Chapter 97: This Horse Is a Natural Two-Timer

"Friendship Bracelets? Holy cow, is the streamer trying to turn this into a harem-building show? I feel like the beauties of the Savage Continent are in grave danger, and there are definitely going to be a lot more lonely bachelors around here."

"The guy above is making a terrifying point, but surely these bracelets must have some limitations? Otherwise, wouldn't the streamer be invincible?"

"How could he be invincible? After all, unless it's someone close to you, who would be stupid enough to put one on?"

"That's true! I think there must be some restrictions on the friendship bracelets. Otherwise, if the host really seduces a powerhouse capable of rampaging across the continent, will he even need to keep grinding and leveling up? What would be the point of watching the stream without the leveling-up aspect?"

"Even without grinding, he could travel the whole continent as an explorer! The Savage Continent is so vast that the streamer could walk for weeks and still have content to broadcast."

"Traveling the continent? An explorer? No way, no way! I want to see the streamer fight monsters and level up! What's so interesting about tourism? It's just mountains and water—boring!"

"Damn it! What’s wrong with tourism? Fighting and killing is just promoting violence! What if kids watch this and start imitating it? Someone could get killed!"

"Whoa, follow that logic and children would be imitating the scenes from those anti-Japanese war dramas! Tearing Japanese soldiers apart with bare hands, hiding grenades in crotches—that’s even more dangerous. Should we just stop those dramas from killing anyone too?"

"Oh my god!!! Tearing Japanese soldiers apart with bare hands? You Chinese people have such insane combat power! No wonder your military is top-tier internationally."

"Found a foreigner! Which country are you from? State your name. Come to China, and I’ll have your back! No one will dare bully you!"

"Judging by the 'Oh my god,' this foreigner believes in God; he's likely from Europe or America. Trust me, my deduction is definitely correct!"

"How did you know I was from Europe? Hello everyone, I'm Andre from Germany."

"Germany! I remember during WWII, you guys were our good friends! I think I read somewhere that a German stationed in China stood his ground with a pistol against the Japanese army in Nanjing to protect a group of Chinese people, saving hundreds."

"Where did you see that? I don't believe it. Back then, Germany was into that whole fascism thing, and Japan was the same. Both countries were thick as thieves—how could they have turned against each other for our country?"

"What kind of logic is that? By your reasoning, all of Europe was capitalist during WWII, so why weren't they all loving each other? Why weren't they all 'thick as thieves' then? It’s only now, in a generally peaceful era, that they are acting like allies."

"I recall the relationship between Japan and Germany wasn't actually that close! But I still don't believe a single German would dare stand up to so many Japanese soldiers. After all, communication was so backward back then; who would even know if they killed him? The Japanese army wouldn't have been afraid of him at all."

"It’s probably just a myth made up by German fanboys, if you ask me. I’m going to search for it on Baidu."

Chen Bo stuffed all the items he had won from the lucky draw into his system space. The upgraded space was truly impressive; everything felt much more organized.

However, the problem remained: where on earth was he?

Chen Bo looked around in confusion. He was on a grassy plain. There was a small path ahead, another to his left, what looked like a forest to his right, and more forest behind him.

Another problem arose: there were two paths, and neither had any horse hoof prints. It seemed Maji had been quite cautious, erasing his tracks as he rode.

There is nothing more annoying in life than encountering two paths—one leading to the unknown, the other to a broad, bright future. The worst part is not knowing which is which.

Chen Bo regretted not using the remaining dozen minutes of his Mulan transformation card to ride the Great Firebird down both paths. If there were a store that sold "regret pills," Chen Bo would go bankrupt just to buy a dozen! Yes, a whole dozen!

Just then, a horse neighed. Chen Bo remembered that Maji had a horse here!

As the saying goes, "An old horse knows the way." If he had this horse, maybe he could leave this place and return to Tianyang City? That might actually work!

Chen Bo had to admire his own brilliance. Not only was he handsome, but his IQ was also off the charts. How were others supposed to compete? It was frustrating! Truly unsolvable!

But it was Maji's horse—he wasn't sure if it would listen to him. Not that Chen Bo was worried; if it didn't listen, he could just beat it into submission!

Sometimes, violence was the most direct, efficient, and effective method.

Chen Bo calmly drew a long sword from his system space. The sword was nameless, silvery-white throughout, with golden threads wrapped around the hilt and inlaid with rare jade, gemstones, and crystals. It looked magnificent.

The scabbard was made from the bone of some kind of meta-beast, giving the ornate blade an air of wild, bloodthirsty ferocity.

This was his trophy, taken from Maji’s storage bag. It was a decent weapon—not only good-looking but also quite practical.

Even though the scabbard was just dead bone, meta-beasts naturally exerted a sense of pressure on ordinary animals.

The large black horse trembled with fear at the scent of the meta-beast, unable to even stand. Its four legs buckled, and it collapsed onto the ground.

"Huh? This horse is such a coward. And it can do the splits? No, it has four legs, so it should be a 'quad-split.' Yes, that’s it!" Chen Bo felt quite pleased with his new terminology.

Looking at the horse collapsed on the ground, he said with disgust, "Not only are you a coward, but you're also prone to spreading your legs! Bad luck! Not a good horse."

Chen Bo drew the sword and thrust it hard into the horse's neck. A spray of fresh blood gushed out. Chen Bo dodged instantly and struck again. The horse, which had been struggling violently, soon slowed to a twitch and then went silent forever.