God-Tier Get Rich System – CH139

Chapter 139: Targeted

Mu Lantu’s eyes swept rapidly across the surroundings, sharp enough to spot a private car less than ten meters away. Inside, a boy in the same school uniform as his was frantically urging the driver to speed up!

Even with his good upbringing, he couldn’t hold back from cursing: “Damn it!” Why were the other players in cars, while he had to rely on his legs to fight it out?

Though countless thoughts flashed through his mind, he didn’t dare stop—he broke into a wild sprint!

The bridge trembled even harder, beginning to sway slightly. More and more motorcyclists, car drivers, bus drivers, and truck drivers sensed something was wrong. Horns blared nonstop.

“Beeeeep—”

“Beep beep beep—”

Terrified drivers began cutting lanes recklessly, throwing the bridge into utter chaos!

Crying, screaming, cursing, honking—everything blended into a hideous symphony, like the trumpet of death itself.

A motorcyclist sat trembling on his bike, when suddenly a fist struck the back of his head—he slumped into unconsciousness.

The attacker was a player!

He shoved the rider aside, mounted the motorcycle, cut into every gap he could find, and whether out of fear or excitement, he let out strange shrieks as he desperately rushed forward.

Mu Lantu saw it all and, in that moment, felt oddly glad he wasn’t in a car. Getting out of one wasted too much time, and if both doors were blocked, it’d be even worse.

There were pedestrians on the walkway too, but since this world seemed to be in summer, the foot traffic wasn’t heavy.

Mu Lantu shot forward like lightning, passing one person after another…

The collapse followed right at his heels, shadowing him like death itself. He dared not look back.

Yet strangely, he felt no fear in his heart. Instead, an intense confidence surged within him—he could do this!

Run. Sprint. Faster!

005’s voice cracked with tension: [Host, come on——]

Ahead, people began abandoning their cars, racing against time on foot.

Mu Lantu spotted more players in school uniforms.

The sidewalk grew more crowded. With agile movements, he weaved around those in his way. When blocked, he climbed onto cars, using rooftops as stepping stones, leaping across, vaulting down—easily bypassing obstacles and leaving more and more people behind.

“Hey! You—” A player Mu Lantu had overtaken reached out instinctively, but only grabbed at air. Drenched in sweat, he shouted desperately, “Hey, classmate up ahead! Wait for me—wait for meee——”

The end was in sight!

Mu Lantu clenched his teeth and pushed himself into another burst of speed!

At that moment, he spotted Xu Huazhang—and his eyes widened in shock!

Xu Huazhang was already standing on a flowerbed at the bridgehead, peering anxiously onto the bridge.

How is he here so soon?

No, no, no!

How did Xu Huazhang already make it across?

Mu Lantu dashed forward.

Xu Huazhang also saw him, rushed to the bridgehead, and spread his arms.

Mu Lantu crashed into his embrace. Xu Huazhang held him tight as Mu Lantu’s legs gave out completely, unable to support his body. Xu Huazhang’s arms wrapped firmly around his waist, steadying him. Mu Lantu leaned his head against Xu Huazhang’s shoulder, gasping for breath.

Sweat drenched his clothes and soaked his hair. Wet strands clung to his smooth forehead; beads of sweat clung to his thick lashes, fluttered down to cover his clear eyes, and rolled off his fair, handsome cheeks like tears. It evoked pity, yet the corners of his rosy lips curved upward in an unmistakable expression of confidence.

Xu Huazhang gently stroked his back, calming his breath. The world around them faded into background noise.

A glowing screen popped out from Mu Lantu’s watch.

“Congratulations, player, for completing the mission. Reward: 1 credit, 300 gold coins. You may remain in this world for another 25 minutes. Do you wish to exit? [Yes][No]”

A thunderous crash echoed around them, but neither spared it a glance.

Sirens drew near—the wails of police, ambulances, and fire trucks.

“Baby, choose ‘No.’ I’ll take you to shower.” Xu Huazhang scooped Mu Lantu up in his arms and strode toward a nearby hotel.

Mu Lantu, still resilient by nature and quick to recover, protested, “I can walk.”

Xu Huazhang didn’t let him down. “Rest a bit longer. I can carry you.”

After lying in his arms a while, Mu Lantu finally jumped down.

They didn’t know what this world’s currency looked like, nor had time to ask. Mu Lantu handed the receptionist a gold bead.

The young woman, having heard they’d just escaped from the bridge collapse and seeing them still in school uniforms, felt little suspicion. She gave them a room without registration, letting them bathe.

To save time, they showered together.

Afterward, they donned clean clothes, though their uniforms still went on top.

