[It's still night.]
[You fumble in the darkness, a colossal pressure hitting you head-on; the entire world seems to be mocking you, "Outlander, beat it!"]
[If you don't beat it, you'll die!]
"This copy is incredibly domineering," Old Wang couldn't help but sniff.
[Your two failures have made you more cautious.]
[You smell the thick scent of blood and the sound of chewing. It's enjoying the corpses you left behind in your previous two reincarnations, nearly stuffed from its feast.]
[White-haired Monster, 300 pounds of prime meat, a delicious taste perhaps?]
[You pull out a handgun from your backpack and put on night vision goggles. What confuses you, though, is that the night vision goggles are not working.]
[Using the blood scent and chewing sounds, you approximate its direction. Do you shoot now?]
Wang Hao immediately clicked on [No].
What a load of crap.
What's the point of shooting in pitch darkness?
