Matrix Survival: One random treasure chest per day

Chapter 694 Come forward
People who frequently work at high intensity have definitely had this experience.

When you are immersed in your work, you are focused solely on the task at hand, without any distractions. Even if you have been working for more than ten hours straight, even if you are already at your breaking point, you will not feel too tired.

But if you stop what you're doing at this moment, all the negative sensations that you hadn't noticed before will rush in and overwhelm you.

At this point, your craving for a cigarette will kick in, and you'll need to smoke one.

Your craving for alcohol will kick in, and you'll need a drink.

Your urge to criticize will kick in, and you'll have to spend a few days in detention.

You'll feel tired, hungry, and thirsty, and you'll be eager to make up for all the needs you missed during work hours.

Li Zheng is like this now, pushing his body too hard. He was able to ignore the discomfort he felt when he was immersed in the battle.

Now that he's stopped, he just doesn't want to do anything, he just wants to lie down and let his body get plenty of rest.

"Go back, leave this to us, go back."

The sound continued to ring in my ears, possessing a comforting power that brought a sense of peace.

"..." Li Zheng hesitated for a moment, but could not hold back any longer, so he nodded and said, "Okay."

He has done everything he could; continuing to force himself to fight will only wear him down.

Dragging his exhausted body back to the Golden Zone, Li Zheng collapsed as soon as he entered, his consciousness momentarily blurred before quickly regaining its clarity.

"Xiaoying!" Dai Xianghui ran anxiously behind me, sat down next to me, and gently lifted my head to rest under her soft legs.

"Dad, is something wrong with him?" Li Zheng asked with concern.

"You're busy."

With aches and pains all over her body, Xiaoying didn't even have the strength to lift her hand to touch Dai Xiang's head: "Dad is just tired, he'll be fine after a rest."

"Okay." Dai Xiang clenched his fist to cheer Xiao Ying on: "Go, Daddy! Daddy's the best!"

Sakura smiled wryly, thinking that things would be like that from now on, with her fighting in the back and Dai Xiang cheering her on from the front.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, a loud laugh came from the side: "I thought Wu Shao was so powerful, but he managed to kill a twisted creature and then ran away. What a piece of trash!"

Miriel was immediately enraged: "If I'm trash, then what is that guy who hides in the golden zone and schemes like a fly?"

While accepting the protection of the Celestial Dragons, they turned a blind eye to the Celestial Dragons' battles, waiting for the Celestial Dragons to kill these twisted creatures so that they could reap the benefits.

Such people are no different from flies waiting outside a latrine for others to defecate so they can enjoy the excrement.

While sucking on feces, they also whisper disgusting things in the ear of the person relieving themselves!

"A wise man knows when to yield. It's shameful to pretend to be a good-for-nothing when you know you're useless!" the man continued to mock.

“Him!” Miriel opened her mouth to curse, but was stopped by Sakura.

"When a soldier is wounded or killed in battle, the first thing flies notice is our flaws and wounds. They suck at them, buzzing around, feeling proud and thinking they are more heroic than the wounded or killed soldiers."

But the soldiers had already swung their weapons away from us.

So the flies buzzed even louder, thinking themselves the voice of decay, for their perfection was far below that of the warrior. No one had ever seen the flies' flaws or wounds.

However, a flawless warrior is still a warrior, and a perfect fly is still just a fly.

Sakura said calmly, "That's what a writer from your hometown said. You just need to repeat it and pass it on to him."

"Flies?" Li Zheng asked curiously and innocently, "Dad, do flies eat poop?"

If Dai Xiang's nonchalant remark equated this person with a fly, allowing me to suppress my anger, then Li Zheng's seemingly casual remark ignited my fury.

"Are they courting death?" the man said, a strong killing intent enveloping Xiaoying and the others.

“You advised him to act rashly.” Dai Xiang glanced at me, then gestured for me to look at Qi Zhou.

The man turned his head and looked around seven times, only to find that a dozen or so figures had gathered around him, staring at him silently, ready to speak.

"They want to stand up for that good-for-nothing?" I said with a bright smile.

"Stand out?" Nobody laughed. "You're just enjoying it for him. What's the point of talking about standing out?"

"Hmph." The man snorted, "They actually stooped so low as to associate with such trash, disgracing their race!"

“Loss, what kind of argument is that?” the man with the double laugh said. “Does that mean there are no powerful members outside their race? Are all these members useless? He’s our race, and that’s a disgrace to his race.”

Loser said arrogantly, "Your clansmen reach only the initial stage of strength upon reaching adulthood. How low is your bloodline? How can such trash be compared to your clan?"

"The theory of bloodline has long been banned by the terminal. Does he still dare to bring it up in public? Is he afraid that his entire clan will be expelled from the inner city?" No one angrily rebuked him. That kind of theory, which was full of bloodline and racial discrimination, was suppressed by the terminal on the very day it was proposed by some scholars with ulterior motives. It is surprising that no one regards it as the golden rule.

Loser said, "Even if your clan is expelled from the city, your bloodline is still far less noble than others!"

“Stubbornness is a sign of a bad spirit.” Everyone shook their heads. It’s one of the two hardest things in the world to put one’s own thoughts out of other people’s minds.

The proponents of the bloodline theory succeeded in brainwashing Losl, and as for us...

We're too lazy to try and change Losel's opinion.

"Are they sure they want to protect this person?" Loser looked around at everyone, his threat quite obvious.

“Alright, since he insists on saying that…” the person who spoke first said in a feigned helpless tone, “you really have to protect me.”

"Although you are able to participate in the battle because you lack no mental strength or willpower, any warrior who dares to face the twisted creatures is worthy of your efforts."

"Whatever his motives for wanting to attack me, he'll have to get past you guys first!"

The Dragon Clan's Battle Will Blessing can help others resist environmental attacks within a certain distance in front of the Golden Light Zone, but some people, unaware of their own limitations, instinctively disregard these attacks and can fully retreat into battle mode.

Because our minds were filled with distracting thoughts, the Heavenly Dragon Clan's Blessing of War could help us, so before venturing out of the Golden Light Zone, we had to come back in.

Those who stood up for Dai Xiang were all like that.

Our hearts are with all races, but our strength is somewhat lacking, so we stayed in the Golden Light Zone to look for opportunities.

But we would never have the intention to harm others.

Sakura suspects that if we were given time to continue growing, and if a beast tide like today happened again, we would also be on the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)