From Godhood to the Heavens

Looking at the red glow appearing in the scope on the computer screen, a chubby guy squatting in the internet cafe rubbed his eyes and showed a hint of confusion.

"Strange, aren't kill effects not allowed to be red?"

The thought flashed through his mind, and he couldn't quite figure it out, but the next moment, he switched back to the sniper rifle.

Open the scope and keep a close eye on the red house ahead.

"You're right under my nose, and you still want to escape? Watch me blow your head off!"

Fang Ping leaned against the wall under the window, let out a heavy sigh of relief, and his mind relaxed instantly. Only then did he feel a heart-wrenching pain.

He slightly raised his body and looked up at his right leg. A bloody hole was gushing blood, which had seeped into the ground. He had been shot at some point.

As Fang Ping's attention shifted to his right leg, the pain surged like a tidal wave. He clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes revealing a hint of coldness and madness.

He took off his upper body clothes, then cupped his hands together to form a thin strip of cloth, and slowly extended it towards the window, revealing a sliver of skin.

He swayed slightly at the window, and the next moment there was a bang as a bullet pierced through his clothes and struck the wall beside him.

The other party was clearly still in the same spot, with their gun pointed at them at all times, ready to fire a bullet at any moment.

Although the crisis was still there, Fang Ping glanced at the door next to him and instantly calmed down. He began to move slowly along the wall, avoiding the sniper's line of sight.

Meanwhile, his gaze searched the room, finding a pistol, a sack of bullets, and a roll of bandages in the small room on the right.

After a quick mental assessment, I realized that my position was directly opposite the window, completely within sniping range.

Go up to the second floor directly to the left of the main entrance. Further to the left, there's another room; I don't know what's inside.

However, it has already been confirmed that this world is the world of Peace Elite, so in every house, besides all kinds of weapons, the one thing that is never lacking is recovery potions.

Waves of pain kept stimulating his brain, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead. Fang Ping began to move his body to the left.

A sniper's field of vision has blind spots, but it is not static. If Fang Ping's figure cannot be seen for a long time...

Then the house on the left might no longer be safe.

Therefore, we must make the most of this short period of time.

As for returning directly to the Super God Universe, Fang Ping didn't even consider it, which is why he only glanced at the gate.

If someone thinks of running away at the slightest danger, they would have died countless times by the time the world ends.

What should have been a short distance of two steps now seemed like an insurmountable chasm, stretching endlessly into the distance.

Pressing himself tightly against the wall and trying to avoid the enemy's line of sight as much as possible, Fang Ping quickly arrived at the house on the left.

My eyes lit up instantly. Two bottles of blue, cola-like drinks sat quietly in the middle of the room, while in a small room further inside, there was a bottle of red and white painkillers.

As for other items, Fang Ping couldn't care less about them. He needed to recover from his injuries as soon as possible, otherwise he wouldn't have much fighting power.

The enemy's equipment is different; being hit by three to five shots, unless it's to the head, will have virtually no effect.

So, without hesitation, Fang Ping began to climb forward along the leftmost wall.

When you get close to an energy drink, just reach out and grab it and drink it.

The moment he drank it, a bullet tinkled out of the wound, then the bleeding stopped quickly, and the granulation tissue began to grow wildly, recovering most of its strength in an instant.

The tingling sensation and the pain of the bullet squeezing the wound brought tears to Fang Ping's eyes.

Seeing that his injuries had mostly healed, Fang Ping breathed a sigh of relief. In the game, he instantly recovered 40% of his health, and then every few seconds he recovered 10% of his health and energy.

It would take at least several tens of seconds for the injury to fully heal, and Fang Ping could feel that the wound was still healing.

"What a blunder! I should have taken painkillers!" Fang Ping's lips twitched incessantly; the tingling sensation was simply exhilarating.

However, he quickly regained his composure and focused his attention on other items. He picked up a level 1 bag without hesitation. It was trash that he would basically ignore in the game, and was only used to get rid of junk at most.

There's no time to complain now. A level 2 armor is put on, its heavy weight giving me a great sense of security.

He then picked up the energy drink from the ground, went into the small room, found a painkiller, a Bison assault rifle, and 40 rounds of 9mm ammunition.

First, fill the magazine, then put the remaining bullets into the level 1 pack, and start walking inside the house through the door.

[Sniper rifle silencer] [20-liter gasoline can] [Level 2 armor]

He picked up the sniper rifle suppressor and tossed it into the level 1 backpack hanging around his neck, ignoring the rest.

I walked back into the room and followed the wall back to the position facing the main door, heading towards the second floor.

They quickly searched the second floor as well, and found two more energy drinks, a first-aid kit, some weapon parts, two fragmentation grenades, a stun grenade, an AK47, and various types of ammunition.

It's truly amazing that even though it only contains two palm-sized level 1 bags, a suitcase, and a medical kit, it seems to have reduced its weight considerably.

However, overall, Fang Ping's own load exceeded 40 kilograms, and even with his enhanced body, he vaguely felt that he couldn't keep up.

However, the enemy has not yet been defeated, the crisis has not yet been resolved, and although the gains are considerable, they are insignificant compared to the risk of one's life.

Having been shot for no reason, Fang Ping couldn't stand the humiliation of not retaliating.

In the blink of an eye, it began to move toward each window, probing the outside world little by little through various blind spots.

A figure crawling on the ground in the distance, on the other side of the computer screen, kept opening and closing the scope, gradually becoming more and more irritable, his brows furrowing more and more.

"This guy is so good at hiding, I don't believe he can get away."

At the same time, the safe zone in the upper right corner of the computer screen refreshed again. The fat man opened the map casually and couldn't help but curse under his breath. The safe zone had shrunk to another corner.

Without hesitation, he put away his sniper rifle, found a direction, and ran towards the red house.

"I'll fuck you to death!"

Fang Ping had already observed the enemy's approximate location; the mountain peak not far away was at most 300 meters away.

In a game, with just one scope, your view instantly zooms in, but putting that aside, he didn't find a scope.

It's a real-person operation, completely different from operating a computer. You can get a headshot from miles away, just aim and fire.

Now, with a submachine gun, an assault rifle, and a pistol in his hand, Fang Ping lacks the ability to continuously hit enemies from 300 meters away.

Therefore, he knew the mentality of gamers, and he absolutely couldn't resist leaving like that.