RWWOKS Chapter 149

The man slowly descended onto the treetop, which stood more than ten meters tall, and retracted his wings, his gaze fixed on the distant reincarnator, who seemed calm and composed.

The opponent’s expression was peaceful, appearing harmless, yet the man felt an indescribable sense of oppression radiating from him.

It was like standing at the edge of a cliff—one wrong step, and it would all end in catastrophe.

The temptation to kill the girl was strong, but not as strong as his survival instinct. After a brief hesitation, the man decided to trust his intuition.

Watching his prey spread her wings and escape, Fang Bo sighed in regret.

He had carefully observed the man’s flying speed; this person was undoubtedly a master with maxed-out agility, and the black wings on his back likely boosted his speed even further.

Judging by his decision to land instead of chase, Fang Bo knew he couldn’t catch up. Otherwise, he would’ve already made his move—there was no need to keep up appearances.

“Sigh, I really lack any long-range attack methods.”

This was, in fact, his only major weakness at the moment.

Mid-range was manageable, but if the distance grew too great, he had no means to engage in combat.

If there had been a gunman nearby, Fang Bo wouldn’t have had to watch his prey slip away.

Regretfully crouching down, he resumed repairing his automaton, completely ignoring the little girl nearby who was eagerly trying to catch his attention.

“Big brother~” Yaoyao jumped in front of him, hoping to get a reaction.

Unfortunately, Fang remained focused on his repairs, as if nothing in the world could distract him.

[ID 13308 transferred 500 plot points to you]

“Why so generous?” Fang Bo’s face instantly lit up with a smile, greeting her like an old friend he hadn’t seen in ages. “Hey, how’ve you been lately?”

“…” Yaoyao, putting away her massive warhammer, sat down gloomily nearby, reaching into her belly pouch and fumbling around.

Before long, she pulled out a hamburger and a cup of iced cola.

Under Fang Bo’s astonished gaze, she began shoveling food into her mouth while sobbing.

Watching her in silence for a while, Fang Bo eventually asked, “Got any more? I’m hungry too.”

Tearfully, Yaoyao glanced up at him and resumed rummaging through her pouch, soon producing a bucket of fried chicken.

“That pocket of hers…” Fang Bo muttered, popping a fry into his mouth. He didn’t bother asking more questions—when she was ready to talk, she would.

Sitting across from Yaoyao, the two of them began devouring the food, and soon the smell wafted through the air.

Guren, who had been keeping watch in the distance, touched her rumbling stomach and quickly joined them on the tree trunk, eager to dig in.

Seeing this, Jugo also joined the feast. The consecutive battles had drained his energy, and he needed to replenish it.

Besides, who could resist the smell of fried chicken and burgers?

“Um…” Xianglin quietly climbed up onto the tree and, unable to resist the sight before her, swallowed her saliva.

This time, Yaoyao didn’t need anyone to ask—she reached into her pocket and began pulling out more food.

After eating their fill, they sat along the tree trunk, each holding a cup of iced cola.

Anyone passing by would’ve thought they were out on a jungle expedition.

“That hit the spot.” Fang Bo stretched, then turned to the now-calm little girl. “Alright, tell me what happened.”

After a brief description of her situation, Yaoyao looked up at him with hopeful eyes, seemingly wanting to stick with him.

“I don’t need the loot boxes, and I won’t steal your kills. I can even help you in battle!”

As she spoke, she pulled out her massive warhammer again, clearly a strength-based reincarnator.

To be honest, every time Fang Bo saw this, it gave him a sense of discord, like watching Lin Daiyu uproot a willow tree—it just didn’t feel right.

But given the strange nature of the reincarnation space, there was no need to be surprised.

Glancing at her, Fang Bo asked, “My team’s already full. Why would I bring along extra baggage?”

Seeing his reluctance, Yaoyao lowered her head instinctively, her eyes wandering to the messy table full of food scraps.

“I’m curious—what exactly is that pocket of yours?”

Hearing this, Yaoyao obediently showed him the item’s details.

**Dimensional Pocket:** A special item that connects to a separate space, allowing the user to retrieve whatever they desire from within.

“Hmm, seems like a basic storage device,” Fang Bo muttered, still feeling like something was off.

This little girl was clearly weak—barely capable of fighting. How had she ended up in the battlefield? And how could she possibly have acquired an A-rank skill?

“She’s full of secrets,” Fang Bo thought briefly before deciding not to press her further.

He had already brought Xianglin along, so adding one more person wouldn’t hurt. If they ran into trouble, this “little Doraemon” might prove unexpectedly useful.

“Alright, you can tag along. Consider that 500 plot points as your protection fee.”

“Mm-hmm!” Yaoyao nodded excitedly, promising to obey and do whatever she was told.

To prove her worth, she pulled out the paper crane again, this time with a mysterious air. “I can find suitable targets, you know.”

Fang Bo’s interest was piqued. He had been having trouble finding hunting targets after all.

The Death Forest was simply too vast—or perhaps the entire world’s geography was just exaggerated.

The towering trees stood hundreds of meters tall, large enough to accommodate battles between entire groups of ninjas. Naturally, the forest they formed was enormous.

