Survival in the Apocalypse: Max Level Drop Rate with Abundant Resources

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Kyoto, western suburbs, Gu Family Manor.

This luxurious estate, covering dozens of acres, is the foundation of the Gu family's business in Kyoto, which has lasted for over a century. With its high walls, deep courtyards, pavilions, and towers, it was a place that ordinary people could never enter in their lifetime before the apocalypse.

After the apocalypse, the Gu family transformed this place into an impregnable fortress, raising the walls to five meters high, erecting high-voltage electric fences on top of the walls, and setting up a watchtower every twenty meters, with searchlights on top of the towers rotating day and night.

But at this moment, in the study deep inside the manor, the atmosphere was like a volcano about to erupt.

"Primordial!!! You little bastard!!!"

Gu Tianxin's roar almost lifted the roof off.

He stood before his desk, his face flushed a deep purple, veins bulging on his forehead, looking like a raging wild beast. Just moments before, that grand regional announcement had appeared before him, each word like a slap across Gu Tianxin's face.

These words were spoken in front of all the players in Kyoto.

Tens of millions of players heard it.

Gu Tianxin had lived for over seventy years, climbing step by step from a collateral branch of the Gu family to the position of patriarch. What storms hadn't he weathered? What conspiracies hadn't he played? He believed his temperament was already perfectly cultivated, so much so that he wouldn't even flinch if the sky were to fall. But at this moment, he realized he was wrong.

It wasn't that he lacked manners; it was that little bastard Tai Chu's insults were too vile.

"An announcement...using an announcement from a post-apocalyptic survival game to insult people..." Gu Tianxin's voice trembled, whether from anger or frustration, it was hard to tell. "How could he use an announcement to insult people?! What right does he have to use an announcement to insult people?!"

He wanted to yell back.

But he couldn't do it.

He could only watch as Taichu trampled his face into the ground and rubbed it in front of all the players in Kyoto.

"asshole!!!"

Gu Tianxin grabbed the teapot from the desk and smashed it hard on the ground.

The fine purple clay teapot shattered into countless pieces, and tea splashed everywhere.

I'm still not satisfied.

He grabbed the pen holder and smashed it. He grabbed the inkstone and smashed it. He grabbed the ancient books from the bookshelf and smashed them one by one. He ripped down the calligraphy and paintings by famous artists hanging on the wall and tore them into pieces. He kicked over the priceless blue-and-white porcelain vase in the corner, and it shattered on the floor with a crash.

He smashed everything he could in the study.

Outside the door, several of Gu's trusted confidants huddled in the corridor, listening to the commotion inside. Their faces were pale, and they dared not even breathe. They had served Gu Tianxin for so many years and had never seen the old master so angry.

Finally, the noise in the study stopped.

Gu Tianxin leaned against the desk, panting heavily. The floor was littered with debris, leaving no room to even step. His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were askew; he looked nothing like the head of one of the four great families of Kyoto.

"The beginning..." he spat out the word through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with venom, "You wait...you just wait..."

Just then, there was a knock on the study door.

"Master, there is an emergency to report."

Gu Tianxin took a deep breath, suppressing her anger: "Come in."

The door opened, and a middle-aged man in his fifties cautiously walked in. He was Gu An, the head butler of the Gu family, who had served Gu Tianxin for most of his life and was one of Gu Tianxin's most trusted people. At this moment, Gu An's expression was equally unpleasant.

"Grandpa, something terrible has happened."

Gu Tianxin frowned: "Speak."

Gu An swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "After the Tai Chu announcement was sent out, we received news from Base 3 in the east of the city that more than half of the casual players who used to work for us have left. They said..."

"What did you say?"

"I said I didn't want to work for a madman who would drag the whole city down with him."

Gu Tianxin's face instantly turned ashen.

Gu An continued, "News has also come from Base Two in the north of the city. The situation there is even worse; two-thirds of the people have left. The rest haven't left, but they're all observing and are clearly distracted."

"Anything else?" Gu Tianxin's voice was hoarse.

"And..." Gu An hesitated for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said, "Three of the independent organizations we've been secretly supporting have publicly stated that they want to sever ties with the Gu family. One of them, called the 'Iron Blood Alliance,' had its leader say directly in the regional channel..."

He didn't dare to continue.

"What did you say?!" Gu Tianxin said sternly.

"They say...the Gu family is a cancer in Kyoto, and everyone should kill them."

The study was deathly silent.

Gu Tianxin stood there, the color draining from her face little by little.

He finally realized it.

The proclamation from the beginning wasn't just insulting him; it was attacking his very soul.

Salaries are drawn from the bottom of the pot.

Why has the Gu family been able to stand strong in Kyoto for over a century? It's not because of the number of powerful figures or the amount of wealth they possess, but because of the Gu family name itself. This name represents credibility, strength, and the benefits of cooperating with the Gu family. Those who attach themselves to the Gu family are not loyal to them, but rather driven by the prospect of profit.

Now, Taichu has ruined that reputation.

Who would dare to cooperate with the Gu family in the future?

Who would dare to rely on the Gu family?

Those who left were not afraid of the zombie horde, but rather did not want to be dragged into an abyss of no return by the Gu family.

In reality, the situation was far more serious than Gu An had reported. However, the worse news was still on its way and hadn't yet reached them. The foundation the Gu family had built in Kyoto over a century was crumbling at a visible pace.

Gu Tianxin swayed.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but it felt like a stone was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word. It felt as if an invisible hand was gripping his chest tightly.

"Grandpa! Grandpa!"

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Gu An's voice rang in my ears, but it grew farther and farther away, becoming increasingly indistinct.

