I had just been thinking this when I heard a low growl. The middle-aged man I saw in Julia's illusion, his head drooping onto his chest and his face toward the ground, turned out from under a big tree in front of me. I had no idea what organ he used to see me, but he immediately let out an angry roar and raised the submachine gun in his hand.

Every hair on my body stood on end, and my heart was pounding even more wildly than a roller coaster.

"There's no way I can outrun bullets!"

Almost instinctively, I chose the most dangerous, yet also the most correct, course of action. I sped up and charged forward, delivering a fierce flying kick straight to the chest of the middle-aged man.

Rat-tat-tat-tat!

The sound of the submachine gun firing echoed violently through the air. In that life-or-death moment, I watched in disbelief as my kick sent the enemy flying.

"Congratulations, you have killed a zombie!"

Julia's sweet voice suddenly sounded behind my head. "Julia! How did you follow me? Are you here to protect me?" I turned to see Julia in her hot shorts and little vest, and immediately blurted out this dumb question, earning myself a flick to the forehead.

"I'm your commentator and assistant, of course I have to follow you around, and record everything you do. The zombie you just took out was my last client, you know!"

"Ha!" I gave a silly laugh.

Almost immediately, I planned to turn and run. I definitely didn't want to get my throat bitten and turn into a monster. Unexpectedly, Julia snapped her fingers, and my feet left the ground, floating up again.

"Dummy, you need to collect your loot!"

"Right!" I instantly thought of the middle-aged man's submachine gun. "Even if this weapon isn't great, it's got to be a lot better than nothing, right?"

I swallowed, reached out, and yanked the submachine gun from the man's hand—it came away easily. Since I'd already taken this crucial step, I had nothing left to worry about. I slung the man's luggage over my shoulder, and, of course, when I accidentally saw the wallet in his suit pocket, I naturally slipped it into my own pocket.

All this took me at most two minutes, but when I looked up, I saw more than a dozen giant spiders crawling out of the woods on the mountain, hissing sharply, expressing their extreme hostility toward me.

The appearance of these creatures, beyond anything I knew, reminded me of my favorite online game, Warcraft. But the spiders there were weak monsters, and I had no idea if these giant spiders were weak or not. All I knew was that I was definitely not a warrior or mage with powerful skills like in the game.

The submachine gun roared to life almost the instant I sensed danger. The leading giant spider was hit, and green fluid sprayed everywhere. I finally felt a bit relieved—these things could be killed by bullets.

After pouring out dozens of rounds, one giant spider monster was left half-dead, staggering, but the remaining dozen or so were still charging fiercely. And at that moment, my submachine gun was out of bullets.

"Damn it!"

If I didn't know to turn and run now, I'd really be an idiot.

These giant spiders were no slower than me. Just by listening, I could hear the pursuers getting closer and closer. I frantically rummaged through the luggage left by the middle-aged man. Finally, after tossing aside useless things like an entrenching tool and a flashlight, I found twenty magazines.

When the submachine gun started spitting fire again, the nearest giant spider was less than five meters away. With a bit more experience this time, I didn't rush to shoot at the spider's body, but instead aimed at its eight long legs.

With just two bursts, I had one spider monster rolling on the ground.

Having figured out the trick, my shooting became more targeted. I disabled four spider monsters in a row, finally putting a few centimeters between me and death. These spider monsters, taller than me, were incredibly tough—after taking so many bullets, not a single one had actually died.

"Damn! If only I had some grenades."

No sooner had I complained than, while changing magazines, I felt a few round objects. "No way! Who the heck was this middle-aged man, to even have these?"

With the internet so developed these days, even though I'd never handled the real thing, the weapon forums online described these in more detail than professional soldiers. And the popularity of CS didn't hurt either. Along with the high-powered explosives, I also found two M92s, American military pistols.

I pulled out a grenade and tossed it behind me. With a boom, three giant spiders were blown to pieces. The surviving spiders, far from being scared, became even more frenzied, and their pursuit sped up.

"Damn it, what kind of place is this Devil's Island?"

Gritting my teeth, I threw out all the explosives, then dove to the ground. The massive shockwave from the explosions pinned me firmly to the earth, and it was a long while before I could get up.