Apocalypse Gachapon Chapter 1864: Half an hour sneak attack

No one could predict how posterity might interpret the brief discussion under an hour long between Ji Ruiguang and Ye Zhongming, or if it would etch itself into the annals of history, but one certainty stood out: for Earth and the nation, it represented pure justice, whereas to other species, it fell woefully short.

Naturally, in this vast cosmos, the idea of justice remained somewhat limited in scope.

Much like the principle of energy conservation, the ascent of certain individuals always demanded sacrifices from others.

It wasn't entirely black-and-white, yet the harsh truths of reality often left people feeling helpless and disheartened.

One could only conclude that the survival of the strongest prevailed in every corner and era.

"This squad consists of folks from various species. To maximize their point rewards, more than thirty members hail from almost twenty different races."

With the choice to proceed now set, Ye Zhongming started sharing the intel he'd gathered in full detail.

"The strength of this group lies in their powerful solo fighting skills, seamless synergy and teamwork among powers, bold and ruthless moves, and reliable intel streams, showing they're ready to invest cash and value quick results."

"Moreover, they probably boast a complete lineup of professions, including several healers and various support roles. That gives the squad robust staying power in battles plus solid healing options."

"The top fighter in their lineup…"

Ye Zhongming passed on every scrap of known data, laying it out thoroughly, which only heightened the growing unease among the listeners.

Besides the fresh recruits, the rest had been acquainted with Ye Zhongming from the initial cycle or soon thereafter. They were aware that across these two cycles, he'd racked up impressive scores while dodging pursuits from Queen Aimusi. Still, he'd not just hatched this scheme but mapped out precise tactics and compiled exhaustive details. It was downright chilling—how did he manage such precision?

Truth be told, when Ye Zhongming first laid eyes on this intel, his own reactions mirrored those of his comrades. Astonishment and wonder struck him at how Ji Ruiguang had amassed such specifics in just six or seven days since the beginner battlefield kicked off. Truly, the ex-leader of the nation lived up to his reputation; he possessed real savvy.

"That's the full rundown on the info. I'll give the exact orders for our moves when the moment arrives."

Ye Zhongming's face grew grave, and the whole group snapped to full attention right away.

"Next up, time to hand out the gear. Think of this as my modest thanks for joining me on this mission."

The Cloud Peak King proceeded to dole out weapons and potions.

These represented real, spendable points, sparking enthusiasm in everyone present.

Ye Zhongming tailored the gear to fit each individual's needs, basically outfitting them completely. Since the newbies joined late, he hadn't readied full kits for them, but over the last couple of days' hunts, he'd whipped up some minor pieces in downtime.

For instance, he forged shoulder guards and rear spikes for the shield bearer to bolster protection from overhead and backside assaults. For the Six-Eye Race sharpshooter, he produced ten premium light arrows, which thrilled her to no end.

It was tough to fathom anyone going to such lengths to custom-make top-tier arrows just for her. That kind of labor and resources could have yielded superior gear rather than these partial-use items.

"I will use them to claim ten enemy lives."

In response to the Six-Eye Race member's vow, Ye Zhongming chuckled and replied, "If you pull that off for real, I’ll craft twenty more just for you."

"You're on! No taking it back!"

The aura warrior's gear demanded the most deliberation from Ye Zhongming, as this fellow seemed to want for nothing.

Ye Zhongming fashioned a backup arm, a compact ranged tool akin to a hand crossbow yet self-loading. The projectiles, finger-length bolts, came in six pairs slotted into the frame. A single trigger pull unleashed them at high speed.

Employed covertly, it could prove quite useful. For a support fighter like him, frequently marked for takedown first, this added layer of protection brought clear satisfaction to the aura warrior.

"Okay, time to head out!" Ye Zhongming skipped the chit-chat; once the distribution wrapped, he led the departure without delay.

………………

"Just half an hour remains in this mini-cycle."

A figure lounged on the soil, limbs extended, mood visibly upbeat.

The group had pressed on with steady hunts throughout this cycle, suffering zero losses and ensuring all wounded got proper care. At present, merely three couldn't fight but managed self-sufficiency.

This outcome bordered on miraculous after nearly ten days of clashes, all credited to the squad's smart setup of roles.

Backed by healers and aides, plus close-quarters and distant attackers, battling felt like wielding every skill solo, yielding results way surpassing simple addition.

"An hour and a half still to go, right?"

A nearby fuzzy being chuckled, setting the record straight for the earlier speaker.

"Based on what we've seen before, the alert drops an hour prior to close. Rookies can't target each other after that. For our purposes, that leaves us with essentially half an hour, doesn't it?"

"You talk as if preying on newbies is your trade."

"He has taken down a few, after all. See, he's got that red name tag."

"Had to be done. They wandered into our turf; death was their fate."

More than twenty individuals clustered in a circle, all at ease. Their scores had climbed once more this round, the trailing member past 1,400 points while the leader topped 3,000! A stellar position.

Having wrapped a major takedown, they opted to unwind for the final hour and a half. No targets lingered nearby, anyway.

With watchers stationed across key angles, threats held no fear for them.

Their crew numbered over thirty strong; scant few could challenge them effectively.

"Once we're back, I'm grabbing that Ion Gun from the shop. It vaporizes lesser parasites in a single blast."

"I figure you can swing the cost, but wielding it? Each firing runs you around ten points!"

"What do you mean, why not? I've got more than 2,000 points now. I'd deploy it in tight spots for sure. Captain, if I snag that weapon, will you bump up my cut from the point splits?"

This fellow glanced at the seated captain, receiving no reply. Instead, he watched the leader rise abruptly, gaze fixed eastward.

"Captain, something up?"

"All hands, stay sharp! Prepare for action!" The captain's tone carried urgency as he gripped his blade.

Confusion rippled through the group, yet they swiftly assumed battle stances.

"Zalegong, our lookout in that direction, missed his check-in!"

Even in downtime, guard posts stayed vigilant. Silence from one typically signaled trouble.

"We'll investigate as a unit."