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

Golden-red flames flowed across the sky, shining like the sun against the backdrop of black mist.

Shen Xi raised her head and looked at the huge figure floating directly above her, her pupils trembling.

With a long neck and streamlined body, three long, golden-red feathers extending from its tail feathers floated slowly in the sky, each movement stirring up a shower of sparks. Its wings spread wide, blotting out the sun, and flames flowing from its wingtips cascaded down like waterfalls, enveloping the entire southern battlefield in a golden-red glow.

Suzaku.

One of the four mythical beasts of China, the God of the South, a supreme being who controls fire.

Shen Xi never expected that the guardian beast projection summoned by the Kyoto Shining Badge would actually be it.

But what shocked him even more was something else.

The ability to see through everything has failed.

The golden light flickered in his eyes, attempting to decipher the figure suspended in the sky. But all that returned was a blurry, chaotic image.

[Suzaku (projection)]

【grade:???】

[Rank: Legendary]

[Skill 1: Blazing Fire - ???]

[Skill 2: Flame of Nirvana - ? ? ?]

[Skill 3: Southern Bright Fire - ? ? ?]

[Skill 4: Fire Feather Meteor - ? ? ?]

[Skill 5: ? ? ? —— ? ? ? ]

[Skill 6: ? ? ? —— ? ? ? ]

[Skill 7: ? ? ? —— ? ? ? ]

【illustrate:???】

Legendary.

Shen Xi couldn't help but gasp. He wasn't unfamiliar with legendary beings, but those were all talents and tools; this one before him was a projection.

Can a single projection reach legendary status?

What the hell is this monster?

Moreover, for the first time, the "Insight into All Phenomena" skill was filled with a large number of "???". The skill bar was densely packed with at least seven skills, but none of them could be analyzed to determine their specific effects. The description bar was completely blank, as if the very existence of this projection exceeded the analytical limits of a post-apocalyptic survival game.

Shen Xi frowned.

He always felt that something was wrong.

The Kyoto Glorious Badge is an epic-level equipment, and the guardian beast projection it summons should theoretically have combat power commensurate with the equipment's level. Diamond-level summons gold-level, epic-level summons platinum-level—this is a consistent rule in post-apocalyptic survival games. But this Vermilion Bird projection before us is clearly labeled "Legendary."

This is illogical.

unless……

An absurd thought flashed through Shen Xi's mind.

Unless this projection itself wasn't the work of a post-apocalyptic survival game, but rather some ancient, more primordial force that used the Kyoto World-Rising Emblem as a vessel to descend upon this world.

He raised his head and looked again at the Vermilion Bird projection in the sky.

Then, his body froze.

The Vermilion Bird is watching him.

Moreover, it was a scrutinizing gaze. Those golden-red eyes, like two burning stars, floated in the sky, looking down at him.

A chill ran down Shen Xi's spine.

On this battlefield, shrouded in fire and rain, where the temperature was so high that the air itself seemed to distort, a chill ran down his spine.

Is this a projection?

How come it looks like it's alive?

Suzaku seemed to sense his reaction, and a hint of... a smile flashed in his golden-red eyes?

Then, it looked away.

On the southern defense line, General Wang's pupils reflected the fiery rain filling the sky, and his face, blackened by gunpowder smoke, was filled with disbelief.

"Vermilion...Vermilion Bird..."

His voice trembled. The Vermilion Bird, one of the Four Divine Beasts, actually existed?

"General!" a soldier behind him shouted at the top of his lungs, "What is that?! A firebird?!"

"Bullshit!" An old soldier next to him slapped him on the back of the head. "That's the Vermilion Bird! The Vermilion Bird of the Four Divine Beasts! Did you forget everything you learned in your history class?!"

"Suzaku?! That Suzaku?!"

"What else?! Have you ever seen a bird this big?!"

But General Wang couldn't care less about any of that now. He suddenly snapped back to reality, looking at the rain of fire falling from the sky and the rotting corpses turning to ashes in the fire rain, and his expression changed drastically.

"Stop standing there! Get out of here! This place is about to turn into a fiery inferno!"

His shout jolted the soldiers behind him, who were still in shock, awake. Everyone stared at the overwhelming rain of fire, at the rotting corpses that hadn't even had time to scream before turning to ashes, and their faces turned deathly pale.

withdraw!

Get out!

That fiery rain doesn't discriminate. Although it seems to be only falling on areas with dense clusters of rotting corpses, who can guarantee it won't drift down on their heads the next second? At that temperature, it could burn even the bones of rotting corpses to ashes, let alone people.

General Wang led his men in a desperate retreat. More than ten thousand people, like the receding tide, ran frantically from the plains toward the city gate.

Shen Xi stood atop Corpse Mountain, watching General Wang and his men retreat.

Then, he looked away and looked around.

Corpse horde

She is frantically moving away from him.

Someone is directing them.

Shen Xi's gaze pierced through the layers of corpses, looking towards the city's fortifications. Deep within the black mist, a blurry yet enormous silhouette was now violently fluctuating. An invisible force emanated from that direction.

Monarch-level rotting corpse.

