Run the Plot Ch.62

Chapter 62: IF Ending • Original World (Extra 4)

Kill, Counter-kill!

Two figures shot straight toward their destination.

The public chat went blank for a few seconds, then suddenly exploded:

[Holy sht sht sht sht!!!]

[It restarted!? Everyone got reset!]

[No wonder they were so unhurried at the start—“Rewind” was Q’s initial skill from the draw!]

[A skill this broken is only blue rarity?]

[Well, it doesn’t distinguish between friend and foe. Look—Floating Fu Youge and Yi Gu revived too… [face-covering]]

[With this level of randomness, is it considered a bug?]

[Maybe, on anyone else it’d be a death flag, but on God Q it becomes a bug.]

……

Amid the chat’s heated discussion, Yan Chuanbai’s figure flashed through the dense forest at a shocking speed.

He ignored every item spawn point along the way.

He headed for only one destination:

the spot where Team Night Owl had obtained their first purple-grade item.

No one would deliberately memorize the spawn location in the very first round. And in a dense forest where directions were hard to tell, even after a restart one would only have a vague impression at best.

But they were different.

At the very beginning of the previous round, they had stayed at the forest’s edge to memorize every light pillar’s corresponding team name and precise location. They would reach the destination before Team Night Owl—

A few minutes later, Yan Chuanbai abruptly stopped.

In the clearing ahead, sure enough, there was an [Item] box.

But he didn’t open it.

A cold glint gathered in Yan Chuanbai’s eyes:

People would always follow their first-round experience and look for the nearest items. As long as the light pillar hadn’t appeared yet, Team Night Owl’s first squad would come.

Just then, something rustled in the forest.

A group of people emerged—but it wasn’t Team Night Owl.

The Wu Ce team had also relied on memory to find their way here.

The two sides came face-to-face once more.

Yi Gu had already revived; the moment he saw Yan Chuanbai, he jolted as if facing a deadly enemy.

Tension stretched tight in the air. Yan Chuanbai glanced sideways and said, “I have someone I need to kill. I don’t want a conflict with you right now.”

Wu Ce’s expression darkened, weapon already raised toward him.

Suddenly, Yan Chuanbai gave a faint, almost careless smile.

“I didn’t kill you last round because there was no need.”

Not because he couldn’t—but because it wasn’t necessary.

—Since he knew the points would reset and eliminated players would revive, he only took the items his team needed.

That realization sent a wave of goosebumps over Wu Ce.

From the start, Q’s team had been cooperating in perfect sync.

It took Wu Ce only two seconds to weigh the risks.

He stared hard at Yan Chuanbai, then led his entire team away:

“Retreat. There are other items.”

…

They had barely withdrawn when noise erupted from the opposite direction.

Yan Chuanbai stood sideways in front of the item box, gaze fixed straight toward the dense forest ahead.

Night Owl’s score had shown last match: 25 points.

During the fight, no gold or orange items had appeared, so what Night Owl picked up were two purples and one blue—

Among the purples, one was a weapon and one was a skill. They probably used “in-team transfer” to give a teammate the purple weapon.

As for the purple skill Night Owl had used to ambush him last round, Yan Chuanbai already knew exactly what it did—

The disturbance surged forward in an instant.

Swish! A purple light pillar flashed upward.

“[Player Y — Purple Skill ×1, Points +10.]”

Looks like their luck wasn’t bad this round.

Yan Chuanbai curved his lips—and vanished on the spot.

“[Invisibility] skill activated (5 seconds, three uses).”

“F*ck!” At the same time, a voice burst out.

Team Night Owl appeared: “They got ahead of us—!”

Before the sentence finished, they saw no one.

“Defend—!” someone shouted sharply, but it was already too late.

Bang!!

Fast, fierce, and nearly soundless.

Night Owl’s body was sent flying backward.

As disbelief flooded his eyes, Yan Chuanbai’s figure appeared exactly where Night Owl had been standing a moment ago—openly, arrogantly, standing right in the middle of their team.

He raised a brow at him.

“Goodbye.”

[Player Night Owl — eliminated.]

[Player Y — successful kill, +30 points; no bonus points; retains initial blue-grade weapon ×1.]

“……”

There was basically no loot, but—

[Holy sh*t! The first player in all seasons of “CS1.B Hologram” to get eliminated with zero points!]

[He said zero-point elimination, and he delivered zero-point elimination.]

[I take back everything I said last round… this is terrifying.]

