Apocalypse Descends: I Win Effortlessly by Turning Trash into Treasure

Xenomorphs had come for them before, but only in groups of three or four, maybe seven or eight at most. Never like this—a massive, dark swarm that looked to be dozens strong, if not more.

On top of that, he was particularly wary of the two people being chased by the Xenomorphs.

Despite being pursued by so many creatures, their clothes were only slightly torn. And though they were filthy, they didn’t seem to have any injuries.

Most importantly, the two of them had been running from the very beginning without using any abilities. Even so, the Xenomorph Titan-Ants behind them still couldn’t catch up.

After dealing with Xenomorphs for a while now, they might not understand them one hundred percent, but they were no longer as clueless as they were at the start.

They knew that, without any interference, a normal human could never outrun a Xenomorph.

Moreover, the Xenomorph Titan-Ants possessed a ranged attack, yet they hadn’t once spat their ant acid at the two people in front of them.

Something was wrong. Very, very wrong.

"Hold your fire, we don’t want any friendly fire," he told the players beside him. "The Water Attribute isn’t as powerful as the others. We’ll have a better chance if we wait until they’re closer."

All the players with the Water Attribute nodded in understanding.

With the protective shield up, they weren’t afraid of coming face-to-face with the Xenomorphs. They couldn’t get in, and their attacks couldn’t hurt them.

From the start, this confrontation had been unfair.

When the Xenomorph Titan-Ants were close enough...

"Attack!"

At his command, countless water arrows, Water Cannons, and a whole series of other Water Skills were unleashed, striking the Xenomorph Titan-Ants directly.

The Xenomorph Titan-Ants, which had been menacingly chasing their quarry, immediately let out a bloodcurdling scream upon contact with the water. Then, they turned and fled...

Watching the Xenomorph Titan-Ants turn and flee without the slightest hesitation, all the players were dumbfounded.

’What was going on?’

’Why was this different from the usual script?’

While most were left speechless and confused, a few people sensed that something was amiss.

But before they could think it over, something even more shocking happened.

Those two players who were being hunted by the Xenomorphs couldn’t get through the protective shield.

The two players outside, not yet sensing anything was wrong, shouted at the people inside, "What’s wrong with you people? What are you staring at? Hurry up and let us in!"

If he had stayed quiet, it would have been better. The moment he spoke, everyone’s gaze on him grew even stranger.

Because from the very beginning, the only things the protective shield had ever blocked were Xenomorphs. Everyone else—including the natives—could pass through freely.

So that raised a question.

Players can enter the shield.

Natives can also enter the shield.

Therefore, Players = Natives = Normal People.

Xenomorphs cannot enter the shield.

These two players also cannot enter the shield.

Therefore, Xenomorphs = These two players.

"They’re Xenomorphs!"

After reaching this conclusion, a player fired a golden beam of light from his hand, instantly piercing through the two’s bodies and leaving two fist-sized, bloody holes.

However, despite such large wounds appearing on their bodies, not a single drop of blood flowed out. Their facial expressions didn’t even change.

This further confirmed that something was wrong with them.

Seeing the holes in their bodies, the two outside showed expressions of fury.

Realizing they’d been exposed, they dropped the act. Their mouths gaped open to an impossible degree, and then, countless purple, octopus-like Tentacles shot out from within.

These Tentacles slammed heavily against the protective shield.

Players who were closer could see clearly that the Tentacles were covered in suckers of all sizes, just like real octopus tentacles, but with a slight difference.

Those weren’t real suckers; they were mouths, each one filled with sharp teeth. Green liquid continuously poured from these mouths, landing on the shield with a SIZZLING, corrosive sound.

At the same time, the Xenomorph Titan-Ants that had left also returned.

Seeing this, the faces of the crowd showed no signs of panic.

After working together so closely for this long, they had developed a certain rapport.

So, faced with the current situation, everyone present remained quite calm.

Only one person’s expression twisted into a strange grimace upon seeing the two figures outside the shield.

And this person was none other than Xavier Alden.

For him to have such a reaction, there was no doubt: those two were also from the Alden Family.

Saul Alden, Ryan Alden.

One was the son of his first uncle, the other the son of his second uncle.

Among all his cousins, these two looked down on him the most. Every time they looked at him, it was as if they were looking at trash, never bothering to hide the disgust and contempt in their eyes.

When they learned he’d been chosen for the survival game, the two of them couldn’t stop making snide, backhanded remarks. They implied that while being chosen was good, it was also dangerous, and he could die at any moment. He couldn’t compare to them, the heirs of the family.

When they said this, the jealousy in their eyes was almost impossible to conceal.

After he told them about his experiences in the game, the two had been even more dismissive, claiming that if it had been them, they would have performed much better. They said Xavier Alden was practically wasting a spot, and so on.

And now, as Xavier Alden watched them transformed into these things, a thrill of vengeful pleasure rose within him.

’They said they’d do better than him? Now they’ve become hosts for Xenomorphs.’

Xavier Alden could already imagine the reactions of his dear first and second uncles after the game ended.

However, Xavier Alden had no intention of personally delivering this news to his uncles.

As much as he wanted to, based on his years of experience living in the Alden Family, he knew that if he was the one to break the news, they would probably find a way to pin the blame on him.

Even though his status in the Alden Family had risen, he didn’t want to stir up trouble. After all, if his first and second uncles couldn’t touch him, they might go after his parents.

Not only could he not say anything, but he also had to completely distance himself from this incident, giving them no opportunity whatsoever to drag him into it.

Xavier Alden made up his mind. After this game ended, he would stay at The Card Tavern for two days before going back, just to say he had only just returned from the game.

Now, Xavier Alden was thankful that, to save himself trouble, he had never told his family the specific game world he was in.

Meanwhile, Perry Yates also recognized Saul Alden and Ryan Alden.

However, she was far more decisive than Xavier Alden.

She knew them, but not well. She glanced at them for a moment before looking away.

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