Alternate Dimension Game: Happiness is all that matters!

Chapter 103 - 96 There is No Batman in This World

Chapter 103: Chapter 96 There is No Batman in This WorldAs the massive "Glutton" moved away, Smith, standing beside him, spoke again, "Zhao, I’ve just tallied the remaining food and water."

"What’s the situation?"

"We don’t have much in the way of supplies left. Although we’re not hungry now, we will soon be facing a food shortage."

Wang Hao nodded.

In his briefcase, there were four Snickers Energy Bars.

However, he did not contribute them.

After all, there was too little to go around, and such a small amount of energy bars would not make much of a difference for so many people.

He thought for a while and then said slowly, "It’s best not to eat the remaining food and save it for keeping us alive in case we’re discovered by something bizarre..."

"As long as we have food in our hands, we still have a chance to survive."

Smith exhaled a murky breath from his lungs, "I think so too, most people’s phones are turned off to save battery for the headquarters’ rescue."

The desperate times were not yet over. After everything that had just happened, even a C-level Investigator felt mentally drained...

"Everyone, we will be rescued from the outside world. Without any food, the human body can sustain for a month, so please try not to move and minimize the consumption of energy."

This Investigator from the Mysterious Bureau seemed to have no extra thoughts; he just wanted to hide here and await external rescue.

Wang Hao couldn’t help shaking his head, somewhat disapprovingly.

The life and death of the general populace had little to do with him, and he was not so saintly as to want to save everyone in the game.

But the survival rate of the civilians might be related to the "completion rate of the game," so he had to take it somewhat seriously and try to save as many as possible.

In contrast, this official organization’s employee seriously lacked initiative!

"Waiting for rescue? We’ve run to a parallel world, how can we still wait for a rescue?"

A person can last a week without food with no problem, but enduring a month seems a bit difficult. Low blood sugar and electrolyte imbalance could lead to unconsciousness.

Without water, one can only last two or three days.

In a state of prolonged hunger and dehydration, it’s impossible to run or jump.

If we wait until we have no energy left to act, what’s the difference between that and waiting to die?

Moreover, he wouldn’t possibly just hide here while playing a game. That would be too boring.

Some wanted to make a suggestion, "Officer, is there really a headquarters... are there Spiderman, Batman, Iron Man, Captain America? Do the stories of the Marvel Universe really exist?"

"God, your question is like a cockroach in the sewer!" Smith said with a stern face and an unfriendly tone, "I’ll tell you now, they don’t exist! There’s no Batman! There’s no Iron Man, and all that about Superman is fake..."

Smith wanted to curse out loud, but hearing footsteps in the distance, he forcefully held back.

He himself started to have doubts.

Any rescue from headquarters simply did not exist, so he angrily said, "Shut up, if you don’t want the monsters to find us, close your stinking mouth!"

"Whether there’s rescue or not, we can only hide in this damn place! Be a good sewer rat and stop asking questions, OK?!"

Then no one spoke.

After all, to be alive was already extremely fortunate. The less intelligent ones had already been devoured by the bizarre creatures.

The diameter of these concrete pipes was about a meter or so, everyone crouched in the sewer. The sewer wasn’t too full, with just a few centimeters of depth, and it was still decreasing.

But for these civilians, the mental torment was far greater than the physical fatigue.

After witnessing such horrifying scenes, everyone was in trepidation; some were shaking all over, even developing a high fever.

From now on, they would have hardly any food to eat and could only drink water from the sewer. Some clever people had laid plastic sheets on the pipe so that the drops of condensation formed from the evaporated water might be a bit cleaner.

This small amount of evaporated water was enough for short-term consumption and to prevent dehydration.

"Don’t be irritable, Smith, think hard. Have you discovered the contradictions in these creatures’ behavior?"

Wang Hao thought for a while, then asked again, "These ’Gluttons,’ let’s just call them that, their behavioral rules shouldn’t be too difficult to decipher."

Smith paused, then said in a low voice, "Based on our observations, they hunt for their targets using sight, smell, and hearing. Smell plays a large part, but we can’t rule out the other senses."

"Upon finding a target, they beg for food like beggars, if you repeat ’I’m so hungry’ or similar phrases three times, they will attack and swallow the person whole."

Wang Hao nodded, "That’s right, so we need to go out and

Okay, Wang Hao, merrily playing the Game, his way of thinking was different from that of normal people.

He was seeking a higher completion rate, exploring more of the storyline; staying here probably wouldn’t unfold more of the plot.

"...This coward doesn’t want to follow me out; I’ll have to search alone. My efficiency will drop by a lot."

What puzzled him was the behavioral rules of these "Gluttons"; they seemed to have their own territory and didn’t interact much with each other.

This was very strange!

Could it be exploited?

Wang Hao suddenly had a peculiar idea: "I have a major question—can these Gluttons distinguish what’s food?"

"They would swallow human food, even kitchen waste. But things like streetlights or plants, they don’t touch. Look, there’s a piece of shit on the roadside that hasn’t been eaten by any Glutton yet."

He displayed his recorded content; the shit was fairly thick, a golden color, probably produced by a large dog, with lots of flies buzzing around it.

Smith was stunned for a second, glanced at the feces in the photo, and swore to himself, "Oh, shit!"

"It means they do not eat everything indiscriminately but have some ability to discern, why?"

Smith mulled over the question and replied, "I’m not sure. According to current theoretical research, the strange generally lack intelligence. But when it comes to eating, there might be some instinctual rules."

"These instincts should be the very basic animalistic rules."

Wang Hao asked further: "The things they’re eating now are different from typical animal food; food in packaging that has no scent."

"Yet, they can distinguish lollipops, sausages as edible. If they were wild animals, they probably wouldn’t recognize these as food."

"Do they possess human thought?"

"That’s impossible; the strange can’t have human thought and reason," Anthony Smith, with a furrowed brow, forced himself to analyze, "because humans are low-entropy beings, while the strange are idealism life forms. Only low-entropy beings can give birth to a soul, have thoughts."

"Even Evil God Level strange beings don’t have their own thought."

His eyes suddenly lit up, "Unless..."