But Night Owl’s teammates reacted quickly.

The instant Night Owl was eliminated, every attack struck toward Yan Chuanbai. But he was moving like he was on another layer entirely. Night Owl’s initial weapon—Earth Spikes—activated!

While attacking, he used it to cover his retreat.

Distance widened in a blink, and Yan Chuanbai came to a stop three meters away.

“…You dare stay here!”

Across from him, the player Mu Yuan snarled through gritted teeth, “You’re gonna be the next one to get zeroed!”

“Your math seems a bit off.”

Yan Chuanbai opened his panel; the display at the top read Current Points: 40.

He stood there calmly and recounted everything from the start, unhurried:

“Picked up the purple skill: +10 points.

Killed Night Owl: +30 points.

30 + 10 = 40 points.”

[HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…]

[Peak Q energy.]

[He kills people and attacks their psyche. Even choosing teammates, Q probably picks them by mouth game~ 😂]

The rage on the opposite side shot to its limit at once!

“You’re not leaving this place today.”

The opposing captain glared fixedly at Yan Chuanbai.

The players around him scattered outward, surrounding Yan Chuanbai completely:

“Don’t give him any chance to grab items—make his rewind go to waste!”

“Grab items?”

Yan Chuanbai’s fingers moved slightly, and Earth Spikes burst open from beneath his feet.

He lifted his gaze; in the corner of his eye, beam after beam of light flared in the distance as items spawned.

A reckless, wild sharpness streaked across his eyes.

“I’m not planning on doing that.”

“Compared to picking up items… killing you all gets me points faster.”

—

Meanwhile, deeper in the forest.

Qi He raised his eyebrows at the distant system announcement and let out a smile.

He opened another item box, and a light pillar sprang up:

[Player Q — Purple Weapon ×1, Points +10]

[Q (Team 2/5) Status: Alive

Current Points: 80]

Ten minutes into the match, and his points were skyrocketing.

With all the information collected from the first round, he had already memorized every skill and weapon used so far, their corresponding rarities, and their original spawn points.

The massive, complex web of data was sorted cleanly in his mind and quickly projected over the entire game map.

By now, he had grasped 90% of all item information.

This season’s map was essentially laid out before him like a transparent blueprint, ready to be taken apart and harvested.

The only drawback was that other teams still held positional advantages, meaning he couldn’t reach certain items in time—

For example, the Teleportation skill was too far. If he had gotten it, he could have collected three more items instantly.

So he settled for the next best option, securing a purple skill as soon as possible—

Shwoom!

A distant light pillar lit up again:

[Player Q — Blue Weapon ×1, Points +5]

The purple skill [Clone]:

The “Clone” is controlled directly by the player.

It has the same attack power as the player’s current earned points and the “main body.”

If the clone is killed, 50% of the player’s points are deducted, but no items drop.

Clone-type skills were generally unpopular among players.

Because controlling two perspectives at once, dividing attention, often resulted in more loss than gain.

So the player who obtained it in the first round had abandoned the skill.

But for Qi He—

“[Player Q — Successful kill, +30 points]”

[Q’s control is way too smooth.]

[What am I watching… real and fake Q Gods… Q the Great Sage.]

[Wait, which one is the clone?]

[The one in the north is the clone. When confronting an opponent, the provocation in its eyes isn’t as strong as the real body.]

……

Just as they were discussing this, Qi He suddenly stopped and narrowed his eyes.

Ahead, a team appeared before him.

A group of five—three men, two women. Qi He’s gaze skimmed over them, matching names. In the one second he spent extracting information, the other side had already triggered full alert:

“It’s Q! All-out attack!”

Their formation burst apart and they lunged toward him.

Golden light flashed from their side.

Qi He’s eyes flickered—he remembered that the light pillar that appeared on their side earlier was tied to the following skill:

“[Player Bai Tan activates Gold Skill: “Heaven’s Net”

(Freezes all targets within 10 meters for 3 seconds.)]”

The golden radiance enveloped him, and Qi He’s figure froze in place.

The opponents were veteran players too—they wouldn’t miss even a sliver of opportunity or information. Every fierce attack was concentrated on Qi He. Their captain swung a massive blade in a sweeping arc, shouting:

“[Teleportation] was just used by Feng Tíng—[Decoy] is also in another team—Q didn’t get either skill this round! Kill him—!”

Gunfire and blades fell upon him within a single second.

Qi He stood unmoving, the corner of his eye slightly lifting into a smile.