Even with Xianglin’s sensory radar, pinpointing targets wasn’t easy.

As the paper crane spun around, Fang Bo ordered everyone to clean up and get ready to move.

Jorogumo’s summoning time was almost up. They needed to engage in battle before she disappeared.

Otherwise, the next summoning time wouldn’t be used efficiently.

With an 80-plot-point fee, Fang Bo wasn’t willing to waste it.

Meanwhile, due to the terrain changes, intense clashes were breaking out all over the Death Forest.

In the shadow of a giant tree, Ghost Sword Yordle was panting heavily.

He took out a piece of cake from his pouch, but after a moment of hesitation, he decided to save it.

It was his last healing item, and he had to keep it for a critical moment.

To avenge his comrade, Yordle and two other teammates had launched an attack on the Mist camp’s strongest team.

With Black Soul’s Evil Eye in play, the enemy had no way to escape. No matter how many times they tried to hide in the shadows, they were always found.

The battle had gone smoothly at first. Against the combined attacks of the three, the Mist reincarnators stood no chance.

In their first encounter, one of the Quincy’s team members had already been killed. The situation seemed to be completely in their favor.

However, they had been too careless. At the most critical moment, they all fell into a state of blindness.

Black Soul had wrapped himself in black flames, and Yordle had unleashed his blade draw technique, forcing the nearby enemies back at a small cost.

But Ruge hadn’t been as lucky.

As the tankiest member, she should have been the safest. Yet the enemies had poured all their attacks onto her.

By the time Yordle regained his vision, Ruge had already fallen in a pool of blood, with a holy Quincy arrow lodged in her chest.

Ruge’s death was a huge loss for the entire Sand camp’s reincarnators, significantly reducing their chances of winning.

Even with Fang Bo’s unexpected rise, the Sand camp, driven by their obsession with revenge, remained stuck at the bottom of the leaderboard.

As the leader, Yordle knew he couldn’t escape responsibility for this. His main concern now was how to turn the situation around.

To be honest, the terrain didn’t favor swordsmen. The enemy simply wouldn’t let him get close enough to engage.

It was better when he had teammates, but if he acted alone, he’d easily be kited by the enemy.

Recalling earlier events, if it hadn’t been for the sudden “terrain card,” he and Black Soul might have died at the enemy’s hands.

Determined to rally his team and fulfill his responsibilities, Yordle began leaving communication signals for the Sand camp along the way. He knew it wouldn’t be easy, but even gathering a few people would help.

As the seconds ticked by, more and more reincarnators from his camp began to arrive. Before he knew it, seven or eight people had already gathered around him.

Just as they were preparing to move, a teammate suddenly warned him, “Watch out, a large group is rushing toward us.”

With a distant gunman firing the first shot, an unexpected battle broke out.

At the start, there were only about thirteen or fourteen people on both sides. But as time went on, more reincarnators joined the fight.

“Is this what the mastermind wanted?” Yordle thought grimly as he popped his last supply into his mouth.

In such a chaotic battle, all he could do was focus on self-preservation. There was no way he could address the larger conspiracy at play.

Knowing there was a plot didn’t matter—who would listen to his explanation? Especially when so many people were eager to seize points amidst the chaos.

Wherever you go, there’s killing—so why not take advantage of the crowd and fight to your heart’s content?

Swinging his lightsaber, Yordle dashed toward an opponent, moving like a shadow. He was now fully involved in the battle, and his only goal was to kill as many enemies as possible.

Elsewhere, Stos, a reincarnator from the Iwagakure camp, was observing the fight through a monitoring device.

A battle involving dozens of reincarnators—it was a rare sight, even in the space battlefield.

Under his orchestration, Sand and Cloud had clashed, while the battle between Konoha and Mist had reached a fever pitch.

Iwagakure, meanwhile, remained untouched, patiently waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow to their enemies.

“Fight, keep fighting,” Stos smiled, clearly pleased.

He didn’t care about a few measly points. His sights were set on winning the entire space war.

Weakening the enemy’s forces was essentially the same as strengthening his own.

Since the battle had started, several top-tier reincarnators had already fallen—people who could have been a real threat to them.

With every one of those threats gone, their chances of winning increased, inching closer to overwhelming numerical superiority.

As long as they maintained their lead on the scoreboard, what did it matter if a few strong opponents won the Chunin Exam?

In the end, it would still be Iwagakure who had the last laugh.

No matter how many personal points one might accumulate, it would never compare to the numbers they had on their side. Besides, Stos had no intention of letting anyone else take the champion’s title.

As he continued calculating in silence, Viktor couldn’t help but flex his mechanical arm, flames flickering from his palm.

“Is it time yet?” Viktor asked impatiently.

“Not yet,” Stos replied, signaling for his comrade to wait. Right now, the battle was at its most intense. Rushing in would only make them the target of everyone’s rage.

Once those fighters had worn themselves out, they could step in and harvest the remaining enemies with ease.

“Victory will ultimately be ours.”

“Wow.”

Watching the scene unfold, Fang Bo couldn’t help but let out an impressed sigh.

“So many walking points.”

(End of Chapter)

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