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

Beneath the golden light, Shen Xi stood in the center of the arena, his silver-gray uniform shimmering with a faint glow. He glanced at the trembling corpse opposite him as it cautiously stepped onto the stage, and his All-Seeing Insight automatically activated, displaying an information panel before his eyes.

[Rotting Corpse - Bronze Leader (Level 18)]

Strength: 78, Spirit: 45, Agility: 52, Constitution: 82

[Skills: Bite, Claw Strike, Berserk]

Weaknesses: Head (weak defense), Neck (instant kill probability +30%)

Shen Xi didn't even bother to finish looking at the attributes.

A level 18 bronze boss, placed on the outer defensive line, could indeed give ordinary players a headache for a while. But in his eyes, it was no different from those ordinary rotting corpses. He flipped his left hand, and the Primordial Bead appeared in his palm. The jet-black bead, the size of a longan, floated above his palm, its interior swirling with chaotic energy.

The bronze leader opened its blood-red maw, let out a low growl, and charged towards him with heavy steps. It wasn't actually slow, but in Shen Xi's eyes, it was as slow as a snail.

Fireball.

An orange-red fireball, the size of a fist, shot out from the Primordial Pearl, leaving a long, thin trail of flame as it traced a straight path through the air. The bronze leader didn't even have time to react before the fireball struck it precisely in the face.

"boom!"

A burst of fire erupted. With 180% spell damage, plus the 50% true damage from the Chaos class, and the fire spell bonus that took effect before the Chaos Flame even consumed it, the actual damage of this fireball exceeded several times its maximum health.

The bronze leader's head was instantly blasted apart; before the black blood could even spurt out, it evaporated into blue smoke in the intense heat. The headless corpse froze for a moment, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

[Slayed 1 Level 18 Bronze Boss Corpse, EXP +180, Merit +60!]

The "All Things Return to Storage" event was automatically triggered, and the light sphere instantly disappeared into the storage space. Shen Xi didn't even glance at it; he simply retrieved the Primordial Pearl and stood with his hands behind his back.

The entire room fell silent.

On the revenge arena, on the side of the rotting corpses, the remaining nine rotting corpses froze in unison. The crimson eyes of the three monarch-level rotting corpses widened simultaneously, the smile on the lips of the slender monarch-level rotting corpse in the middle completely froze, and the mask in the black mist on the right was fixed on the face of a dumbfounded young man. The rotting corpse king stood at the very back, its crimson eyes slightly narrowed.

A level 18 bronze boss is gone just like that?

They couldn't even withstand a single blow?

Below the stage, Wu Anjun's lips twitched. He stared at the silver-gray figure on the stage, then at the headless corpse still smoking on the ground, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Inside Kyoto, the players stared at their screens, and after a moment of dead silence, they erupted in a frenzy.

"Holy crap!!! One-hit kill!!!"

"Fireball?! Isn't that a basic mage skill? How can it deal so much damage?!"

"Are you stupid? That's the Primordial God! Can his fireball spell be the same as an ordinary mage's?"

"A level 18 boss! That's a level 18 boss! On the outer defensive line, it would take at least a dozen people to take it down! And the Primordial God took it down with a single fireball?"

"The Primordial God is awesome!!!"

"Kill all those beasts!"

"First round won! Nine left! Go, Taichu God!"

The shouts were deafening, and countless people were moved to tears. They had waited too long, too many had died, and now they finally saw the hope of victory.

On the revenge arena, the notification sound of the post-apocalyptic survival game rang out on time.

[First round ends! Winner: Human team!]

[The Corpse faction, please send out your second player within 10 seconds!]

The countdown has started.

10, 9, 8, 7...

On the corpse camp's side, the atmosphere suddenly became tense. The six lord-level corpses all looked at the three monarch-level corpses, their eyes filled with fear. They didn't want to go, but they dared not disobey orders.

The three monarch-level corpses ignored them.

The three of them huddled together, their scarlet eyes meeting.

They are discussing countermeasures.

The largest monarch-level corpse on the left was filled with anger and resentment. It had suffered losses in the South District and again in the East District. Now, with its enemy right in front of it, it wished it could personally rush up and tear Shen Xi to pieces, but it could not act impulsively.