He was actually afraid.

He had waited so long for this moment. If he had summoned the Vermilion Bird projection from the beginning, the corpses scattered across the plain would have had a limited coverage area, no matter how dense the fire rain. But now, more than ten thousand corpses, drawn by his frenzied slaughter, were all crammed into this area, densely packed, layer upon layer, so tightly packed that there was no room to move.

This is when the fire rain will reap the greatest benefits.

Want to run?

late.

Shen Xi raised her head and looked at the Vermilion Bird projection in the sky.

He didn't speak, but a thought flickered in his mind.

The enormous figure suspended in the sky moved.

The Vermilion Bird folded its wings.

Its wingspan, which blotted out the sky, retracted from both sides, the golden-red flames at its wingtips drawing two blazing arcs in the air. Its body tilted slightly, its long neck lowered, and its golden-red eyes surveyed the entire southern battlefield.

Then, it opened its mouth.

It wasn't a chirping sound, it was a breath.

A pillar of golden-red fire erupted from its mouth, shooting straight into the sky. The fire pierced the clouds, igniting those shrouded in black mist from within. At that moment, the entire sky was ablaze.

The clouds turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The sea of ​​fire surged, roared, and spread across the sky, extending in all directions from the southern region. Golden-red light replaced the sunlight, illuminating the entire land as bright as day.

Then, the fire rain truly descended.

This wasn't the sporadic, small-scale dripping of flames we'd seen before; it was a true downpour. Countless golden-red flames poured down from the burning clouds, as dense as a reversed waterfall. Each flame was as thick as an arm, trailing a long tail of flame, carrying a destructive heat as it crashed to the ground.

The first pillar of fire struck the densest part of the horde of corpses.

The moment the flames touched the rotting corpse, its body evaporated completely in less than half a second, like ice being thrown into a furnace. Not even ash was left; it simply vaporized.

Then came the second, the third, the tenth, the hundredth, the thousandth...

The fiery rain poured down like a waterfall.

The entire southern battlefield had become a living hell.

The rotting corpses frantically fled through the rain of fire, but they were so densely packed that there was nowhere to escape. Those in front were struck by pillars of fire, while those behind continued running, stepping on the vaporized remains of those in front, only to be struck by new pillars of fire.

The black mist dissipated in the flames.

The smell of blood evaporates in the high temperature.

The putrid smell was replaced by the smell of burning.

Those special forms of rotting corpses were no different from ordinary rotting corpses in the face of the fire rain. The heavy armor of the armored warriors was as fragile as paper in the flames, the bone blades of the Bone Blade Butchers were burned to ashes, and the Darkwing Predators, just as they spread their wings to escape, were struck by a pillar of fire, turning into a fireball in mid-air before disappearing completely.

A colossal beast leader desperately pushed aside the surrounding ordinary corpses, trying to escape the area covered by the rain of fire. Its physique far surpassed that of ordinary corpses; it withstood the impact of two pillars of fire, its body engulfed in golden-red flames, and madly raced towards the edge of the plain. But it had only run less than a hundred meters when the third, fourth, and fifth pillars of fire struck it simultaneously. The colossal beast leader's massive body froze in place, its bluish-gray skin cracking, charring, turning grayish-white, and then vaporizing—the entire process taking less than two seconds. And then, nothing remained.

The monarch-level corpse's mental fluctuations grew increasingly intense and rapid. It frantically tried to drive the other corpses away, but the area covered by the fire rain was too vast, stretching a full kilometer from the center of the plain to its edge, all enveloped in flames. Even if the corpses ran at their absolute best, it would take them at least ten seconds to escape the fire rain's reach. And those ten seconds were enough for the fire rain to vaporize them ten times over.

Shen Xi stood atop the Corpse Mountain, and within a three-meter radius around him, not a single pillar of fire fell.

The golden-red flames precisely avoided his location. Occasionally, one or two streaks of fire would deviate from their trajectory and fly towards him, only to suddenly veer off course in mid-air and land elsewhere.

He looked at the fiery inferno before him, at the vast expanse of evaporating corpses.

That's fucking amazing.

A legendary projection, terrifying beyond belief.

If the real person were to come, how extraordinary would that be?

At this moment, system notifications were flooding Shen Xi's mind.

[The Vermilion Bird projection killed a level 8 common corpse, and the host gained 10% rewards: Experience +8, Gold +5, Merit +2!]

[The Vermilion Bird projection has killed a level 11 elite corpse. The host receives a 10% bonus: Experience +12, Gold +8, Merit +3!]

[The Vermilion Bird projection has killed a level 16 boss, the Corpse. The host receives a 10% bonus: Experience +25, Gold +18, Merit +6!]

[The Vermilion Bird projection has killed a level 19 elite corpse. The host receives a 10% bonus: Experience +18, Gold +12, Merit +4!]

[The Vermilion Bird projection kills...]

He only gets 10% of the reward from the corpses killed by the Vermilion Bird projection. But 10% is still an astronomical figure.

Although the returns are very small.

But this wave of profits was huge.

The fire rain lasted for a full minute.

Monarch-level rotting corpse.

