Whew! The motorcycle swooped down from the top of the cave, just barely clearing the tumor zone. Jill Young sped off, laughing, leaving behind a mountain of bug corpses. What she didn’t know was, after the dust settled, a swarm of hummingbird-sized weird flies buzzed in. The other bugs seemed to be terrified of these things, scattering on instinct. The flies didn’t care about the rest—they just landed on the dead bugs, gnawed open holes, and burrowed inside. In no time, the bug corpses shriveled up, and the flies crawled back out, wiggled their butts, and zipped away...
Meanwhile, Lucas hit his second game: 'Victory.' Only winners from the last survival round got in, and now they had to face even bigger mutant beasts—points for kills, and the highest score wins. Lucas, as usual, punched his way through. Ever since he entered the dungeon, he’d made a point of bathing his fists in enemy blood—never used any other weapon. But honestly, Lucas’s game was same old, same old. The real story was what happened to Xiao Di and her crew.
"I hate this stupid game!" Four-Eyed Kid wailed, swinging back and forth in midair. Zoom out a bit, and you’d see him clutching a vine-like rope, doing a solo pendulum act over a bottomless abyss. One slip and he was toast. Ahead of him, Xiao Di led the way on another rope, gripping a capsule-shaped pill and glaring at the cave ceiling, lining up her shot.
A moment later, Xiao Di tossed the pill, and it landed somewhere up on the cave ceiling. "Got it!" she cheered, pumping her fist. In no time, a new rope dropped down from where the pill hit, swinging on its own like it was alive—maybe not just 'like' it, either...
"The Tongue of the Living Dead is down—let's go!" Xiao Di went full Tarzan, leaping onto the next rope. Yep, this game was called 'Tongue of the Living Dead,' and it was pure chaos. If you won the last dance showdown, your prize was this pill. And you needed that pill for the next round.
According to the Ghost Player, the ceiling was packed with zombie heads. These special zombies had one trick—super long tongues. Contestants had to toss the pill into a zombie’s mouth, and its tongue would drop down. Swing across the giant chasm using the tongue, and you were golden.
Of course, you could skip the game—just FYI: when the music stopped, those dance-loving zombies instantly turned into killing machines. Anyone not playing got chased by an endless zombie horde. Ghost Player wasn’t about "participation trophies"—if he wanted you in, you played, period. So, as gross as it was, Xiao Di’s crew had to swing like pendulums to the other side.
These tongues were tough enough to hold even Cake Dog’s weight. Sure, they were sticky and slippery, so you had to grip tight. Cake Dog and Xiao Di had no problem—honestly, it was gross, but with the right strategy, even a regular person could make it across.
But there was one guy here who was even weaker than your average Joe...
"Hey, Four Eyes, get over here—quick!" Cake Dog hollered from up ahead. "These pills don’t last forever! If you miss your window, those tongues’ll snap right back!" Cake Dog had barely finished yelling when another contestant wasted their pill and got snagged by a tongue. The tongue recoiled, yanking the poor sap up like a fish on a hook. The owners of those nasty tongues were still lurking on the ceiling, so with a chorus of wails and screams, blood and chunks of flesh rained down into the abyss below.
"That’s why I hate this dumb game!!" Four Eyes wailed, his voice echoing off the cave walls.
Back to Jill Young’s side. Jill had been tearing through the dungeon on her bike for half an hour now, dodging all sorts of mutant freaks and hazards. This was a rally race—endurance really mattered, so it wasn’t just chaos all the time. You’d hit a nasty patch at the start, then get a breather, then more mayhem. The tough and easy sections swapped places, giving folks a chance to catch their breath.
After half an hour of high-speed mayhem, Jill finally pulled over. She whipped out her map and traced a zigzag—her route so far. Sure, underground it’s hard to tell east from west, but Jill’s got a killer sense of direction. Plus, ever since she started practicing Prajna Kung Fu, her powers are off the charts. She was pretty sure her drawn path was spot on.
“Looks like I’m about to leave the Eighth District.” Comparing her route to the other entry points, Jill figured she’d soon run into contestants from other zones—assuming those poor souls hadn’t all kicked the bucket yet.
With all the stops and starts, Jill’s race time was pushing an hour. The path had plenty of forks, but each one had a flashy sign with an arrow, telling her where to go next. After another ten minutes or so, Jill rolled into a huge hall. One side had a dozen branching paths, and the other was a massive tunnel. Jill knew this was the spot where all sixteen entrants would eventually meet up.
Checking the ground for tracks, Jill saw no sign anyone else had passed through the other entrances—except for one path, which had two weird sets of marks. Wait a minute… those tracks looked familiar… “No way…” Jill groaned. “Who’s nuts enough to bring—” She didn’t even finish before a deafening blast echoed from the tunnel ahead. No need for more clues—that was a tank on a rampage.
“I don’t care what kind of monster you’re driving, nobody’s getting my engine!” Jill twisted the throttle, and her bike shot down the main road. All along the way, she saw scorched earth and busted mutant bug corpses—nothing could slow that tank down.
Way up ahead, a sci-fi looking armored beast was rumbling along, crushing everything in its path. The steel monster looked like it’d been splashed with acid, but all that got eaten away was some ugly green paint, revealing shiny blue armor underneath. If it weren’t for the fake green camo, this tank would’ve caused a riot the moment it showed up—because that, folks, was the infamous Reverse Flow Tank.
One big energy cannon, four secondary guns, and a high-powered rifle—this thing was stacked. Fast, tough, and packing heat, it was top-tier military hardware. Who the heck managed to bring this monster into the dungeon? On the turret, someone in a uniform was working the energy gun, mowing down every little critter that got close to the tank.
