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

The countdown is still ticking.

On the outskirts of Kyoto, along the four defensive lines, 60,000 players held their breath in anticipation.

No one speaks.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the pale blue city wall in the distance, on the runes that were rapidly circulating on it. Under the hazy sky, the air seemed to freeze.

Lord Wu'an stood on the watchtower of the eastern defense line, his hands gripping the iron railing.

00:00:30.

Outside the city walls, a large amount of black mist suddenly surged forth. The mist was as thick as ink, gushing out from the base of the walls like a flood bursting its banks, spreading wildly across the ground.

But it did not cross the city walls.

The black mist clung to the outer edge of the barrier, surging upwards, growing higher and thicker. From the ground to the sky, from the east to the west, from the south to the north, the entire city of Kyoto was enveloped in the black mist. The mist formed an endless, high wall, completely isolating Kyoto from the outside world.

Noon, which should be the time of day when the sun is at its brightest, is now shrouded in darkness in Kyoto.

It was so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

"ignition!"

Wu Anjun's voice boomed across the eastern defensive line.

In an instant, countless flames ignited along the defensive line. Torches, searchlights, emergency lights, Molotov cocktails, and lighting equipment—everything that could emit light was set ablaze. The flames danced in the darkness, illuminating the area inside and outside the defensive line as bright as day. Tens of thousands of flames lit up simultaneously along the four sides of the defensive line, resembling a cluster of lighthouses on a deserted island in a dark ocean when viewed from above.

Lord Wu'an stood in the center of the firelight, his gaze piercing through the darkness, fixed on the direction of the city walls.

He didn't know what was inside the black mist. He didn't know the size of the zombie horde. He didn't know which direction the rotting corpses would attack from. He could only wait.

00:00:10.

Suddenly, specks of light appeared within the black mist. These eerie blue specks, appearing and disappearing in the depths of the mist, resembled countless dark eyes slowly opening. The specks multiplied, growing denser and denser, from the initial three or five to dozens, hundreds, thousands, until finally they were countless, covering the entire black mist.

That's a portal.

Lord Wu'an's pupils suddenly contracted. He finally understood why all the scouts he had sent out had returned empty-handed, and why all the reconnaissance methods had failed. The corpses hadn't gathered from any particular direction; they had been directly transported outside the city walls by a portal. The zombie horde mechanic in post-apocalyptic survival games didn't give players any opportunity to scout ahead.

"roar!!!"

A roar exploded from the depths of the black mist.

That wasn't the roar of a single rotting corpse, but the simultaneous howls of millions of rotting corpses, converging into a deafening sound wave that pierced through the city walls and exploded in the sky above Kyoto! The eardrums of all the players were buzzing. Some instinctively took a step back, some gripped their weapons tightly, and some turned pale.

Then, from the portal in the black mist, rotting corpses began to pour out.

One, two, five, ten. From each portal, corpses poured out like a flood. They wore tattered clothes, their grayish-blue skin covered in lividity, their cloudy eyes gleaming eerily in the darkness. There were ordinary corpses, massive elites, quadrupedal mutants, and unique forms with bone spurs on their backs. They surged out of the portals, landing on the ruins surrounding Kyoto, converging towards the city's fortifications.

The number is increasing, densely packed, layer upon layer.

Strangely, despite their enormous numbers, there was no crowding or trampling. The corpses, like well-trained armies, poured out of the various portals and automatically formed loose formations, standing quietly outside the city walls, waiting for something.

Deep within the black fog, it seemed as if something was directing them.

Lord Wu'an gripped his sword tightly, hoping that no more powerful corpses would appear.

Outside the city walls, the number of rotting corpses continued to rise. One thousand, two thousand, five thousand, ten thousand. They clung tightly to the pale blue walls, piled up layer upon layer. The corpses at the front began to scratch at the walls with their claws, making a piercing "crunching" sound. The corpses behind, unable to squeeze up, paced restlessly in place, emitting low growls from their throats.

But their commotion was quickly suppressed. From the depths of the black mist, a low, rumbling roar resounded. The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an indescribable majesty. Instantly, all the corpses fell silent. They stopped scratching at the barrier, stopped pacing restlessly, and simply stood quietly in place, staring into the barrier with their murky eyes.

00:00:00.

[A horde of zombies is coming!]

The announcement of the post-apocalyptic survival game resonated in the minds of all players.

The pale blue runes on the city walls ceased their circulation at that moment. Then, the entire wall began to change color. From pale blue to dark blue, from dark blue to dark red, from dark red to scarlet. Scarlet light exploded from the wall, like blood, staining the entire Kyoto sky dark red.

The barrier has disappeared.

The zombie horde is coming.

It didn't shatter or collapse, but rather vanished silently, like ice melting in water. The barrier that had isolated Kyoto from the outside world for over a month completely disappeared the moment the zombie horde descended.

