Starting the Game with Godlike Vision-Chapter 44 - Different Breathing Space

The current predicament was that, although Zuo Chengan knew a mountain monkey attack was imminent, its precise timing remained a mystery.

Speculation flooded the chat. Some viewers claimed the vehicle would encounter the ambush in seven more turns, others insisted it would be four, and a few argued the critical point had already passed.

The sheer confusion among them was palpable.

But then again, they were merely spectators.

No matter how perilous the dungeon became, it was none of their concern.

Their only interest in the monsters' attack timing was to ensure they didn't miss the action while stepping away for a bathroom break or a food delivery.

Ultimately, Zuo Chengan assessed the approaching health bar's movement and cross-referenced it with the most popular conjecture in the chat.

The conclusion was clear—four major turns remained before the mountain monkeys would strike.

Having removed his easily dislodged night-vision goggles beforehand, Zuo Chengan discreetly informed Zheng Ren and Li Yueqiu via private message to prepare for battle.

He took the lead, rising to his feet with a thermal flask filled with diluted tomato sauce hanging from his waist, ready for use.

All preparations were in place.

Zuo Chengan positioned his left foot to shield Mo Dou, ensuring the dog's safety in the impending chaos. His right foot found a stable stance as he lowered his center of gravity.

Although Mo Dou was tethered with a fabric leash, additional precautions were necessary—falling off would reduce the dog to nothing more than a meat sack.

Li Yueqiu and Zheng Ren followed suit, rising to their feet and stretching their muscles in anticipation.

Noticing their coordinated actions, Zhang Zhuang grew suspicious.

Could they also possess insider knowledge of the dungeon mechanics? Could they be affiliated with a rival guild? Zhang Zhuang mused. It's unlikely they belong to Kilohunt.

That guild consisted of reclusive, high-skilled lone wolves.

These individuals lacked both exceptional combat prowess and social reticence, making Dawnmoon Guild the likelier affiliation.

Yet… they didn't seem particularly remarkable.

Had Dawnmoon Guild's recruitment standards really fallen this low?

Since the Sunlit Resort dungeon opened, six teams had entered—three from Dawnmoon, two from Tidal Surge, and one from Kilohunt.

The Kilohunt members remained enigmatic; despite the spies' best efforts, not a single piece of intel had been extracted.

Meanwhile, they had managed to secure valuable information about Dawnmoon—one of their members reportedly survived until the fourth day and returned with crucial data.

That was far more than Tidal Surge had accomplished, managing only two days' worth of intel.

Could these individuals possess an even more comprehensive strategy?

Despite his curiosity, Zhang Zhuang set aside his doubts and surveyed the landscape.

This was not the time to probe into their backgrounds. Based on his calculations, the mountain monkeys were due to arrive imminently.

The mountain monkeys were one of the hostile creatures in the Sunlit Resort dungeon, with an average Attribute Score of 6.

They were common mobs in a Level 2 dungeon, little more than an appetizer.

Even unranked players with moderate skill could handle them with relative ease.

The primary complication lay in the terrain.

They were aboard a high-speed sightseeing vehicle, with a sheer cliff on one side and minimal maneuvering space.

A single misstep could lead to a fatal plunge.

…

"One, two, three…" Zuo Chengan silently counted the turns they had passed.

He had already ascended to the roof of the bus, preparing for the initial wave of enemies.

He hadn't forgotten that the first kill in a dungeon often guaranteed a 100% equipment drop rate.

Clearly, he wasn't the only one aware of this.

As Zuo Chengan settled on the roof, Zhang Zhuang from Tidal Surge followed suit.

The two occupied half the space each, an unspoken truce forming between them.

Zuo Chengan had preemptively informed Zheng Ren and Li Yueqiu through private channels that the creatures would attack from the foliage above at the fourth turn, ensuring they wouldn't be caught off guard.

The vehicle barreled toward the fourth turn, its frame swaying with the velocity.

This section was a deep, U-shaped curve spanning over four hundred meters, carved into the cliffside.

As the vehicle entered the bend, Tan Huihui, Yang Ye, and Qian Xiang also rose to their feet.

Here, the advantage of a smaller team became apparent: with only two people and a dog on one side, they had ample space—both physically and tactically.

In contrast, Tan Huihui and Yang Ye's side was cramped.

With three people standing, there was barely room to swing a weapon, let alone raise an arm without bumping into someone.

Yang Ye, for what felt like the hundredth time, "accidentally" brushed his elbow against Tan Huihui's chest.

She finally snapped. “How many times are you going to cop a feel? Can't you just sit still like Qian Xiang?”

Qian Xiang subtly shifted toward the front of the vehicle, steering clear of the brewing storm.

Realizing he had overstepped, Yang Ye swallowed nervously and issued a hasty apology before Tan Huihui's irritation escalated.

But Tan Huihui's anger had no time to simmer.

At that moment, rustling noises emerged from the foliage above.

The mountain monkeys had arrived.

The heavy thumps of creatures landing on the metal roof echoed through the air.

The monsters, previously known only by name in the chat, had finally revealed themselves.

This scouting party numbered seven or eight.

They resembled monkeys, but their necks were nearly as long as their bodies, with glaring red air sacs just below their throats.

The sacs, about the size of quail eggs, were mostly hidden by fur, resembling fleshy growths.

The design of these creatures left an obvious clue—as if the developers were worried players wouldn't know where to hit, so they made the weak point blatantly obvious.

It practically screamed, "Hit me here!"

The creatures ignored Zuo Chengan and Zhang Zhuang entirely, scurrying down the vehicle's frame without hesitation.

Unwilling to let the first kill slip away, Zhang Zhuang swiftly deployed his weapon—a power strip with a two-meter-long cord.

The strip had eight outlets, and the plug featured three eight-centimeter hooks arranged in a triangle.

It wasn't unusual for players to wield bizarre weapons; as long as they worked, aesthetics were irrelevant.

Zhang Zhuang aimed at one of the monkeys, the hooks latching onto its skin.

The creature writhed in pain, but before it could break free, a blue arc of electricity surged from the power strip, coursing through the hooks and into its body, paralyzing it.

Zhang Zhuang yanked the cord, dragging the creature toward him for the kill.

Zuo Chengan wasn't about to stand idly by.

The moment a monkey was ensnared, he struck first, aiming for the red air sac on its throat.

However, the angle was off, and his blow landed on the creature's slender neck instead.

The electricity from the power strip was short-lived, the blue arc vanishing almost instantly.

Even if residual current remained, Zuo Chengan's weapon, Little Seven, was made of non-conductive material, so he had nothing to fear.

Crack!

With 20+1 Strength and the weapon's inherent weight, the monkey's fragile neck didn't stand a chance.

The metal ruler shattered the creature's throat instantly, its body collapsing in a heap.

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