With a few minutes left, Mu Lantu searched his space and packed two backpacks: two gold bars, two sets of clothes, some food, a small household first-aid kit, and two bottles of water.

Each carried one, storing them in their game packs just in case this world’s items couldn’t be taken out.

Time was up.

They returned to the sports field, where other players had reappeared as well.

Mu Lantu checked—his undershirt was still there, and the in-game pack had preserved his backpack.

“I got credits and coins!”

“Holy crap, that was insane!”

“How many coins did you get?”

“I thought my legs were done for, but now I’m completely fine! Incredible!”

Mu Lantu guessed that players who cleared missions had their bodies restored upon leaving the instance. Otherwise, with multiple classes per day, it would be impossible to keep going.

He and Xu Huazhang lingered, listening, but hearing nothing valuable, decided to return to the dorm to change out of their dirty uniforms and shoes.

On the way, Mu Lantu learned that Xu Huazhang had been lucky—Infinite University had spawned him less than a hundred meters from the bridgehead. He didn’t even need to run—he simply walked across.

The system rewarded him with 1 credit and 500 gold coins.

That must’ve been the “small fortune” he drew.

Why “this batch”? Mu Lantu had spotted fewer than fifty players in his run, far fewer than the thousands on the sports field. Either the others had entered different instances, or there were multiple versions of the bridge collapse running simultaneously.

“With 500 gold coins, did your shop expand its stock?”

Xu Huazhang nodded. “Besides regular items, there’s a unique prop card—Truancy Card—price: 444 coins. It lets you skip one class, but you still get credits and rewards.”

“Sounds decent.” Mu Lantu snorted. “But that number is so unlucky. Makes me not want to buy it at all.”

Xu Huazhang chuckled. “Agreed.”

Mu Lantu skimmed his own shop to keep things in mind.

In the dorm, only Fan Wenyao was present.

He had already changed out of his uniform, now wearing a dark blue basketball outfit trimmed with orange.

When he saw Mu Lantu, he seemed about to speak—then noticed Xu Huazhang behind him. His mouth closed, but his eyes clung to Mu Lantu, sticky and lingering, scanning him from head to toe.

Mu Lantu frowned and said to Xu Huazhang, “I’ll change in the inner room.”

“No need.” Xu Huazhang stepped up to Fan Wenyao, his voice flat. “Want me to take your eyes out?”

Fan Wenyao sneered, casting another playful glance at Mu Lantu. His tongue slid across his teeth as he suddenly stood up—he was about the same height as Xu Huazhang.

“Go ahead, try me.”

Xu Huazhang’s right palm pushed forward lightly, yet Fan Wenyao’s back slammed hard into the cabinet. With a cry of pain, his vision went dark and he collapsed, unconscious.

Xu Huazhang calmly lowered his hand. “Baby, change clothes.”

Mu Lantu kissed him once, then the two changed into light summer sportswear and breathable sneakers.

“Just leaving him? If he skips class, he’ll probably be erased like those at morning drills.” Mu Lantu said as they left.

Xu Huazhang replied, “I have it under control. He’ll wake within ten minutes.”

They locked the door and left, eating breakfast on the way—steamed buns and millet porridge from the shop.

More students were out now, many already rid of their ugly uniforms. The burst of colors dispelled the earlier gloom, brightening the campus atmosphere.

Pretty clothes lifted moods—smiles bloomed on faces, conversations buzzed.

Some girls, caring about their looks, even bought parasols or sunhats.

In Classroom 104 of the Earth Sciences and Engineering Building—a hundred square meters in size—many students had already arrived. Only five girls were present, sitting together in the back right near the door.

Everyone seemed to be discussing the morning’s drill instance.

Mu Lantu and Xu Huazhang joined the boys’ side, taking two random seats.

Song Bochao sat a row away. Mu Lantu asked, “Classmate Song, was your drill instance also the bridge collapse?”

Song Bochao nodded. “I asked around—everyone’s was the same. Our class has 66 students. 56 cleared it—that’s about an 85% pass rate. All five girls cleared. So, difficulty wasn’t too high.”

Su Mingxu glanced toward a corner. “Of the ten who failed, three refused the mission. A shame.”

Mu Lantu followed his gaze, unsure if he meant Li Kaige.

Li Kaige’s expression was grim. Could it be that he really hadn’t accepted the mission?

It was a fleeting thought—Mu Lantu didn’t dwell on it. Li Kaige’s choices had nothing to do with him.

Xu Huazhang spoke: “I got 500 coins. Lantu, right behind me, got 300. If the player between us got 400, maybe there’s a pattern.”

He shared this as a favor to Song Bochao and the others.

“This is very important information.” Song Bochao’s expression turned serious. “Hold on, I’ll go ask around.”