Rita got the answer she was looking for—each hit cost 0.2% of her health, taken from the 18 points. It gave her the sa satisfaction as getting a cash bonus after hacking away at sothing to reach 99.99%—only to need 100 more friends to finish the job.
It was fine. These two skills didn’t seem to conflict after all.
Satisfied with the result, Rita imdiately deactivated Survive Until the End and fired a magic missile at herself. The smoke from the spell hadn’t cleared before she collapsed to the ground and left the battlefield.
As her vision faded to black, she noticed the chanical races standing still in the room. Strangely, she felt no unease. In fact, she didn’t sense any hidden tricks up their sleeves—quite the opposite. It felt almost like they were intentionally holding back, though she couldn’t prove it.
Perhaps the only evidence was that all the robot numbers started with "8017"?
…
The lead robot, B8017121, waved its hand, deactivating the sealing skill.
The other chanical races exchanged silent glances, communicating without words. One of the perks of being chanical races was that they could communicate like this without anyone noticing, as if they were always in a private chat.
"8017913 actually left?"
"Yeah, it suddenly said it had found the hope to ignite the Soul Fla. I thought it had lost its mind."
"Wasn’t it punished by the gods and thrown into the Abandoned Zone?"
"Yeah, I got a ssage from it earlier today, and I thought sothing had broken."
"Sigh, the squad leader’s leniency was too obvious."
"Do you think the Inspector will suspect us?"
"That idiot? He doesn’t have enough authority to find anything out."
"I’m not too worried. That human player’s quick little moves are quite distracting."
"She could’ve left earlier if she didn’t keep testing us with those strange skills."
"Well, no wonder 8017913 would follow her. They’re both mischievous."
"Let simulate so jealousy."
"Based on 8017913’s statent, it seems like the Abandoned Zone players might launch a counterattack soon."
"Has anyone interacted with Lania Kaia Maple Syrup? We should calculate the probability of her gathering players for a counterattack."
"I’ve t her before. Her personality... well, let’s just say I calculated it, and it’s 100%."
"Why hasn’t the squad leader said anything?"
"Probably thinking about 8017913. They’re close."
"We lost a total of 69 ore, including two first-class diamonds. I’m quiet because I’m calculating this."
"Ah?"
"Whose shop is this?"
"Ah! My shop! I hate 8017913! I hate it!"
"Why don’t you hate BS Rita?"
"She even dared to steal from Y128! I’ll just laugh it off."
"Yeah…"
"Feels like 8017913 jumped from one hole into another."
"Hahaha."
…
[You have died]
[Death penalty being applied]
[Ding — You lost 0.5% accuracy.]
[Choose whether to resurrect outside — Yes/No]
— [Yes]
[Choose resurrection cost — 3 S-level skills/1 divine talent skill]
— [3 S-level skills]
Rita selected the 3 S-level skills she had purchased from Lania Kaia in preparation for such situations.
She glanced at her World Graveyard. The Green Dragon, which could unlock a weapon or equipnt, was no longer there. It wasn’t a big loss; as long as her World Graveyard Key remained intact, losing other items wasn’t too significant.
It would have been nice if there was a trade system where you could swap a World Graveyard from another world for one in this world!
When she opened her eyes again, Rita found herself in a forest. She checked her map, confird she was in BS, and finally relaxed.
The first thing she did was transfer all the ore in her possession into her inventory. Temporary Pocket wasn’t sothing she trusted completely.
She also secured the feather containing the Drunkard skill before taking it out and using Cat Head to teleport back to her villa.
She quickly ssaged Shadow.Q, asking her to bring the gold to pick up the items from the Marmang world. Then, she summoned Nivalis and began sorting through her spoils.
First, her eyes caught the change—her pupils had turned silver.
She took out the Wrathful Moon and gazed into it for a while. The moon inside was the sa as before, so she chose to mute herself again.
She understood: "You’re a low-level moon."
The moon inside the lantern flickered suddenly.
Rita smiled in satisfaction and put it away. This was Wrathful Moon.
She didn’t even bother hiding it with bandages this ti. If Shadow.Q saw it, so be it.
Next, there was the antenna she had snatched from Y128 with Refurbish—and the item she had stolen from them.
The forr turned out to be a perfect, mysterious item. At this point, it wasn’t so much an antenna as it looked like a tal rod inserted into a purple crystal donut.
Lonely Antenna Baby (Perfect Mystery Item):
Wearing it on your head will temporarily cut off all contact with the world, isolating you from it.
You will be invisible, inaudible, untouchable, and untraceable; no one will notice or rember you, except for the gods.
There is no cooldown ti. When used, it consus 2000 mana per second as energy, or you can use health points instead of mana (because of you, a chanical race will beco bald, and you will face its fierce revenge).
Rita: ...Hmm, sorry.
But she liked it!!
This was practically a powerful invisibility skill, with the only downside being its massive consumption.
Every second cost 1000 mana. With her intelligence of 223 points, her mana without equipnt was only 15,975.
That ant, without a mana recovery skill, she could only stay invisible for about 8 seconds…
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But 8 seconds was still precious, especially since it allowed her to be completely undetectable by anyone except the gods. This was an invaluable item.
She pulled out a cold item from her inventory.
A glass cup the size of a cola can, filled to the brim with snow, with a dead twig sticking out of the middle.
Its appearance reminded her… of an aromatic candle?
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