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

The air in the East District was so thick it made people nauseous.

Before Shen Xi even approached the battlefield, the stench of burning, blood, and decay assaulted his senses. He had witnessed the raging infernos of the South District and the horrific sight of tens of thousands of rotting corpses instantly vaporizing, but the smell was completely different from that of the East District.

The southern area smells burnt, a pungent odor from flames burning everything.

The eastern district, however, is rotting.

That stench, penetrating to the bone, like something gushing from the depths of hell, mixed with the sweet, metallic scent of blood and the pungent smell of gunpowder, created an indescribable stench in the air. Shen Xi frowned. The automatic cleaning function of the Kyoto Rhythm uniform was running frantically, filtering out harmful substances from the air, but the smell was just too strong; even the uniform couldn't block it.

He quickened his pace, his Storm Boots pounding the cracked asphalt. The Gale effect increased his movement speed by 25%, making him appear like a streak of silver-gray light as he weaved through the streets of the East District.

The closer you get to the battlefield, the more shocking the surrounding scenery becomes.

Most of the buildings on both sides of the street had collapsed, with piles of reinforced concrete ruins forming small mountains, some still burning and billowing thick smoke. The ground was riddled with craters and cracks, and streams of black blood meandered through the craters, their sticky texture sending chills down one's spine.

Abandoned vehicles lay haphazardly in the middle of the road, their windows shattered, their doors covered in claw marks and black bloody handprints, and broken equipment and empty medicine bottles scattered on the seats.

Even more shocking were the corpses.

Human corpses.

They lay sprawled on the ground, dressed in military black combat uniforms or various pieces of equipment worn by casual players. Some had their bellies ripped open, their internal organs scattered everywhere; some had their throats bitten off, their heads drooping at an eerie angle; some were charred black, their former appearance unrecognizable.

Blood flowed from beneath them, pooling into dark red patches on the road.

Shen Xi slowed her pace.

He had witnessed far too much death. In the apocalypse of his previous life, he had seen scenes ten times more horrific than this. But now, looking at these corpses lying in disarray, an uncontrollable rage surged within him.

Family-oriented.

If it weren't for that old bastard Gu Tianxin, these people wouldn't have died.

Shen Xi took a deep breath, suppressed her anger, and continued forward.

At the end of the street ahead, the outline of the eastern district's defense line finally came into view.

Then he saw the mountain of corpses, a mountain made up of real corpses.

The rotting corpses piled up into small mountains, stretching from the front of the defensive line into the depths of the street, layer upon layer, densely packed. Black blood flowed from beneath the mountains of corpses, pooling into black puddles in the low-lying areas. The air was thick with a suffocating stench of decay, the smell of thousands upon thousands of rotting corpses piled together.

Further away from this mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood, the battle continued.

The shouts of battle, the screams of rotting corpses, and the clanging of weapons blended together, deafeningly loud. Firelight flickered in the darkness, magical light intertwined in the sky, and arrows flew like locusts, with lives being lost every second.

Shen Xi withdrew her gaze and continued forward.

He hadn't walked far when he noticed a figure huddled behind a broken cement wall by the roadside.

He was a young soldier, in his early twenties, wearing a black military combat uniform with a gold insignia embroidered on his chest. His left arm was wrapped in bandages, from which dark red blood seeped. His face was covered in grime and blood, and his eyes were vacant, as if he had been terrified.

Shen Xi walked over and squatted down in front of him.

"brother."

The young soldier trembled and abruptly raised his head. His eyes were filled with terror. He instinctively grabbed the rifle beside him and pointed it at Shen Xi.

"No...don't come any closer!"

Shen Xi didn't move. He simply looked calmly at the young soldier and said softly, "Don't be afraid, I am Tai Chu."

The young soldier was stunned.

He stared at Shen Xi's face, and then his eyes suddenly reddened, and tears slid down his blood-stained face, leaving two white streaks.

"The...the Primordial God..." His voice trembled, "You...you've finally come..."

He put down his gun, feeling completely drained, and slumped to the ground, panting heavily.

Shen Xi didn't urge them, but simply took out a bottle of mineral water and a pack of compressed biscuits from her storage space and handed them over.

"Have some water first, then tell me slowly."

The young soldier took the water bottle, unscrewed the cap, and tilted his head back to gulp down several mouthfuls.

Shen Xi waited until he had recovered before asking, "What's the situation in the East District now?"

The young soldier said in a hoarse voice, "No... not good."

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and then began to speak.

"The battle has been going on since noon, without stopping. Waves of rotting corpses keep coming in—ordinary corpses, elites, mutants, you name it. Lord Wu'an has led us through several hours of fighting, and many of us have died..."

He pointed to the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood behind him: "The first few lines of defense are long gone. We've retreated to the fifth line of defense now, but they're about to collapse too."

He pointed to the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood behind him: "The first few lines of defense are long gone. We've retreated to the fifth line of defense now, but they're about to collapse too."

Shen Xi frowned: "Where are the reinforcements? Didn't other areas send anyone to help?"