The slender, monarch-level corpse in the middle is weighing the pros and cons, searching for the optimal solution.

The monarch-level corpse in the black mist on the right hesitated.

The countdown is still ticking.

Finally, the three monarch-level corpses seemed to have reached some kind of consensus. The largest monarch-level corpse on the left raised its head, its scarlet eyes looking at one of the six lord-level corpses behind it.

The lord-level corpse that was called out trembled, but still took heavy steps and walked onto the arena.

Shen Xi's gaze fell upon it, and his ability to perceive all things was instantly activated.

It was a massive, decaying corpse, at least two meters tall, covered entirely in dark gold armor. Not the crude bone armor pieced together from bones and scales, but genuine full-body plate armor forged from some unknown metal. The plate armor was covered with densely packed runes, which slowly swirled and exuded a suffocatingly heavy aura.

It wore a fully enclosed helmet, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes. In its left hand, it carried a massive tower shield, the surface of which was engraved with a roaring dragon. In its right hand, it gripped a heavy warhammer, its head covered with sharp protrusions.

Every step it took onto the ring caused the ground to tremble slightly.

[Corpse Lord - Ironwall Lord (Level 22 Silver Lord)]

Strength: 145, Spirit: 68, Agility: 55, Constitution: 198

【Talent 1: Iron Wall (Gold Level) - Defense +150%, Damage Reduction when Blocking +80%】

【Talent 2: Unyielding (Silver Tier) - When HP is below 30%, Defense +100%, Recovers 2% of Maximum HP per second】

【Skill 1: Absolute Defense (Gold Level) - After activation, grants immunity to all physical damage for 10 seconds, with a 120-second cooldown】

【Skill 2: Spell Shield (Silver Tier) - When activated, generates a shield that absorbs 5000 points of spell damage, lasting for 15 seconds, with a 90-second cooldown】

【Skill 3: Taunt (Silver Tier) - Forces all enemies within 20 meters to attack you for 5 seconds. Cooldown: 60 seconds】

[Skill 4: Counterattack (Silver Tier) - After a successful block, deals 100% reflected damage to the attacker. Cooldown: 30 seconds]

[Weaknesses: Back (armor defense -70%), extremely slow movement speed, extremely slow turning speed]

Shen Xi looked at the string of numbers and raised her eyebrows slightly.

198 points in Constitution. 145 points in Strength. Two defensive talents and four defensive skills.

This thing is practically a mobile fortress.

The level 22 Silver Lord has some attributes that are even more terrifying than the level 20 Gold Lord, the Desperate Reaper, which I killed before.

Even he had never seen such a unique form of decaying corpse.

However, it doesn't matter.

Shen Xi was quite confident. Even if you have abnormal defensive power, you still need to be able to withstand the Pangu Axe first.

Below the stage, the largest monarch-level corpse watched the Ironwall Lord step onto the arena, its solemn expression easing slightly. The Ironwall Lord was their strongest defensive force; although not the highest-ranking, its pure defensive power was enough to give even the three monarch-level creatures a headache.

Its mission is simple: wear down Shen Xi's stamina. It should fight as many enemies as possible, and even if it can't defeat them, it should drag the fight out for as long as possible. Once it can force Shen Xi to reveal his trump card, the rest of the battle will be much easier.

The countdown has ended.

[The second round begins!]

The moment the Iron Wall Lord stepped onto the arena, he activated his skill without the slightest hesitation.

Absolute Defense! Golden light emanated from its armor, forming a visible shield around its body. A magical shield! A pale blue barrier followed, enveloping its entire body. Two shields: one immune to physical damage, and one absorbing magical damage.

It raised its tower shield, shield facing forward, and huddled behind the shield, like a turtle retreating into its shell.

Do not attack.

It's just defense.

The Ironwall Lord's tactics were clear: attrition. It didn't need to kill Shen Xi, it just needed to hold out long enough. With a constitution of 198 points, plus the 150% defense bonus from the Ironwall talent, and the double protection of absolute defense and spell shields, it could withstand even the attacks of a platinum-level corpse for a while.

