Chapter 20: "I am also a Human Player, I've been following you two all this way!"

"Ding, the player's race detected as Human, ineligible to use the First Recharge Gift Pack."

"This option is prepared for the Elf Race. Only they can activate the First Recharge Gift Pack."

"The racial talent of the Elf Race is - the more you spend, the stronger you become!"

"Can't use it?"

Kerr Cowell frowned, slightly disbelieving, and tried a few more times before finally admitting that he couldn't use it.

On the panel, besides the First Recharge Gift Pack, there was also a recharge button.

But the recharge function also couldn't be used, once again prompting that it was only available to elves.

"What is this?"

At this moment, Scar Dog noticed the First Recharge Gift Pack button on the panel and couldn't help but complain: "What's this about? Racism?"

"Can I report this?"

Then, he sighed regretfully: "If we had known, we wouldn't have chosen humans. After all, becoming stronger with spending is like having a golden finger in a novel."

"Isn't this better than our Human Race Talent, Nirvana Rebirth?"

"No need for that."

Kerr Cowell shook his head nonchalantly: "No need for such trouble. We just need to find an elf and force them to buy the First Recharge Gift Pack, and then give the items to us."

"It's just that, for now, we don't know what the gift pack's currency system is."

"Because we haven't seen any currency system in the Battle of All Races. The only currency we've encountered is credit points, but those are the Mechanical Race's currency system."

"Maybe it is a currency system designed specifically for elves. For example, only Elf Players will get exclusive currency from killing Mutated Beasts, which can be used to recharge and exchange items, as well as the First Recharge Gift Pack and special packages."

"If we can actually do what I just said."

"This might not be a good thing for the Elf Race, because most Alien Race gamers probably want to catch a few Elf Players just like they have caught some NPC shopkeepers."

"I see..."

Scar Dog nodded thoughtfully, resting his chin on his hand, pondering.

"Alright."

Kerr Cowell looked at the approaching ruins and said: "Let's go back and rest first. It must be at least 40 degrees out here; we're covered in sweat."

"This damn environment doesn't even have air conditioning, let alone a shower."

When they arrived in this world, it wasn't during the scorching summer, but soon after.

Now, three months later,

The temperature had spiked to unbearable levels for surface creatures.

It was precisely for this reason that Mutated Beasts, even with their thick skin, rarely went out during the day, as it was too painful.

And for Kerr and Scar Dog, wearing suits, these sweat-inducing artifacts were already drenched in sweat.

...

"Phew!"

Soon enough,

The two of them slipped into the shipping container behind the ruins without alarming anyone.

Without direct sunlight, the temperature dropped significantly, though still not cool, it's just slightly better than the surroundings.

Scar Dog let out a heavy breath, threw his sweaty suit aside, and grabbed a piece of cardboard to fan himself, enjoying the hard-earned coolness.

"Mr. Jacob, let's work for that director."

"I saw that he has air conditioning there."

"Without air conditioning in this weather, it's really life-threatening."

"Bear with it."

Kerr Cowell shook his head, casually removing his suit and tie: "It's not easy to survive, don't talk about it yet."

"Once we get those 5000 Semi-Scrap Items tomorrow, we'll enhance the firepower of the gun turret. We might still be slightly weaker to compete with Community 18, but we should have no problem slowly consuming them."

"Suddenly, things seem to be getting better."

Scar Dog dreamily lay down on the straw mat on the ground, took out a wrinkled pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one, and put it in his mouth: "It's much better than when we first arrived in this world."

"Indeed."

At this time -'

They suddenly heard footsteps outside.

Damn!

A dangerous glint flashed in the eyes of Kerr Cowell and Scar Dog, who silently crawled on the ground, gripping their firearms and carefully identifying the direction they came from, preparing to flee in the opposite direction.

Was it the security guard of the ruins patrolling here?

Impossible, the scorching sun was enough to kill a person in broad daylight.

Even the crane operator had stopped moving, and might even be sleeping in the tower crane room with the air conditioner on, so why would a security guard be patrolling under the scorching sun during the day?

Or had someone come to search for the Semi-Scrapped Items?

But the main pile of construction waste was in another direction, so there were no Semi-Scrapped Items here at all.

Had the security guard lost his way?

However, at this moment -'

Suddenly, they heard a somewhat uneasy and slightly fearful crisp female voice outside.

"You... are you guys here?"

"I'm a Human Player, Breanna Lewis."

It wasn't a security guard.

Kerr Cowell's face darkened as he unlocked the safety on the firearm in his hand, pointing it at the forehead of the girl in front of him emotionlessly: "How did you follow us?"

"I..."

The girl's eyes darted around as she tugged at the corner of her clothes, whispering, "I saw you guys and thought you were doing well so I followed you, I mean no harm..."

"Sigh."

Scar Dog sighed, got up and loaded his shotgun before walking to the girl, shutting the door of the shipping container, and pressing the gun barrel against her forehead.

His index finger lightly pressed on the trigger.

Angry, he said coldly: "You think we are idiots?"

"Tell us your talent in three seconds, or you can try out the exclusive talent of the human race, to see if you can really be resurrected from the dead."

"I..."