Gu Tianxin's vision began to darken, and the world spun around him. He reached out to grab the desk, but as soon as he did, he collapsed limply to the ground.

"Grandpa!!!"

The study instantly descended into chaos.

The eastern defensive line on the outskirts of Kyoto.

The time is 11:30 AM. Only thirty minutes remain before the zombie horde officially descends.

Under a hazy sky, the defensive fortifications surrounding Kyoto were rising at a visible pace. Sandbag bunkers were being built layer upon layer, reinforced concrete chevaux-de-frise were densely packed in front of the defensive line, and deep trenches were being dug into the ground, with sharpened steel bars and wooden stakes inserted into the bottom of the trenches.

The same scene appeared in all four directions.

Every means at hand was used.

Behind the eastern defensive line, on a makeshift watchtower.

Wu Anjun stood by the railing, his hands gripping the cold iron bars, his gaze sweeping across the bustling construction site below. His combat uniform was still stained with black blood that hadn't been washed off, and bloodstains were faintly seeping from the bandage on his left arm, but his back remained ramrod straight, like a javelin that would never bend.

Behind him, several high-ranking military officers were giving a report.

"The eastern defense line has approximately 15,000 combat personnel available. This includes 5,000 military personnel, 3,000 from the Jin family, 3,000 from the Na family, 3,000 from the He family, and 1,000 casual players. The logistics personnel number approximately 30,000."

"The western defense line has approximately 16,000 combat personnel available. 6,000 are from the military, 2,000 from the Jin family, 4,000 from the Na family, 2,000 from the He family, and 2,000 from the civilian population. The logistics support force is approximately 35,000."

"The southern defense line has approximately 14,000 combat personnel available. The military has 5,000, the Jin family has 3,000, the Na family has 2,000, the He family has 3,000, and there are 1,000 civilians. The logistics support force is about 30,000."

"The northern defense line has approximately 15,000 combat personnel available. The military has 4,000, the Jin family has 2,000, the Na family has 1,000, the He family has 5,000, and the civilians have 3,000. The logistics support force is about 30,000."

After hearing the report, Lord Wu'an remained silent for a long time.

Available combat force: 60,000.

The military contributed 20,000, the three major families each contributed 10,000, and casual players temporarily gathered 10,000. In addition, there were more than 100,000 logistics personnel with low strength and no combat ability.

That sounds like a lot.

But that's far from enough.

After the apocalypse, at least tens of millions of players survived. Among them, at least hundreds of thousands are above level 10 and possess combat capabilities. If all of these players could be organized, they might not be without a fighting chance against an SSS-level zombie horde.

But time was too short.

Three hours is simply not enough to gather all the players scattered throughout Kyoto. Just sending people to find them would take most of the day. Moreover, the military and the four major families had previously dispatched a large number of players and troops—at least 100,000—to scout the area near the city walls, and they simply couldn't return in time. Some players had also entered dungeons and wouldn't be able to leave anytime soon.

If those people were still here, this battle wouldn't have been so difficult.

But there is no if in reality.

Lord Wu'an took a deep breath and began to make arrangements.

"The eastern defense line will be commanded by General Zhao. The western line by General Li. The southern line by General Wang. The northern line by General Sun. The troop deployment on each line will proceed according to the previously established plan. Casual players will be assigned to the reserve force and will be deployed wherever the pressure is greatest."

"All logistics personnel are to withdraw to the second line of defense. No one is allowed to go to the front line without orders."

"All players who are able to fight, check your equipment, replenish your supplies, and get everything ready."

"besides……"

He paused, his gaze sweeping over every general present.

"Be wary of the three major families."

The generals were all taken aback.

Lord Wu'an's voice was low and deep: "The Jin and He families have a blood feud with Taichu. The reason they sent people this time may not be because they are truly committed to defending the city. It is very likely that they were forced to send people under pressure. Once the battle begins, no one knows what they will do."

"Therefore, disperse the members of the three major families and integrate them into our military forces. Assign at least two of our men to watch over each member of the three major families. If anything unusual is detected, take them down immediately."

The generals responded in unison, "Yes!"

Just then, a young officer hesitated for a moment before asking, "Lord Wu'an, what are the arrangements for Tai Chu and Ming Ying?"

Tai Chu, ranked first on the China region's leaderboard and champion of the Kyoto Championship, is the ruthless individual who just publicly berated Gu Tianxin until she vomited blood. Ming Ying, ranked second on the China region's leaderboard, is a Shura class assassin who pierced Helian Tieshu's throat with a single spear thrust.

These two men are as powerful as an army.

If we can get them involved in defense, the pressure on a certain section of the defensive line will be much less.

Lord Wu'an remained silent.

After a long silence, he slowly spoke: "No need to make arrangements for Taichu."

The young officer was stunned: "But..."

"No buts," Lord Wu'an interrupted him.

He turned his head and looked in the direction of Kyoto City, where the city was faintly visible under the hazy light of the sky.

"He is the beginning."

The voice of Lord Wu'an carried a complexity that even he himself was unaware of.

"The top fighter in the Huaxia region is neither my subordinate nor a soldier. His willingness to help is a favor. His unwillingness is his right. I have no right to command him, and neither do any of you."

Lord Wu'an withdrew his gaze and looked again at the pale blue city wall in front of the defensive line.

"Moreover, with his abilities, he knows what he should do."

No one spoke again on the watchtower.

Under the hazy sky, time ticked by, second by second.

There are only thirty minutes left before the zombie horde officially arrives.

Lord Wu'an gripped the sword at his waist tightly.

come on.

Let me see just how terrifying an SSS-level zombie horde really is.