Without the barrier to stop it, the black fog began to spread into the city. Although it didn't move quickly, the thick, inky darkness was still suffocating.

Without the barrier to stop them, the rotting corpses began to move.

The leading horde of rotting corpses took the first steps, followed by the second, third, and fourth rows. Ten thousand, twenty thousand, thirty thousand. A dark, surging tide of corpses, like a black tsunami, poured into Kyoto from four directions simultaneously!

The surface trembled, the air hissed, and the roars of the rotting corpses merged into a destructive sound wave!

Lord Wu'an stood on the watchtower, watching the overwhelming black tide surge in.

The darkness was reflected in his pupils, but instead of retreating, he took a step forward.

"First line of defense, prepare to engage the enemy!"

The command was transmitted simultaneously in four directions.

At the forefront of the eastern defensive line, the first line of defense, was an obstacle zone composed of trenches, chevaux-de-frise, sandbag fortifications, and barbed wire. No main force was stationed here, only a small number of vanguard players responsible for observation and triggering traps. Their task was not to hold off the horde of zombies, but to delay their advance and deplete their numbers by any means necessary, buying time for the main defensive line.

The distance between the two sides closed rapidly. Three hundred meters, two hundred meters, one hundred meters.

The moment the front-line corpses stepped into the 100-meter range, the traps of the first line of defense were triggered.

The landmines buried underground detonated first! Orange flames burst in the darkness, and the shockwave sent swarms of rotting corpses flying. Those blown-away corpses crashed into the horde behind them, knocking down another group. But this was just the beginning.

One after another, the Molotov cocktails buried underground shattered, and flames spread along the pre-laid oil trenches, forming a wall of fire hundreds of meters long in front of the defensive line. The rotting corpses rushed into the wall of fire, their clothes instantly ignited, and they let out mournful howls, but the corpses behind them pushed them forward. Those in front fell, and those behind trampled on them, and the flames burned brighter and brighter in the horde of corpses.

But this is not enough.

The bottom of the trench was riddled with sharpened steel bars and wooden stakes. The first wave of rotting corpses that had charged through the wall of fire lost their footing and tumbled into the trench in droves, their bodies pierced by the sharp steel bars. The corpses behind them stepped on the corpses in front of them to continue forward, only to be pushed down by those even further behind. The trench was soon filled with the corpses of rotting corpses, and black blood flowed into streams at the bottom.

The rotting corpses that crossed the trench were met with a dense array of barricades. These reinforced concrete stakes were driven into the ground at a 45-degree angle, their tips sharpened like spears. Corpses that crashed into them were pierced through, hanging from the stakes, struggling and howling. The corpses that tried to bypass the barricades were then entangled in barbed wire, their speed greatly reduced.

But the number of zombies was too great.

A thousand fell, then two thousand surged forward. Two thousand fell, then five thousand surged forward. One after another, endlessly. The walls of fire were extinguished by the corpses of the rotting zombies, the trenches were filled with the corpses of the rotting zombies, and the barricades were broken by the corpses of the rotting zombies. The barriers of the first line of defense were being crushed by the zombie horde at a visible speed.

"Remote group, release!"

Lord Wu'an issued another order.

Behind the first line of defense, the ranged players who had been waiting in ambush attacked simultaneously.

The mages raised their staffs, unleashing a barrage of colorful spells—fireballs, ice spikes, lightning, and wind blades—that rained down on the horde of corpses. Fireballs exploded within the horde, blasting away stragglers; ice spikes pierced the bodies of the rotting corpses, pinning them to the ground; lightning bolts leaped through the horde, each leap claiming the lives of a dozen or so; and wind blades swept across, severing the necks of countless corpses.

The archers drew their bows, and arrows flew like locusts towards the horde of corpses. There were ordinary iron arrows, enchanted fire arrows, highly penetrating armor-piercing arrows, and explosive arrows that would detonate upon impact. The rain of arrows fell upon the horde of corpses, and swathes of rotting bodies fell.

The onslaught of the zombie horde was abruptly halted at the first line of defense.

Black blood rained down, and bits of flesh flew everywhere. The corpses of the rotting zombies piled up into small mountains, and the zombies behind them continued forward, stepping over the bodies of their companions, only to be mowed down in droves by ranged attacks.

The battle line reached a stalemate at the first line of defense.

But Lord Wu'an's face showed no sign of relaxation.

Because he knew that these were just cannon fodder at the forefront of the zombie horde.

The real battle is yet to come.

The horde of corpses never stopped.

One wave died, but ten more followed; they broke through the wall of fire, only to find even more walls of fire behind them. The black torrent clashed violently with the players' defenses on this land.

Looking around, although many corpses had been killed, they were still a dark mass. At the end of the barrier, corpses continued to pour in, with no end in sight.

Seeing this scene, Lord Wu'an felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.

SSS-level zombie horde, lasting 72 hours.

The real battle has only just begun.

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