Super Game System-Otherworld King: Rise to Power

The base's defensive perimeter was an open area surrounded by steel walls, with only a small passageway for entry and exit. Along the walls, rows of fiberglass drone turrets glinted coldly in the light. There were at least thirty of them.

On the front wall, five colonists armed with Orion rifles were hidden behind sandbags, only their heads visible—almost impossible to target.

The entire defense setup resembled a medieval citadel, and the difficulty of breaching it was evident.

"They're here!"

From a distance, Ronald spotted over twenty hunters in black armor, rifles in hand, rapidly advancing. Timing it perfectly, he shouted, "Fire!"

"Rat-tat-tat-tat!!"

The thirty drone turrets and the colonists' rifles opened fire almost simultaneously. A deadly barrage rained down as the first hunter broke through, sparks flying from his armor.

"Clink-clink-clink..." The sound of bullets impacting the heavy armor rang out, and the hunter was instantly knocked to the ground.

"Instant kill!"

Even with top-tier armor, no one could withstand such overwhelming firepower.

The drones needed a three-second cooldown after their first salvo, and during that brief window, two more hunters surged forward, returning fire.

"Clink-clink-clink!"

Their shots hit one of the drones, but the fiberglass turret barely budged.

"Rat-tat-tat..."

Three seconds passed, and another wave of bullets tore through the air. Two more hunters fell, one of them emitting a faint purple glow, as if something had exploded from his body.

Far off, Ronald's eyes narrowed. For a split second, he thought he saw a card flash past.

After half an hour of intense back-and-forth, the Hunter Fleet was wiped out, with only four drone turrets damaged on their side.

Ronald approached the battlefield, surveying the scattered corpses. He barked, "Capture the survivors! Strip the armor off the dead, and throw everything, including weapons, into storage!"

"Yes, Master!"

The colonists quickly began cleaning up the battlefield.

Cuihuan approached. "Master, should we treat the prisoners?"

Medicine was still scarce, and in the past, Ronald had always just given prisoners a quick bandage, leaving their survival to chance. But this time, he paused, then said, "These are money—use herbs to heal them all!"

"Yes, Master!"

A moment later, Ronald toyed with the purple card in his hand. "System, what is this? I've never seen anything like it."

"The purple card is a Tech Card," the system responded. "The host can choose one of two ways to handle it. First, using the card will grant a random technology. This technology can be used in the outside world. Second, the card can be recycled for 5,000 silver."

"A tech that can be used in the outside world? What if I get nuclear technology?" Ronald muttered.

"The higher the technological era, the lower the chance of drawing it," the system answered. "The chance of getting nuclear technology is one in ten thousand."

"Alright, fine," Ronald sighed, then decided to try his luck.

"System prompt: Do you confirm the use of the Tech Card?"

"Confirm."

"System prompt: You have acquired the technology: Soil Cultivation."

"System prompt: Please designate a colonist to receive this technology. The colonist must already exist in the outside world."

"Soil Cultivation? Well, this is a game-changer!" Ronald grinned. "Give it to Cuihua."

"System prompt: Colonist Cuihua has received the technology."

Ten days flew by. Ronald's vision blurred, then cleared, as his consciousness returned to his original body.

By the eighth day, Cuihuan had successfully recruited the two previous prisoners, injecting them with gene enhancers. Over time, their genes would strengthen, making them 40% more powerful than ordinary humans.

Additionally, eight strong hunters had been captured in the raid, all surviving. Ronald checked their attributes in surprise, noting that while they lacked other skills, all of them were at the Body Refining Realm, and one woman, named Black Dragon, was even at the second level of Body Refining!

These prisoners could be sold for 2,000 silver each, but after some hesitation, Ronald decided to recruit them. Money could always be earned, but such skilled hunters might not come by again, especially given how rare Hunter Fleet attacks were.

Aside from the prisoners, he'd also seized a large amount of weapons, armor, and vests. His initial estimate showed he'd made around 50,000 silver from the battle, while the four damaged drones were worth next to nothing.

"The Hunter Fleet has money," Ronald muttered, inspecting the spoils. "Unlike the tribes, who are dirt poor. Seems like war is the quickest way to get rich."

This time, he hadn't brought back any surplus goods. The food supply was still good for a while, and bringing back a large amount of materials would only stir unnecessary trouble.

Shaking off his thoughts, he glanced at the sleeping girl beside him, quietly slipping out of bed.

It wasn't for anything special—he just really needed to pee.