Inside Kyoto, over 100,000 players watched the scene on their screens, their expressions changing.

"What is that?! Two layers of shields?!"

"Absolute defense that grants immunity to physical damage, and a magic shield that absorbs magic damage... How the hell am I supposed to fight this?"

"Even if the Primordial God's fireball spell is powerful, it can't break through a spell shield, right? With 5000 absorption points, how many fireballs would the Primordial God have to cast to destroy it?"

"Where's Pangu's Axe? The Primordial God's Pangu's Axe ignores defense!"

"Absolute defense, immune to physical damage! No matter how powerful the Pangu Axe is, it's still a physical attack, right?"

"What can we do then? Isn't the Primordial God powerless against it?"

"Stop arguing! Look at the Primordial God!"

Everyone stared intently at the screen.

On the arena, Shen Xi looked at the Iron Wall Lord hiding behind its shield, not in a hurry to make a move. He simply stood there, hands behind his back, his gaze calmly fixed on the tortoise shell.

Then, Shen Xi moved.

He didn't use fireball; he simply stepped forward, one step at a time, towards the Ironwall Lord.

The Ironwall Lord gripped its tower shield tightly, shrinking even more. It didn't know what Shen Xi was going to do, but the invisible pressure instilled in it an instinctive fear.

ten meters.

eight meters.

five meters.

Shen Xi walked up to the Iron Wall Lord and stopped.

He looked up at the massive tower shield.

Then, he took out the Pangu Axe.

The dark golden axe slid from behind into his hand, its blade as thin as a cicada's wing, gleaming with a chilling light under the golden glow. The runes on the axe slowly flowed, exuding an ancient and timeless aura.

The Iron Wall Lord's pupils suddenly contracted.

It instinctively sensed that the axe was dangerous.

But it did not retreat.

Because it is confident in its own defense, with 198 points of constitution, a 150% defense bonus, absolute defense that makes it immune to physical damage, and a magic shield that absorbs magic damage, it is confident that it can withstand it.

Shen Xi raised the Pangu Axe.

There was no fancy technique used, just a simple chop.

A dark golden arc of light drew a perfect semicircle in the air.

The Ironwall Lord raised his tower shield to block.

"Click."

A crisp sound.

It wasn't the clanging of metal against metal from an axe blade colliding with a shield, but rather the sound of something shattering.

The crimson eyes behind the Ironwall Lord's shield were wide open.

It lowered its head and looked at its left arm.

The armor shattered, the runes extinguished, and the entire left arm was severed cleanly at the shoulder. The break was smooth as a mirror, and black blood gushed from the wound, splattering the ground. The severed arm, still holding the tower shield, fell to the ground with a dull thud.

The entire room fell silent.

The Ironwall Lord froze for a moment, then let out a mournful roar. Instinctively, it swung its right warhammer at Shen Xi. But it was too slow; its 55 agility was like a snail crawling against Shen Xi's 164 agility.

Shen Xi turned to the side, and the warhammer grazed past his shoulder without even touching the hem of his clothes.

On the side of the rotting corpses, the remaining eight rotting corpses were completely dumbfounded.

It was obvious that the rotting corpse on the stage couldn't hold off Shen Xi for long.

The largest monarch-level corpse stared wide-eyed in disbelief. The Ironwall Lord was its strongest defensive force; it had personally tested it and found that even a full-force attack from the Ironwall Lord could withstand at least three blows.

But it easily broke through the defenses of that human named Taichu.

The three monarch-level corpses exchanged glances, each seeing the same meaning in the other's eyes.

This person cannot be allowed to live.

But they also know that with their current strength, the chances of winning a head-on confrontation are not high.

That method has to be used.

The largest monarch-level corpse on the left took a deep breath:

"This person...this person is too strong...we...we must...we absolutely must initiate the inheritance ceremony."

The other two monarch-level corpses looked at it at the same time, a hint of hesitation flashing in their eyes.

Succession ceremony.

That was their last trump card, but they had no choice but to use it now.

But the price is that the two that were swallowed will be completely destroyed.

The three monarch-level corpses finally reached an agreement.

They are about to begin the inheritance ceremony.