A chill shot through the hearts of the opposing team.

The next second, blue light flashed:

“[Player Q activates Blue Skill: “Teleport” (one-time use).]”

[Teleport]: A location must be pre-marked as a “teleport gate.” If no mark exists or the mark is destroyed, the skill cannot activate.

His figure vanished—and reappeared at the northern mountain waterfall.

He had marked the clone as his teleport gate.

He had already collected almost all the items he wanted.

In front of the waterfall, the clone was still being surrounded and attacked.

The opposing team hadn’t realized Qi He had already merged with his clone.

They only saw the previously expressionless clone suddenly smile at them.

The opposing team: “……?”

Meanwhile, the public chat was already uniform:

[It’s over!]

[The Demon King’s real body has descended. Run.]

Right ahead of them, Qi He’s figure abruptly accelerated.

Pure physical speed—he took down one opponent instantly.

Bang!

A silhouette vanished.

“[Player Q — Successful Kill, +30 points; bonus points from Player Qing Yi: 30 × 50%; inherits Blue Weapon ×1.]”

[Q (Team 2/5) Status: Alive

Current Points: 160]

At this moment, Q’s score was on a completely different level—terrifyingly high.

The enemy captain made a split-second decision:

“Plan B, retreat!”

A blue defensive skill enveloped their entire team.

As they retreated at full speed, a burst of golden light was suddenly thrown toward Qi He:

Gold Weapon: “Ground Collapse”!

Maximum-force attack to guarantee the team’s escape.

Rumble!!

Qi He’s figure vanished into the dust cloud.

Gritting their teeth, the opposing team went all in, even firing off a “Cooperation Request” flare—luring other teams toward Qi He’s location.

—

“[Player Y, successful kill…]”

“[Player Y, successful kill…]”

…

In the dense forest, the final silhouette vanished.

Yan Chuanbai stood alone in the clearing, tall and silent—his figure like another great demon king.

After wiping out an entire team, he too had reached a high score of 160.

A light pillar lit up in the far north. He glanced in that direction.

He was just about to move when another pillar of light flared in the west:

“[Player Ming Tianqing, successful kill…]”

His steps paused. Yan Chuanbai’s gaze lowered slightly.

As if processing the information in his mind, he adjusted his path—and headed straight toward that direction.

[Y isn’t going to regroup with Q?]

[…Wait! If he goes that way, he’ll run into the Lingyun team. Isn’t that basically delivering points to them?!]

[Don’t go!!! You can still keep first place!]

While the public screen was in an uproar, Yan Chuanbai was already accelerating toward the Lingyun team.

Eight minutes later, beneath a towering cliff.

This was the western boundary of the arena, also the outer edge of the forest.

One side was a steep mountain wall—restricting movement while forcing close combat.

The two sides met on the open ground before it.

Captain Fei Xiao led the team, now only four members left.

They had fewer people than Night Owl’s team, but the public chat was filled uniformly with:

[It’s over, it’s over.]

Not because this team was particularly strong.

But after the previous round, the audience’s god’s-eye view revealed the essentials: The strongest golden skill in the entire match was in this team’s hands—a one-hit kill type.

[Honestly, I thought Q would try to grab that golden skill this round, but he didn’t.]

[Distance was too far, right?]

[Since when does distance stop him?? But even if he got it, they’d become a focus target— they already lost a teammate.]

In the arena, the two sides faced each other.

The Lingyun team clearly had the same idea.

Their formation snapped into place in an instant—encircling Yan Chuanbai!

Fei Xiao stared hard at him, determined to win. “Because of this skill, we already lost a teammate. And now a big walking blood bag shows up—we’ll use you to make up for it.”

Separated by ten or so meters, Yan Chuanbai met his gaze.

Fei Xiao smiled at him and said, “I know you’ve been tangled up with the Night Owl team. Sometimes acting on impulse isn’t a good thing, because unfortunately—we ran into Night Owl in the last round, too.”

They had already seen Night Owl’s trump card: an [Invisibility] skill.

Fei Xiao’s expression hardened, his eyes turning sharp:

“Guard against Y’s [Invisibility] and guarantee a one-hit kill!”

Several flashes of light went off at once—

While restraining Yan Chuanbai, Fei Xiao’s eyes began to glow faintly. His strongest gold-tier skill of the match: [Medusa’s Gaze] — anyone within a 10-meter radius who met his eyes would be petrified and eliminated.

Other teams could protect one another and pull away in time.

