Underworld Player Chapter 3 - The Woman Was Too Stunned to Speak

As soon as he realized this world was not as simple as it seemed, Bai Zhi started to feel increasingly restless.

It was all right to come across a Scuttle Crab, since they were neutral mobs in the game that never attacked the player, but if it had been some other monster instead, things might have turned out very differently. In the worst case, the little street might quickly have been turned into a gruesome scene of gore and mayhem. Considering all the uncanny reports he had just read, Bai Zhi was taking no chances.

Better safe than sorry, as they said. He certainly had no intention of ending up on the news a second time, mere days after he had been granted a miraculous second chance at life, by way of being the hapless victim in another of the city's urban legends.

Bai Zhi sat on the chair and brooded, pondering his next move for minutes on end. The next thing he did was to take the video game account—one that his other self had invested untold sums of money into—and list it for sale at a moderate sum, based on the average market price. Then, he collected his wallet and bank card and headed out.

After another half-hour, Bai Zhi could be seen hurriedly shuffling back to his rental apartment, laden with an assortment of purchases.

Thanks to the widespread adoption and development of the internet, practically anything could be found online, from the most useless trivia to the instructions for building a nuclear bomb.

Being the sort of person who made things happen rather than wait for them to transpire, upon grasping how dangerous this world could be, the exceptional genius Bai Zhi, whose last great achievement was blowing himself to pieces, wasted no time getting up to his old tricks. Using simple materials that were easily obtained, he fashioned about a dozen makeshift explosives and fiery traps, right there in the kitchen of his rental apartment.

If not for his severely limited funds, he would even have purchased a full-body set of protective clothing for himself. Dying had a way of making people cling to life th

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