Survival in an apartment, starting with a stroke of luck on a plane

The shadow clone quickly arrived at the town center, a somewhat dilapidated square that was more spacious than expected, with worn stone slabs on the ground and a dried-up fountain in the center.

At this moment, only one person was standing in the square.

This surprised the shadow clone; he was the only one who came.

The figure stood on the base of the fountain pool with its back to the shadow clone.

He was tall and imposing, wearing well-tailored, lightweight leather armor, with an elegantly designed longsword hanging at his waist.

He seemed unconcerned about the deathly silence around him, instead exuding a leisurely and composed air.

Hearing footsteps, the man slowly turned around. He had a handsome and sunny face with a gentle smile on his lips. He looked like a young man.

The young man looked the fully armed, masked shadow clone up and down, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

"Welcome, friend." The young man's voice was very magnetic, giving one an inexplicable feeling of trust. He continued, "In such a game filled with suspicion, those who dare to leave their apartments and come here to see me are either true warriors or..."

He paused, then his smile remained unchanged: "Which category do you belong to?"

The shadow clone stopped, maintaining a safe distance from the young man. Its voice, coming through the mask, sounded somewhat deep: "Come see who's setting off fireworks, and... what they're planning."

The shadow clone did not answer the other party's question.

"Hmm, looks like you've gained confidence." The young man seemed unconcerned by the shadow clone's indifference: "My name is Sunny Youth. As you can see, I was the one who released that summoning signal. The purpose is quite simple."

He spread his hands, looking around at the desolate town: "Let's see how many people still have the courage, or the wisdom, to seek cooperation in this environment of suspicion."

The other person's name should be a title, but there is no friend panel, and the shadow clone cannot be identified (he also cannot use the friend panel).

However, "shadow clone" seems to be a title, since this person seems quite confident.

"Cooperation?" The shadow clone glanced around and said, "Clearly, your idea has failed."

"Isn't there one? This is a good start." The sunny young man looked at the shadow clone, his smile unchanged, and continued, "Fear and suspicion will make players like lambs to the slaughter."

There are only ten ghouls, but they are hidden in the shadows and are still in human form.

Daytime may seem safe, but ghoul players can also disguise themselves as humans during the day, as you can probably guess, the rules allow players to fight each other.

Instead of only allowing players from different factions to fight each other, this means that even players from the same faction can fight each other. I've encountered this kind of rule before; it's disgusting, but there's not much that can be done about it.

After all, everyone has different ideas.

Therefore, ghouls could easily hunt lone players during the day, and even... sow discord, causing us to kill each other.

His analysis is quite good, and it's very similar to the Shadow Clone Technique.

"So, what kind of cooperation are you talking about?" the shadow clone asked.

"Information sharing and...limited mutual assistance." The sunny young man looked intently at the shadow clone: ​​"I don't expect everyone to be able to get together immediately. That's unrealistic, and it's easy for ghouls to sneak in."

My proposal is to establish an informal information network.

"The internet?" The shadow clone's mind stirred.

"That's right." The sunny young man took several small, cylindrical items off his waist: "These are [message fireworks]. The range isn't large, but they're enough for this town."

Once triggered, it will transmit a pre-set message of no more than five words in the air, such as "The human ensemble I just launched."

He tossed one to the shadow clone: ​​"Take this. Those of us who dared to come out are the initial point."

During daytime exploration, if a suspicious target is discovered or an attack is encountered, it can be used to send a warning or distress signal to any potential "allies" nearby.

Of course, whether to respond is up to the individual, but this is at least better than complete isolation and waiting to be hunted down one by one.

The shadow clone took the firework tube; it felt slightly heavy in its hand.

This thing can indeed break down information barriers to some extent.

"A very useful item." The shadow clone weighed it in its hand and asked, "What's the price?"

"There are no mandatory costs." The sunny young man's smile reappeared: "I just hope that those who obtain the information can share some key information, such as the ghouls' possible weaknesses, item information, or other intelligence, within their capabilities and without endangering themselves."

After all, our ultimate goal is the same—to survive and kill all the ghouls. Personal selfishness, in the face of an absolute power disparity, will only hasten everyone's demise.

His words gave people a very noble and righteous feeling, and it was hard for Shadow Clone to imagine that such a person could exist in this kind of game.

It feels somewhat fake.

"I'll consider it." The shadow clone noncommittally put away the fireworks.

He wouldn't be easily persuaded, but he wouldn't completely reject this potential source of information either: "What are you planning to do about the square?"

"I'll continue to wait. I'll stay here for at least a short time, waiting for other players who are willing to come and meet me. Of course, if you'd like, you can help me spread the word a little after you leave." The sunny young man looked at the empty square, his gaze deep.

"Sure, consider it payment for taking your things." The shadow clone didn't refuse. Although it didn't know the background of this sunny young man, it didn't stop the shadow clone from expanding his influence.

This is also beneficial to his intelligence-gathering mission.

After saying that, the shadow clone turned around and walked towards a small alley at the edge of the square, and its figure quickly disappeared.

……

Meanwhile, Lin Yu's main body had already left his apartment and entered a dilapidated neighborhood in the southeast of the town.

His goal was clear: since the setting was similar to the Middle Ages, he needed to find places like libraries, churches, alchemy workshops, or town halls.

There should be some information in these places.

As he silently passed through an alley, a muffled argument and the sound of objects being smashed came from around the corner ahead.

"Let go! I saw this thing first!" a shrill voice cried out in exasperation.

"Bullshit! I saw it first! Hand over that thing!" another rough voice roared arrogantly.

"Don't even think about it!"

Upon hearing the sound, Lin Yu paused, pressed himself against the shadow of the stone wall, and held his breath as he quietly peered toward the area from which the argument was coming.

Two players were seen fighting over an arrow in a narrower alley.

The skinny player clung tightly to the arrow, while the burly man grabbed his collar, his fist already raised.

"Fuck you! You're so shameless!" The burly man completely lost his patience, his eyes flashing with ferocity. With his other hand, he suddenly pulled out a golden mace covered with vicious spikes from behind his back and smashed it down on the skinny player's head without warning.

"Are you crazy?! The rules..." The skinny player was horrified, seemingly completely unprepared for the other party to dare to make a move in broad daylight.