But right now, with the perfect combination of timing, terrain, and preparation, Y alone had no chance to escape!

[If he’d run right at the start, he might’ve had a chance.]

[He reacted too slowly. Took out one squad and got cocky—now he’s gonna pay in blood.]

Yan Chuanbai didn’t seem to show much reaction.

Standing alone in the center, the eyes he revealed were sharp and predatory, like a wolf lying in wait for the kill—an aura that made people’s hearts tighten.

Fei Xiao was just as fierce. “Surround him!”

—

At the northern mountain waterfall.

Qi He had run into another team.

He’d spent a purple skill, using the massive recoil to launch himself out of the collapsing cavern below.

And directly encountered another team that had rushed over, drawn by a signal flare.

That team, upon realizing it was Q, all collectively thought, “Holy shit!”

But since they had run straight into each other, there was no choice but to fight.

All kinds of weapons and skills flew back and forth in front of the waterfall, the spray blasted into mist that scattered everywhere! The sparkling droplets caught the sunlight, falling from above like heavy rain.

Their vision was disrupted, and their movements slowed by half a second.

Qi He’s figure weaved among the splashing water, his bright, focused gaze locking onto every single opponent.

Bang! A bullet shot out but was blocked by a skill.

His eyes sharpened—he was nearly out of offensive skills and weapons; at this point, he had only a single bullet left.

As he shifted positions, someone on the opposing team revealed a brief opening.

The next moment, Qi He’s gun was already aimed at him.

He pulled the trigger—yet the figure vanished.

—A decoy.

The captain’s eyes flashed. Just as they were preparing to counterattack, they realized the gunshot had not sounded. Everyone froze for a split second, then panicked:

He fired a blank!?

Qi He’s eyes curved slightly: …a decoy as well.

Just as they had been counting his bullets, he had not forgotten about their skills. His gaze swept toward another person in the enemy team—Feng Ting. Rumor had it that this round’s [Teleport] skill was with him, and skills could be transferred within the team.

Which meant anyone in their squad could be baiting him with that skill.

Since it was teleportation, the spot they would appear next was definitely—

Qi He moved smoothly, turning his arm back. Bang!

This time a real gunshot rang out. Behind him, a figure dissolved into particles.

“[Player Bai Ye, eliminated.]”

“[Player Q: successful kill. Gained 30 points; gained 40×50% bonus points from player Bai Ye. Inherited purple skill ×1 (remaining uses: 1).]”

Along with inheriting [Teleport], Qi He disappeared.

The opposing team reacted extremely quickly, all defenses deployed: “Defense!”

Their coordination was excellent—half defending, half attacking.

But they had underestimated Qi He’s ruthlessness.

In the next second, Qi He appeared behind their captain. Through the barrier, he tapped him lightly:

“[Player Q activates purple skill [Binding] (triggered on contact, single-use).]”

[Binding]: When the user takes damage, 40% of their points are deducted; the bound target loses 60% of the user’s deducted points. Duration: 10 minutes.

“…Shit!” someone on the other side couldn’t help cursing.

Their attacks halted for a moment.

Qi He’s score was too high—they couldn’t afford to “bleed out” with him.

The captain instantly retreated into the safe zone, glaring at Qi He:

“Defensive formation! If he’s using that, it means he’s out of offensive skills. Stall for ten minutes!”

With a flick of his fingers, Qi He tossed his pistol aside—it vanished.

Qi He looked at them, the lowered brows unable to hide the glint in his eyes.

“Is that so? Then you’d better defend well.”

With that, he charged forward—barehanded.

[Q really isn’t afraid of a mutual destruction?!]

[If his score gets dragged down, he’ll lose the championship. Is he gambling?]

[Don’t jump to conclusions. Q’s actions are unpredictable. Besides, he still has a teammate…]

The public chat froze abruptly.

In front of the waterfall—BANG!!!

Qi He kicked someone straight off their feet, sending them crashing into a giant boulder without hesitation.

Then suddenly, he paused, turning his head toward the west.

At the western edge of the forest, a beam of light rose:

“[Player Fei Xiao, successful kill—]”

“[Player Y, eliminated.]”

In front of the vanished figure, the panel flashed gray:

 [Y (Team 2/5), status: Dead.

Current score: 80.]

—————————————————————

Author’s Note:

Q: Your gray avatar will never blink again…

Y: 🌹🌹🌹

Next chapter finishes the match 🐶🌹 After that, one more chapter of aftermath + happy slice-of-life.

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