Chapter Twelve: Returning to the Battlefield

Half an hour later.

“Hey, brother, can you check if the quantity of your purchases is correct?”

A few young men in yellow vests wiped the sweat from their brows and asked Fang Mu.

Fang Mu glanced over everything, then smiled and nodded, “Yes, it’s all correct. Thank you.”

“No problem! We’re heading out, don’t forget to give us a good review!” The young men laughed and left.

Now Fang Mu’s room was filled with piles of goods—everything he had just ordered online.

Yes, even in the First Star Battlefield, you could get food delivery and express packages.

Although the whole population had entered the Era of Evolution, the battlefield was still a dangerous place. Not everyone dared to risk life and death in such peril. After all, this was no game; a single mistake could mean real death. The mortality rate among Evolvers remained high. In the past few months, within the radius of several dozen kilometers, Fang Mu had seen at least ten corpses.

Life and death were commonplace in the First Star Battlefield.

But the cities within the battlefield were safe. The large presence of Evolvers meant battlefield creatures wouldn’t dare approach—this included even gold-tier beasts.

Naturally, this had given rise to many ordinary people who served the Evolvers.

Like the young men from earlier.

He had just purchased a batch of supplies online. First, mineral water and beverages—he had ordered dozens of cases. For one person, this would last more than half a year.

Besides water and drinks, there was food. He had also ordered a hundred meals. Of course, these weren’t made from evolutionary materials. Eating three a day would last him over a month.

Inside his Spatial Armament, everything remained suspended in stasis. No matter how long he kept them, the food wouldn’t spoil.

And then, ammunition.

A thousand rounds of universal 12.5mm standard sniper bullets.

He had considered getting a new gun, but after buying Blazing Fire and splurging on a four-thousand-five-hundred meal, his funds were running low.

He would have to make do for now.

Additionally, there was a shovel, a military spade, a large piece of tactical camouflage net, and other miscellaneous items.

All things he’d need on the battlefield.

He walked over and touched each item in turn, and with every touch, the item vanished. In just a few minutes, the mountain of supplies occupying half the room had disappeared.

Everything had been stowed away in his Spatial Armament.

For a moment, Fang Mu felt a strange sense of happiness.

The first time he used his Spatial Armament, the feeling of accomplishment made him feel as though he owned the whole world—something no other equipment could grant him.

When he thought about it, he alone was the equivalent of an entire logistics support team.

How exhilarating!

It was a shame his funds were running low; otherwise, he could have bought even more.

He smacked his lips, took a deep breath, and felt a surge of confidence!

“Let’s go! Off to the battlefield—kill monsters, earn money, level up, buy more supplies!” he laughed.

After tidying up, Fang Mu opened the door and began his most confident sortie in three months of battlefield life.

Three days later.

First Star Battlefield, Tiger Roar Gorge, atop a vantage point.

Fang Mu lay prone in a self-made earth-toned ghillie suit.

He had dug a small field fortification, covered it with a layer of tactical camouflage net, and, combined with his ghillie suit, was nearly invisible even up close.

Unlike Falling Goose Plains, where dense vegetation made concealment easy, Tiger Roar Gorge was made up of bare, earth-colored hills with sparse foliage—here, such camouflage was essential.

After all, he was a Gunfighter—and a lone wolf at that.

From his vantage point, Fang Mu could survey most of Tiger Roar Gorge.

As the name implied, this place was home to a battlefield creature called the Gale Tiger—a bronze-tier beast.

The Gale Tiger was over four meters long, with powerful limbs and a formidable physique. Not only was it strong, its speed was astonishing, able to sprint at up to fifty meters per second—swift as the wind. Among bronze creatures, it was notoriously difficult to deal with.

Yet Fang Mu had chosen the Gale Tiger as his first bronze-tier kill.

His reasons were threefold.

First, the terrain of Tiger Roar Gorge was ideal for a Gunfighter.

Many vantage points, wide visibility, long distance from targets—truly a natural sniping ground.

Other bronze-tier creatures lived in different environments. Some inhabited plains, which, though broad, lacked vantage points and had monotonous terrain, making it easier to be spotted and chased by battlefield creatures.

Others lived in towering forests—complex terrain but too many obstacles, not ideal for firearms.

Still others resided in natural caves—narrow and intricate, leaving no room for a Gunfighter to operate.

For this reason alone, Tiger Roar Gorge was the obvious choice for Fang Mu.

Second, the Gale Tiger itself was a perfect sniping target.

Battlefield creatures came in all shapes: flying, running, swimming, crawling—everything imaginable.

The Gale Tiger was fast, but only when hunting or fighting. Undisturbed, it was a giant target—visible from hundreds of meters away.

This ensured high hit probability.

Gunfighting was powerful, but useless if you missed. Not every Gunfighter could hit a basketball-sized target from hundreds or thousands of meters.

Moreover, the Gale Tiger was one of the few solitary creatures.

Many battlefield creatures were social. The Black Jade Worms, for example, moved in swarms—kill one, and the rest would seek the enemy. Fang Mu had previously killed three easily because he’d occupied a favorable position and the worms hadn’t detected him.

But bronze-tier creatures were different—senses extremely sharp. Unless the distance was great and the concealment impeccable, picking them off one by one was nearly impossible.

The Gale Tiger’s solitary nature allowed for a margin of error. Even if his shot failed to kill or hit, he wouldn’t have to worry about provoking its companions and being attacked.

The third reason was the Gale Tiger’s size.

Here, size wasn’t just about making it easier to hit, but because his gunfighting technique, Blazing Fire, imbued bullets with fire elemental power. If the target were too small, it might be incinerated to ashes instantly.

With the Gale Tiger’s bulk, even if burned by Blazing Fire, most of the body would remain, ensuring Fang Mu’s gains.

For these three reasons, choosing the Gale Tiger of Tiger Roar Gorge as his target was only natural.

G-301 lay quietly before him; Fang Mu had been hidden here for nearly half an hour. His breathing was calm, and he waited.

A sniper’s life—one shot, one kill, long-range death—seemed dazzlingly cool.

But that was only the glory of a single bullet.

Before that one shot, patience was the greatest requirement.

Fang Mu was an excellent sniper; this solitude was not hard for him to endure.

Though in his heart, he was somewhat eager—he wanted his first Blazing Fire shot to be against a bronze-tier creature. So for three days, he had restrained himself, never using his gunfighting technique.

Now, he was itching with anticipation.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait long—a Gale Tiger appeared in his scope.

His gaze sharpened, and he focused in.