5 Good Luck, Human Child

Nancy's footsteps wavered for a moment before she finally stopped.

She said, "Just run. Leave me alone."

"No, I promised I wouldn't leave you behind," Felicia panted as she said, "I'll think of something."

As the black yak approached, Nancy said anxiously, "Ignore me, or both of us will die."

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The black figure rushed over.

Felicia was so anxious that her face was covered in sweat. Panting, she said, "I'll lure it away. You go to the left and hide."

She waved at the black yak immediately after: "Hey big guy, I'm here. Come and chase me."

Then, she lifted the black cloth and turned to run.

The huge black cloth made a wavy arc and soon covered her figure.

Nancy slowly straightened her back.

She did not go to the left to hide. Instead, she stood there and stared straight at the charging black yak.

There was no fear in her eyes.

The black yak's momentum caused the black cloth to move along with it.

The black cloth started to move in waves again.

In the huge space, this gave off a strange and oppressive feeling.

The girl's muddy dress fluttered.

Her long hair flowed with the wind.

Moo—

The black yak was extremely excited to see a living human being, and its cries became even louder.

It did not chase after Felicia.

Its four hooves leaped up, and two curved horns pointed straight at Nancy as it charged.

Nancy slanted her body and the black yak rushed into the black cloth.

She turned around, grabbed the black cloth, and flipped it to the opposite side. Then, she grabbed the other corner of the black cloth.

She tied the black yak in the black cloth itself.

The big black yak trapped in the black cloth cried out loudly and charged around.

Within a few seconds, its horn cut a hole in the black cloth.

The black yak became even more excited.

The four hooves stomped on the floor, and the black cloth was torn into pieces by its mouth and horns.

Nancy's expression changed slightly. She reached out her right hand and took out a dagger from her pocket.

She rushed over, grabbed the tail of the yak, and pulled herself up its body using the momentum.

At this moment, a skinny girl covered in mud rode on the black yak.

The dagger flashed with cold light as it stabbed towards the black yak's neck.

"The black cloth was torn by you, it has nothing to do with me!"

Blood splattered as she said that.

She pulled out her dagger and stabbed it again.

The black yak was in so much pain that it charged straight into the black cloth.

One moment, the huge black cloth was entangling the two, and the next moment, the yak was tearing the cloth apart.

In an instant, four or five pieces of black cloth were torn apart by the black yak.

Nancy's left hand held onto the yak's horn tightly.

She held the dagger tightly in her right hand and repeated the action over and over again.

There were a few times when she was almost jolted down by the black yak and finally climbed back up.

Some of the blood from the yak's neck spilled onto her face and white dress.

At this moment, this skinny girl did not look weak or sickly at all.

She was covered in blood and mud, but she was like the God of Slaughter!

Only after the black yak slowly stopped its rampage did Nancy's right hand—that was holding onto the dagger—stop moving.

The black cloth fluttered about, and the place gradually returned to silence.

Splatter—

The girl lowered her head. Blood flowed down the black yak's mutilated neck and dripped onto the floor.

She took a deep breath and jumped down.

The black yak's cumbersome body crashed to the ground, causing a slight tremor.

The girl touched the blood on her eyelashes.

She saw something in her peripheral vision and stopped.

In the next moment, she bent her legs and collapsed to the ground.

Her lips parted slightly as she began to pant.

It was as if the intense battle just now had triggered a physical illness.

After a while, beads of sweat appeared on the girl's forehead. She was so weak that only her willpower was holding her up.

Even when her body was exhausted, she did not look away.

There was someone standing there.

He stood sideways, wearing a wide, pale gold robe with ancient sacred patterns embroidered on the sleeves and lapels.

His hair was loose, long and soft, like the black cloth floating around him.

The person supported his chin with one hand and looked at the black cloth in front of him, which had been torn and gnawed by the black yak. He was somewhat distressed.

He muttered to himself, "A rule should be set that prohibits the NPCs from destroying the game equipment."

His voice was very special, like a religious prayer that came from heaven above, vast and ethereal.

It resonated with the divine pressure emanating from his body.

Nancy's eyes flickered.

Who was he?

This person gave her the feeling of a statue in a temple, sacred and solemn, making people subconsciously want to kneel and kowtow.

She did not say anything and just looked at him with her limpid eyes.

The man raised his hand and pressed on the black cloth. The tattered black cloth returned to its original state.

He repaired the other cloths in the same way.

Ten minutes later, the black yak's corpse disappeared.

The blood on the floor and on Nancy's body also disappeared.

A note appeared where the black yak had disappeared.

On it was a large word written in black, "Left".

Nancy struggled to crawl over to pick up the note.

However, a hand wearing five rings beat her to it.

The girl frowned and coughed a few times before looking up.

She saw a gentle and holy face.

Unlike her, he was wearing a pair of glasses.

The two ends of the glasses had thin golden tassels hanging on them.

Nancy said softly, "Can you return the slip of paper to me? This is the players' clearance route."

The man held the note in one hand and rested his chin on the other.

He asked something that made Nancy want to roll her eyes, "You can see me?"

Nancy's expression was innocent and weak. She said, "I can see you. My eyes are naturally bright. May I know who you are? You don't look like a player."

"I'm here to repair the damaged game equipment."

He looked at the piece of paper in his hand. Perhaps it was Nancy's imagination, but she heard a hint of laughter in his voice.

"Kids these days are really hardworking. Despite being so sick, you still worked hard to clear the level. It's really tough."

Nancy: "…"

She felt that he was gloating and she had evidence to prove it.

"Here you go, human child. Good luck."

The repairman disappeared. The note floated down and landed in Nancy's hand.

Everything returned to normal.

Nancy glanced at the word "Left", stood up, lifted the black cloth on the left and walked in.

The black yak disappeared.

The game where they ran for their lives ended, followed by a dead silence.

If they stopped moving, there would be complete silence.

The headband youth was lying on the ground.

He removed his headband and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die. Oh my goodness, this is too f*cking thrilling. Ahhhhhhh—"

He broke down and shouted, "If this happens a few more times, I will really break down!"

The middle-aged man sat on the ground with one leg bent. He was also sweating profusely and panting heavily.