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Doomsday Roulette

Chapter 1839: A Kind of Smart Called Husky (Part 1) 🐺

Published: February 12, 2025

The campfire cast a reddish glow on several faces, and the flickering flames created moving shadows that gave the night a somewhat eerie feeling.

On the fire, a few small fish were being grilled. For an ordinary person, these would be enough for several meals, but for an evolver, they could only serve to fill the stomach a bit.

Husky's face hadn't looked good for days, even after resting for twelve hours in between. Ever since his last failed attempt to hunt down Ye Zhongming, his reputation within the team had suffered a severe blow, and he had even mistakenly killed a teammate due to that black fog.

However, his strength and charisma still earned him a reward—he managed to form another team consisting of ten members. This time, the team was larger than the last.

Although the previous attempt had failed, Husky believed it was due to his underestimation of Ye Zhongming's strength. This time, he completely avoided the new red names ranked in the top three thousand, intending to find some 'soft targets' to prey upon.

What he hadn't anticipated was that his luck would be so bad that it incited the wrath of both gods and men.

The place he brought his team to was the Sea of Ten Thousand Isles.

Upon arriving, he discovered during the first refresh of the red name locations that Ye Zhongming was also here. To his surprise, he had indeed selected his target in advance, and that target's location was the Sea of Ten Thousand Isles!

Nevertheless, he quickly adjusted his mindset. Although they were in the same area, every section was vast. If he paid a little more attention and didn’t actively approach Ye Zhongming, he probably wouldn’t encounter that terrifying guy.

This wasn’t because Husky was cowardly; he was genuinely afraid.

Before, he had entertained the idea of killing Ye Zhongming to redeem his previous humiliation, but after investigating during their downtime, he lost his nerve.

He truly lost his nerve, not just temporarily.

While investigating Ye Zhongming, he didn’t find anything of great value, but he discovered that another team pursuing him came from Treasure Island. In three days, they not only failed to kill Ye Zhongming but also lost several members to him.

Husky knew what kind of place Treasure Island was. People from there were not to be trifled with. Similarly, he couldn’t afford to provoke Ye Zhongming.

Previously, he had closely observed Ye Zhongming’s activities and found that he was active on the southern side of the Sea of Ten Thousand Isles. He decided to head to the northern side to hunt first, as that was his main occupation, and wait until the pursuing red name came closer before making a move.

However, there were few mutated creatures and parasites in this area. After more than a day of hard work, each of them had very few points, and that red name had disappeared hours ago.

This meant that he had been eliminated.

With everything going wrong, the morale of the Husky Squad had seriously declined. They had already decided to leave the area.

But who would have thought that just as they were about to leave, misfortune would strike again? The more one fears something, the more likely it is to happen. Before night fell, the Husky Squad suddenly encountered Ye Zhongming, who should have still been in the south just an hour ago.

The Star-Eye Clan were assassins and raiders. They discovered them first and launched a surprise attack. After losing two members and injuring four, the ten-person squad couldn’t even catch a glimpse of their attackers before they escaped.

The situation of the squad was dire; daring to light a fire to roast fish was perhaps a reckless way of letting loose in desperation.

After all, if they were targeted by the three sudden experts from the Star-Eye Clan, being killed was just a matter of time. It was better to be so blatant and at least have some light around them to see.

"Someone's coming."

One of the eight remaining members of the squad suddenly whispered, yet his body didn’t move, maintaining a steady rhythm of poking at the campfire. The others heard him and showed no signs of alarm, continuing to do what they were doing.