CHAPTER 349: CHAPTER 349: BLACKHEARTED

In the secluded, narrow attic, weak chicken had nowhere to retreat and was forced to press his body against the wall, staring at Ji You with a pair of innocent, pure, and frail big eyes.

Ji You’s face was stern, with a hint of cruelty at the corner of her mouth.

Weak chicken shrank his neck.

Ji You, gripping the handle of the gun, said indifferently: "Still not willing to speak?"

Weak chicken’s face was twisted with struggle as he said with a distressed look: "Queen, I, weak chicken... really don’t know what you want, okay?"

Ji You suddenly raised the gun slightly and frowned tightly: "Stop playing dumb, hurry up and clear things up." Of course, what she wanted to know was how weak chicken’s Spiritual Interference could be so silent and undetected.

If this function was not unique, special, and could be learned by others too, then naturally, Ji You would want to master it. She showed her greed for this kind of Spiritual Interference very timely in front of weak chicken, believing that weak chicken must have had a profound feeling of it.

Weak chicken, of course, also had a clear understanding of Ji You’s thoughts, but he did not know how to make his choice.

But before that—

second.

seconds.

seconds.

...

Ji You silently counted the time in her heart. Outside the attic, apart from a few players hiding, a gang of two girls had already clashed with a lone male player.

The light in the attic was dim, Ji You’s forehead was already covered with fine sweat, and her body was a bit unstable, but she bit down hard, determined not to show any signs that weak chicken could detect.

seconds.

Just 5 more seconds.

The air was very quiet, so quiet that even a pin drop could be heard, so the breathing of Ji You and weak chicken was also clearly audible.

Thump!

Thump!

Thump!

That was the heartbeat of weak chicken. Due to the pressure exerted by Ji You, weak chicken seemed very nervous, and his heartbeat was especially fast—this matched the timid image he projected.

And Ji You?

Ji You’s breathing was steady, but—gradually, her breathing began to grow heavier, yet she quickly suppressed it back.

Weak chicken seemed to notice something, quietly raising his head to look at Ji You, but Ji You’s face was expressionless and her gaze cold. Just that one look was enough to scare weak chicken back into withdrawal.

But the sweat of panic was building up on Ji You’s forehead, more and more, about to roll down her cheeks onto the floor. To prevent weak chicken from discovering anything amiss, she slightly tilted her head and forcibly licked up the sweat that rolled to the corner of her lips with her tongue.

Salty! And slightly astringent, the taste of her own sweat was indescribably strange...

But Ji You had no choice but to do so because she was on the verge of not being able to hold on.

Whether it was her physical strength or spiritual power, including the already severe injuries on her body, were all starting to give way. At most 5 seconds, if the system did not announce the end of the game in 5 seconds, once weak chicken harbored malicious intentions, Ji You would definitely be done for. This was why she, knowing that her body and spiritual power were almost spent, still used her usual strong stance just moments before, instantly killing several people, and completely intimidating weak chicken. Afterward, though she very well knew she couldn’t get anything out of weak chicken’s mouth, she still used a tough attitude to threaten weak chicken, forcing him to divulge his secret of how the Spiritual Interference could be silent and invisible.

Because Ji You had to be dominant; otherwise, someone like weak chicken, whose background was unclear, whose thoughts were impure, and who hardly spoke a true word, might turn on her and make a lethal move if he detected the slightest hint of vulnerability.

And at this moment—

Suddenly—

Bang!

Inside the safe zone, a loud bang suddenly erupted, followed by the system’s announcement: "90 dead, 10 remaining: the competition is over. Congratulations to the following winners who have advanced to the next round: Rag Queen, weak chicken, Red-haired Madman..."

Phew~

Ji You’s body suddenly swayed, and she fell to the floor with a thud, but in her heart, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

She won.

Seeing Ji You fall to the ground, weak chicken’s pupils shrank sharply, and he also knew that he had been stunned by a series of moves from Ji You, missing the best chance.

With a quick thought, weak chicken concealed his reaction, not showing even a hint of it, and as he turned to face Ji You, he put on an extremely obsequious smile, eagerly moving closer, pretending to help Ji You up: "Queen! We won! Hahaha... Thank you, Queen, for leading me to advance! Without the Queen, I, weak chicken, wouldn’t know how many thousands of times I’d have died..."

Exaggerated.

Truly exaggerated.

Listening to this, Ji You didn’t call him out, just waved her hand, refusing his help and then faintly said: "Good to know."

weak chicken immediately clutched his chest, as if he could pull out his own heart to demonstrate his loyalty to Ji You, loudly saying: "Queen, you have been my savior, I will forever remember the grace of the Queen, and will always be at your beck and call whenever you need me."

As soon as these words were finished, the system began transporting the players off the field, and in an instant, Ji You and weak chicken were teleported away from the arena.

As soon as the match ended, Ji You immediately felt waves of exhaustion spreading through her limbs and body. This battle had consumed an enormous amount of her physical and spiritual power—she should log off to rest immediately, but looking at the virtual street bustling with people, and following the flow of the crowd, Ji You felt slightly unwilling to let it go, carefully looking around, but she did not see weak chicken’s figure. Considering his special situation and his words before they parted, Ji You still held onto a sliver of hope, locating weak chicken’s ID and adding him as a friend.

Then—

Right after sending it, she received a notification alert. Ji You clicked it open and almost choked on the spot:

[Your request has been declined, and you have been added to their blacklist.]

For a moment, Ji You was so angry she felt her molars ache.

Alright.

Such a great gesture of indebtedness, an unforgettable favor...

Such promises of being available upon request, instantly at service...

Alright.

Ji You had a grim expression, her teeth grinding loudly, simply wishing she could snatch weak chicken up right away and give him a good beating, then crush him! Stomp him flat! Feed him to pigs!

Aaaah...

She, Ji You, was actually tricked! Cheated!

This was absolutely outrageous.

After bursting with rage, still disbelieving, Ji You sent another message to weak chicken, only to be met with a system notification: [Your message failed to send as the recipient has blacklisted you.]

Ji You: "..."

Forget it.

Who cares about such a weak chicken.

Ji You didn’t have time to pay attention to the latest news about the competition and logged off immediately.

After logging off, Ji You ate a high-level Butterfly Honey Candy Bean obtained from her teacher Mu Jianling, which finally replenished her depleted spiritual power. However, while spiritual power could be quickly restored with Candy Beans, her drained physical strength couldn’t recover so swiftly.

This battle also exposed Ji You’s greatest weakness—insufficient physical strength.

In the previous qualifying matches, most of Ji You’s battles ended within 1 to 5 minutes, and the longest didn’t extend beyond 10 minutes, so she temporarily overlooked her biggest shortcoming.

An inadequate physical condition means she can’t endure in prolonged tug-of-war battles.

In this 100-person melee, which lasted nearly 60 minutes, Ji You felt physically weak already 30 minutes in; later receiving an injury, she was even less able to carry out a full match.

Hence, this was also why she decided to follow weak chicken’s gamble on the final safety zone and why she decided to bring along such a blackhearted person like weak chicken.