The young soldier smiled wryly: "They did send reinforcements. The western district sent a force of about two thousand men. But Lord Wu'an divided those two thousand men among himself, sending one team to support the core and the other to the northern district."

"The core?" Shen Xi raised an eyebrow. "Something happened at the core?"

"I'm not entirely sure either." The young soldier shook his head. "I just heard that the core is in dire straits; some rotting corpses have broken through the defenses and are heading towards the core. Lord Wu'an urgently dispatched five hundred men to provide support. The remaining thousand-plus men went to the North District. The North District... seems to be on the verge of collapse as well."

Shen Xi fell silent.

He's already personally taken care of the Southern District, and Mingying was sent there from the core area a long time ago, so there shouldn't be any problems in the short term. Although more than a thousand people have been sent to the Northern District, whether they can hold it is still unknown.

"How many people are still in the East District?" Shen Xi asked.

The young soldier thought for a moment: "Including Lord Wu'an, there are probably more than six thousand people. But most of them are wounded, and we are almost out of ammunition and medicine."

He paused, then lowered his voice even further: "Lord Wu'an said that if no reinforcements arrive, the third line of defense won't hold out for long either. At that point, we'll have no choice but to retreat into the city and fight in the streets."

Shen Xi nodded and stood up.

He glanced at the direction of the eastern defense line, then at the numbers on the merit list.

[Kyoto Zombie Horde - Merit Ranking]

1st Place: Primordial Beginning - 8675 points

2rd Place: Mingying - 2147 points

3nd Place: Lord Wu'an - 189 points

4th place: Naro - 154 points

Eight thousand six hundred and seventy-five.

He earned over 8,000 merit points in the Southern District wave. Perhaps he can aim for 100,000 merit points, so he's still 91,000 short.

Ninety thousand sounds like a lot. But what if they ate all of this wave of rotting corpses in the East District?

Shen Xi was quite confident about this.

"Brother." He looked down at the young soldier.

The young soldier immediately stood up at attention: "Great God of the Primordial Era, please speak!"

"Go back and tell Lord Wu'an," Shen Xi shouldered the Pangu Axe and stepped forward, "that I've arrived. Tell him not to rush back, but to hold on a little longer."

The young soldier was stunned: "Primordial God, you...you're all alone?"

One person is enough.

Shen Xi didn't turn around, but carried the Pangu Axe and walked towards the direction of the eastern defense line.

Behind him, the young soldier stood still, watching the silver-gray figure gradually disappear into the distance, his eyes reddening again.

He turned and ran, sprinting towards the defensive line.

"Lord Wu'an! The Primordial God has arrived! The Primordial God has arrived!"

His voice echoed across the smoke-filled battlefield.

In the beginning.

First in the Huaxia region.

he came.

The eastern defense line, the fifth line of defense.

Lord Wu'an stood behind a makeshift shelter made of sandbags, his battle sword stuck at his feet, panting heavily. His combat uniform was stained with black blood, the bandage on his left arm was soaked with blood, and there was a deep claw mark on his right shoulder, the flesh torn open to reveal the white bone beneath.

As the overall commander of this battle against the zombie horde, he did not retreat; he remained at the forefront. If he had retreated, morale would have collapsed, the defensive line would have crumbled, and Kyoto would have been finished.

"Sir!" A messenger rushed over, panting, and stood at attention, saluting. "The reinforcements from the western district have arrived and are deploying on the flank!"

Lord Wu'an nodded: "What about the core side? Any news?"

"Not yet." The messenger shook his head. "The scouts we sent out haven't returned yet."

Lord Wu'an frowned.

The core area was his biggest worry. If the defenses in any of the four directions—east, south, west, and north—were breached, the rotting corpses would rush straight for the core. And if the core fell, the entire city would fall, and all previous efforts would be in vain.

But he can't spare any more troops to support the core. The pressure on the Eastern District is too great; the six thousand-plus men have already reached their limit. If he were to divide his forces further, the third line of defense could collapse at any moment.

"What about the northern region?" Lord Wu'an asked again. "Is there any news from General Sun's side?"

The messenger's face darkened further: "Not yet. The North District remains out of contact."

Lord Wu'an slowly clenched his fist.

Complete loss of contact can only mean two things: either the northern defenses have been breached, or General Sun's side has already...

He didn't continue thinking about it.

"Continue to send people to investigate." Wu Anjun's voice was deep. "No matter what method you use, you must contact the Northern District and the core."

"yes!"

The messenger turned and ran.

Lord Wu'an raised his head and looked at the battlefield.

The rotting corpses continued to surge in. Ordinary rotting corpses came in waves, one after another, seemingly endless.

Among them are higher-ranking corpse leaders.

They are waiting.

Wait until their defenses collapse, then take action yourself.

Lord Wu'an's face was extremely grim.

The defenses in the eastern district were riddled with holes. Of the five lines of defense, four had already fallen. The fifth line of defense still stood, but most of the sandbag bunkers had been destroyed, the barricades had been filled with rotting corpses, and the trenches were filled with black blood and bits of flesh.

Of the more than 6,000 men, less than 4,000 were still capable of fighting. Ammunition was running out, medicine was running out, and everyone's physical strength was at its limit.