Chapter 983: City Sand Table
The interview notice Xu Huo obtained was named, meaning only he could use it and it could not be transferred or sold.
This was a fairly important item, but it was temporarily useless.
After reviewing the rewards from clearing this instance, he began to organize everything else he had gained.
The most valuable item was undoubtedly the A-grade prop "City Sand Table" provided by Gao Xiaoyan. The half-meter-long white chessboard was covered in grids, with six small models representing people and buildings. These models could only be moved by players who had undergone Mental Super Evolution, making it a support prop.
Although this A-grade prop seemed flashy but impractical to ordinary players, it still possessed the power of an A-grade prop. Like the "Life Core," the sand table was aligned with an actual city. That is, as long as the player's spiritual power could cover an entire city, its range of effect would be the whole city. People and buildings within the city could become pieces on the chessboard, objects that the player could move.
This was more like an advanced form of spiritual evolution. At Xu Huo's current level of evolution, he could use his spiritual realm to move within enclosed buildings—simply put, walking through walls. As long as it wasn't a fully sealed metal structure, it wasn't a problem. However, the "City Sand Table" could directly move buildings and players, a power on an entirely different level.
Of course, using this prop now might be difficult. He wondered if he could operate it while inside the "Seventeenth Hospital."
Xu Huo paused for a moment, then continued to browse through other props.
The two B-grade props Gao Xiaoyan gave him were called "Outsiders Can't See" and "Identity Swap." The former was a storage prop with preservation capabilities, and items placed inside it could not be scanned by the game—a player's personal panel was completely exposed to the game system. Aside from being unable to identify the specific composition of potions, everything a player owned was visible to the system. This prop was decent, though it was unclear if it could truly keep secrets from the game.
The other was "Identity Swap," which allowed the holder to swap positions with any living creature within a fifty-meter radius, including humans and larger animals.
Both props had unexpectedly useful applications. Better than nothing, at least.
The rest were players' legacies.
Aside from the previously used location prop "Single Entrance," the space-restricting prop "Light Sandwich," the close-range prop "Divine Slap" that had power comparable to a cannonball, and the single-building-range space prop "Small Radar" used for perception and defense—except for "Single Entrance," the other three were C-grade props.
The female player from W18 also had a B-grade prop called "Same-Speed Flight," which could track any vehicle and maintain the same speed as it. That was decent too.
The remaining items came from the few people he killed in the desert, totaling seventy-three props of various grades below C. Most were unusable in high-speed combat. Xu Huo kept a few interesting ones and planned to sell the rest in bulk.
The same went for potions and luggage compartment items.
The luggage compartment was inconvenient to organize at the moment, so Xu Huo only glanced at the general list. Aside from normal supplies, the desert group had stored a large amount of stimulants, likely because their personal panels were full.
[Detected numerous worthless items in the luggage compartment. Players may choose to discard them for game processing. Discard?]
Xu Huo discarded the clearly useless items on the list and kept those with some value or unclear descriptions. His luggage compartment had expanded by two cubic meters, making it easy to store these items.
After handling all this, he stretched his body, drank two bottles of self-healing agent, and alleviated the pain in his chest.
Even with defensive props, taking a hit from an A-grade player still resulted in injury. He suspected his internal organs were shaken. After drinking the self-healing agent, he coughed for two minutes straight and even spat out some blood.
Under the faint, probing gazes of a few people in the station, he pulled out a clean handkerchief to wipe his mouth, then casually started eating.
The player in the corner had already finished his "meal." While picking his teeth, he walked over and sat beside Xu Huo. "Brother, you're pretty badly hurt."
Xu Huo turned his head to glance at him. The man's arrogant expression immediately softened. He rubbed the stubble on his chin and smiled. "Don't be so tense. Just saying hello."
Xu Huo pointed with his chin at the chair opposite him, signaling for him to sit there.
The stubbled man's face darkened, but he stayed put.
Xu Huo ignored him and closed his eyes to rest after finishing his food.
The stubbled man stared at him gloomily for a few seconds, then restrained himself and moved to another seat.
Half a minute later, another player entered the station. She was heavily injured and could barely stand. Stumbling, she sat down next to Xu Huo and vomited a mouthful of blood.
A severely injured player could be a target for anyone. Immediately, most eyes in the station turned to her. The stubbled man's gaze was especially blatant. He deliberately made a sound and licked his gleaming teeth. "Pretty lady, want big brother to give you a hand?"
The female player wiped the blood from her mouth and placed a long metal block in front of her. A semicircular translucent fence formed a barrier around her.
But this didn't make the other players withdraw their probing gazes—everyone was waiting for her to collapse.
The female player sneered coldly, then turned her gaze to Xu Huo sitting beside her. "Could you please sit somewhere else?"
The stubbled man across from them whistled.
Xu Huo opened his eyes. "No."
Then he closed them again, clearly unwilling to talk.
The female player didn't dare to provoke a conflict. After receiving a negative answer, she focused on treating her injuries.
Besides internal injuries, she had many wounds from sharp weapons. Some wounds had an unusual color, so in addition to standard healing potions, she was taking large doses of antidotes. Even so, she showed signs of poisoning—her lips were purple, and her face was covered in fine vascular lines.
"Are you okay?" A man with a refined appearance walked over and asked, "I have an A-grade antidote. Do you need it?"
"No, thanks," the female player said weakly. Her injured state made the man's eyes show a hint of pity. He simply placed the potion beside her. "You can try it to see if it works."
With that, he left and chose a seat far away to avoid suspicion.
After a while, the female player picked up the potion. After checking it and confirming it was safe, she took it. After drinking it, the purple lines on her face faded somewhat, but she wasn't fully detoxified.
"Thank you," she said, initiating a conversation with the refined man.