the impoverished little sisters in Night City.ā
āIāll buy new clothes after I clear the church level. For now, letās just bear with it.ā
As Yelang spoke, he picked up the bulletproof vest at his feet and put it on.
But the coarse material directly touched his skin, making him complain in his heart about the terrible feel.
Why did Cloud Dream make the details in this haunted place so intricate?!
The realistic feel made him very worried: If he were to engage in intense movements later, would his chest be rubbed raw and bleed?
Just thinking about it, Yelang couldnāt help but shudder.
But having just said that, it would be even more embarrassing to turn back and buy clothes now.
In the end, he decided to bear with it for now.
So, wearing this highly āshamefulā outfit and holding his rifle, Yelang re-entered the church.
Without any surprises, he chose the same tactics as Camille Victoria ā spraying bullets!
So he soon experienced the same tragedy ā getting attacked from both sides.
No, his situation was even worse than Camille Victoriaās-
At least Camille Victoriaās clothes were intact.
When Yelang was resurrected, the bulletproof vest was still at his feet, but he no longer had the tattered strips of cloth on his upper body. Instead, the āsuit shortsā on his lower body were also gone!
He stood on the street, bare-chested, wearing only a pair of red underwear and a tactical belt filled with pistols and magazines, looking utterly confused.
He wanted to check his chest but felt that doing so during the live stream would be indecent, so he simply rubbed his fingers together and forced himself to bear it.
āHahaha.ā Lincoln laughed his head off at the sight of Yelang in the live stream room.
This guy was just too stubborn!
Mavis also covered her mouth, laughing non-stop.
Outside the church, Yelang was dumbfounded for a while. He looked down at his underwear and finally said with realization, āI think I get it! Is this a āclothes explosion when defeatedā setting?ā
With that thought, he suddenly stopped caring about social embarrassment and became interested:
āNow that I have no clothes left to remove, will my underwear āexplodeā if I continue to lose?ā
āArenāt you curious which setting is more fundamental- the āexploding clothesā or ācanāt remove underwearā?ā
āLetās go, letās test it out! Test it out!ā
Yelang, wearing only his underwear, excitedly charged back into the church again.