The energy rifle was powered straight from the tank’s reactor—so as long as it didn’t overheat, you didn’t need to worry about running out of ammo. Sure, it wasn’t as punchy as real bullets, but it was perfect for blasting small monsters. This beast had onboard radar, picking up every weird critter nearby—nothing slipped through.
The gunner’s earpiece crackled with a radar update: "Heads up, there’s something small coming up behind us."
"Behind us?" The gunner glanced back, fiddled with his night vision, and squinted. Suddenly, he yelled, "That’s not a critter, that’s a person—a woman! She’s tearing down the road on a bike, and she’s flying!" Sure enough, Jill Young was hot on their tail, kicking up dust. Her little bike might’ve been small, but she rode it like a force of nature.
"Damn, it’s the boss of No One Under Heaven!" The gunner raised his machine gun and let loose: "Eat lead, lady!"
Faced with a hail of energy rounds, Jill didn’t panic or freeze—she swerved and dodged like a pro, weaving through the barrage. She whipped out her Volcano pistol and fired a shot. Even at high speed, she managed to blow the gunner’s right arm to bits, though she missed anything vital.
The gunner howled, clutching his mangled arm, then shouted toward the tank’s crew, "The Flame Tide Engine has to be ours! Swing the turret—kill her!" The tank didn’t slow down, but the turret spun a full one-eighty, aiming right at Jill. All four secondary cannons fired at once.
Boom! Four blazing shells blasted the ground, turning the road into a sea of fire. Jill’s forehead creased in a big angry tic—she was seriously ticked off. She squeezed her knees around the bike, stomped down hard, and all four wheels flattened under the force. Next second, the springs rebounded, and Jill, bike and all, soared high, leaping right over the inferno. "That engine—belongs to me!"
"Damn it!" The gunner snarled, face twisted with rage. "Die, you crazy chick—main cannon, fire!"
The Reverse Flow Tank’s main cannon was a sharp, cone-shaped beast, rings of light glowing along the barrel. Once it finished charging, a blue beam shot out, streaking toward Jill. Boom—a massive explosion, blinding light, deafening noise. The ground shook, the tunnel collapsed in chunks, and where the blast hit, a deep, gaping hole formed.
"Where’d that huge hole come from?" The machine gunner was stunned—he’d never seen the main cannon pack that kind of punch.
"There was already a pit there—we just blew it wide open." The radar operator replied over the headset.
"Did that chick bite it?"
"Humans are tiny—can’t tell from here," the radar operator said. "Even if she didn’t get blasted to bits, she must’ve fallen into that big hole. If the fall doesn’t kill her, she’s out of the running for the Flame Tide Engine."
While the tank kept rolling toward the finish, they had no clue Jill Young had ended up by a lake. She didn’t teleport or anything—when she fell into the pit, she spotted a side tunnel just in time. Using her bike for a boost, Jill launched herself into the opening. On the other side was a steep slope, and Jill slid down, feet scraping the ground like Wong Fei-hung himself.
In a flash, the slope bottomed out, and suddenly everything was lit up. Jill found herself in a massive cavern with a high dome overhead. The place was full of glowing vines, making it way brighter than the rest of the dungeon. In the center was a pretty sizable lake. None of that fazed Jill—what got her attention was the woman bathing in the middle of the lake!
The gunner howled, clutching his mangled arm, then shouted toward the tank’s crew, "The Flame Tide Engine has to be ours! Swing the turret—kill her!" The tank didn’t slow down, but the turret spun a full one-eighty, aiming right at Jill. All four secondary cannons fired at once.
Boom! Four blazing shells blasted the ground, turning the road into a sea of fire. Jill’s forehead creased in a big angry tic—she was seriously ticked off. She squeezed her knees around the bike, stomped down hard, and all four wheels flattened under the force. Next second, the springs rebounded, and Jill, bike and all, soared high, leaping right over the inferno. "That engine—belongs to me!"
"Damn it!" The gunner snarled, face twisted with rage. "Die, you crazy chick—main cannon, fire!"
The Reverse Flow Tank’s main cannon was a sharp, cone-shaped beast, rings of light glowing along the barrel. Once it finished charging, a blue beam shot out, streaking toward Jill. Boom—a massive explosion, blinding light, deafening noise. The ground shook, the tunnel collapsed in chunks, and where the blast hit, a deep, gaping hole formed.
"Where’d that huge hole come from?" The machine gunner was stunned—he’d never seen the main cannon pack that kind of punch.
"There was already a pit there—we just blew it wide open." The radar operator replied over the headset.
"Did that chick bite it?"
"Humans are tiny—can’t tell from here," the radar operator said. "Even if she didn’t get blasted to bits, she must’ve fallen into that big hole. If the fall doesn’t kill her, she’s out of the running for the Flame Tide Engine."
While the tank kept rolling toward the finish, they had no clue Jill Young had ended up by a lake. She didn’t teleport or anything—when she fell into the pit, she spotted a side tunnel just in time. Using her bike for a boost, Jill launched herself into the opening. On the other side was a steep slope, and Jill slid down, feet scraping the ground like Wong Fei-hung himself.
In a flash, the slope bottomed out, and suddenly everything was lit up. Jill found herself in a massive cavern with a high dome overhead. The place was full of glowing vines, making it way brighter than the rest of the dungeon. In the center was a pretty sizable lake. None of that fazed Jill—what got her attention was the woman bathing in the middle of the lake!