He was actually afraid.

He had waited so long for this moment. If he had summoned the Vermilion Bird projection from the beginning, the corpses scattered across the plain would have had a limited coverage area, no matter how dense the fire rain. But now, more than ten thousand corpses, drawn by his frenzied slaughter, were all crammed into this area, densely packed, layer upon layer, so tightly packed that there was no room to move.

This is when the fire rain will reap the greatest benefits.

Want to run?

late.

Shen Xi raised her head and looked at the Vermilion Bird projection in the sky.

He didn't speak, but a thought flickered in his mind.

The enormous figure suspended in the sky moved.

The Vermilion Bird folded its wings.

Its wingspan, which blotted out the sky, retracted from both sides, the golden-red flames at its wingtips drawing two blazing arcs in the air. Its body tilted slightly, its long neck lowered, and its golden-red eyes surveyed the entire southern battlefield.

Then, it opened its mouth.

It wasn't a chirping sound, it was a breath.

A pillar of golden-red fire erupted from its mouth, shooting straight into the sky. The fire pierced the clouds, igniting those shrouded in black mist from within. At that moment, the entire sky was ablaze.

The clouds turned into a sea of ​​fire.

The sea of ​​fire surged, roared, and spread across the sky, extending in all directions from the southern region. Golden-red light replaced the sunlight, illuminating the entire land as bright as day.

Then, the fire rain truly descended.

This wasn't the sporadic, small-scale dripping of flames we'd seen before; it was a true downpour. Countless golden-red flames poured down from the burning clouds, as dense as a reversed waterfall. Each flame was as thick as an arm, trailing a long tail of flame, carrying a destructive heat as it crashed to the ground.

The first pillar of fire struck the densest part of the horde of corpses.

The moment the flames touched the rotting corpse, its body evaporated completely in less than half a second, like ice being thrown into a furnace. Not even ash was left; it simply vaporized.

Then came the second, the third, the tenth, the hundredth, the thousandth...

The fiery rain poured down like a waterfall.

The entire southern battlefield had become a living hell.

The rotting corpses frantically fled through the rain of fire, but they were so densely packed that there was nowhere to escape. Those in front were struck by pillars of fire, while those behind continued running, stepping on the vaporized remains of those in front, only to be struck by new pillars of fire.

The black mist dissipated in the flames.

The smell of blood evaporates in the high temperature.

The putrid smell was replaced by the smell of burning.

Those special forms of rotting corpses were no different from ordinary rotting corpses in the face of the fire rain. The heavy armor of the armored warriors was as fragile as paper in the flames, the bone blades of the Bone Blade Butchers were burned to ashes, and the Darkwing Predators, just as they spread their wings to escape, were struck by a pillar of fire, turning into a fireball in mid-air before disappearing completely.

A colossal beast leader desperately pushed aside the surrounding ordinary corpses, trying to escape the area covered by the rain of fire. Its physique far surpassed that of ordinary corpses; it withstood the impact of two pillars of fire, its body engulfed in golden-red flames, and madly raced towards the edge of the plain. But it had only run less than a hundred meters when the third, fourth, and fifth pillars of fire struck it simultaneously. The colossal beast leader's massive body froze in place, its bluish-gray skin cracking, charring, turning grayish-white, and then vaporizing—the entire process taking less than two seconds. And then, nothing remained.

The monarch-level corpse's mental fluctuations grew increasingly intense and rapid. It frantically tried to drive the other corpses away, but the area covered by the fire rain was too vast, stretching a full kilometer from the center of the plain to its edge, all enveloped in flames. Even if the corpses ran at their absolute best, it would take them at least ten seconds to escape the fire rain's reach. And those ten seconds were enough for the fire rain to vaporize them ten times over.

Shen Xi stood atop the Corpse Mountain, and within a three-meter radius around him, not a single pillar of fire fell.

The golden-red flames precisely avoided his location. Occasionally, one or two streaks of fire would deviate from their trajectory and fly towards him, only to suddenly veer off course in mid-air and land elsewhere.

He looked at the fiery inferno before him, at the vast expanse of evaporating corpses.

That's fucking amazing.

A legendary projection, terrifying beyond belief.

If the real person were to come, how extraordinary would that be?

At this moment, system notifications were flooding Shen Xi's mind.

[The Vermilion Bird projection killed a level 8 common corpse, and the host gained 10% rewards: Experience +8, Gold +5, Merit +2!]

[The Vermilion Bird projection has killed a level 11 elite corpse. The host receives a 10% bonus: Experience +12, Gold +8, Merit +3!]

[The Vermilion Bird projection has killed a level 16 boss, the Corpse. The host receives a 10% bonus: Experience +25, Gold +18, Merit +6!]

[The Vermilion Bird projection has killed a level 19 elite corpse. The host receives a 10% bonus: Experience +18, Gold +12, Merit +4!]

[The Vermilion Bird projection kills...]

He only gets 10% of the reward from the corpses killed by the Vermilion Bird projection. But 10% is still an astronomical figure.

Although the returns are very small.

But this wave of profits was huge.

The fire rain lasted for a full minute.