Superman from the comics: Starting with the Black Robe

Chapter 239 Fortnite Battle Royale

Chapter 239 Fortnite Battle Royale

Watching the various people dressed as monsters and demons fall from the bus like dumplings being dropped into a pot, each opening a paraglider of a different style, Joey knew where he was.

At the intersection of all realms, a fortress continent floating on the sea of ​​nothingness, this is the only continent that exists in the entire dimension.

Its purpose is to provide a battleground for these reincarnated beings from all walks of life to fight each other.

The world of Fortnite and its deranged players, the "Reincarnators".

What's happening on this continent right now is, simply put, a parachute battle royale.

"What exactly is going on?"

Unaware of the situation, the invincible young hero did not make any rash moves. He simply watched with Joey as everyone on the flying Batu let out ghostly screams like primitive people and swooped down towards the continent below.

This left the worldly-wise Mark completely bewildered, as it resembled a rabies attack:

"Why do all these people look a bit off?"

Of course there's something wrong with that; Joey knows why they're here.

That is, to play a meaningless killing game with each other, and then decide the final winner.

Given this premise, it goes without saying what the mental state of the game participants is like.

Such people are so fierce and cunning that even Khorne or the cunning would have to find a way to subdue them.

Their exceptional eyesight allowed them to observe that the first people to land had picked up the firearms scattered across the land, loaded them, and immediately opened fire on the others without hesitation.

Gunshots and explosions rang out incessantly. Even Mark, who grew up in a country where shootings were more frequent than traffic accidents, was deeply shocked.

"Do we have to go down too? Can we just stay floating in the sky like this?"

The native inhabitants of this world are all lunatics, and he doesn't want to get involved in their fighting.

"First of all, these people are definitely not native to this world, and secondly—"

Boom!

The flying bus they were in exploded without warning, disintegrating in mid-air into scattered metal parts and wood.

"The second one is this."

As a seasoned skydiver, Joey naturally knew that the two of them couldn't just stay on the bus forever, but he didn't expect the solution to be so straightforward.

Since they were already there, Joey simply took Mark and marked a location:

"Land, to that town with the Leaning Tower landmark."

Mark still has bruises on half his face and some mild concussion. Perhaps the medicine found below will be helpful for him.

The Leaning Tower Town is a relatively densely built area in the center of the Fortress Continent. Even without super vision, Joey felt as familiar with it as if he were back home.

That being said, Joey still scanned it with his super vision.

Guns, ammunition, shield potions, frying pans—no, I mean backpacks with magazines attached—were found throughout the town.

After searching around, he smashed open a treasure chest that shimmered with gold, scattering a pile of equipment. He only picked up a medkit and handed it to Mark.

"Here, give it a try, it might work."

As Mark took the medical kit that gleamed with a faint light, he felt an inexplicable awkwardness, a feeling that was confirmed when the thought of 'using' it took root in his mind.

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The medical kit transformed into a beam of light, and the bruises on Mark's face and the minor injuries inside and outside his skull began to heal rapidly. This reminded him of what the objects floating on the floor as light projections resembled:

"Are we in a video game world?"

With a flick of his finger, Joey conjured an M1 Garand rifle from the projected gun on the ground.

"You can understand it that way."

Perhaps because it frequently intersects and merges with other dimensions, the composition of this world is quite peculiar, with all existence existing in an interactive state between matter and information.

As if by muscle memory, Joey cocked his rifle with a click, his aim already fixed on an exit outside the window. Two shots shattered the shield of a newly emerged Reincarnator, leaving him with only a sliver of health.

Although it seems stupid for Superman to be shooting his opponent with a semi-automatic rifle, Joey found it even stupider after actually doing it.

However, I couldn't resist the urge to try it myself, since I was in a local situation.

He precisely controlled the damage to the point that it made the opponent back down, without killing them.

After all, since they've already turned on the wall, eliminating anyone would be too unfair for the rest of the game.

The reincarnator who was forced back was a veteran who looked like Snake. He shrank back the moment the gunshot rang out, glanced down at his health bar, and instantly gasped, "Hiss~ Something's not right."

He came over to harvest the loot after seeing someone land here and collecting a decent set of equipment, but he almost got killed as soon as he showed his face.

While hiding behind cover and drinking shield potions to replenish his shield bar, he felt that the opponent's method seemed a bit too violent.

In terms of marksmanship and awareness, he can be considered a master among the reincarnators. Even he couldn't have taken down an opponent so accurately with two bullets at this distance, especially since it was their first meeting.

"What's wrong?! Are they actually that good?"

Another companion arrived late, grabbing a hoe, and rushed straight towards the direction from which the gunshots rang out.

This is Snake's teammate in this game, Pete from "Family Guy". He has a big face and a thick neck, and the rolls of fat on his body do not affect his speed and pace as a genetic warrior when he enters the battlefield.

Snake, who was still recovering his health, felt increasingly uneasy. He felt that his opponent didn't seem to have any real skill; it was as if they had just unleashed their full power.

Seeing the other person's reckless attitude, Snake quickly tried to dissuade him:

"Don't go! There's a sniper on the other side!"

When giving teammates information, you must be concise and to the point, and you must master the art of communication. If you say "The enemy has engaged," 99% of your teammates will think you're being stubborn, and they might even retort with "If you're bad, practice more."

It would be better to say that the enemy has a sniper. That way, not many teammates would be willing to take the risk of gambling that the enemy won't be able to hit them in the early game.

"Don't panic, I have an RPG, let me see how—"

With a bang, Pete, who had just peeked out, had his health bar emptied and collapsed to the ground.

"Holy crap, a cheat!"

Barely clinging to life, teammate Pete, like a fat worm, slowly writhed towards Snake, trying to grasp at this last straw:

"Help! Help! Help!"

"I told you, but you still insisted on trying."

He wouldn't listen to reason but insisted on being shot. For a moment, Snake thought it would be better to just shoot this incredible teammate and let him go so we could start the next round.

Despite his thoughts, Snake, who wanted to win the game, set up cover to protect his teammates. As he prepared to rescue them, he found a red cloak blocking his way.

He's Superman.

Moreover, it appeared in front of me in an instant, as if it had teleported.

Without the slightest hesitation, Snake immediately pulled out his shotgun and fired: "Die, you cheater!"

What's the big deal about having X-ray vision and super speed? You'll still die in two shots from a shotgun.

His perspective finally changed after he saw the two damage numbers that were '0' that popped up.

Looking up again, I saw the opponent's health bar—'∞o/∞

Snake's desire to win had finally died completely; he simply smiled with relief.

"666, they're not even going to act anymore!"