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

The countdown is still ticking.

5, 4, 3...

On the zombie side, the monarch-level zombie, having just devoured two brains, raised its head, its crimson eyes sweeping over the five remaining zombies behind it.

Its gaze lingered on a rotting corpse emitting a green, poisonous mist.

The rotting corpse was of medium size, about 1.8 meters tall, covered in bluish-gray skin, its surface densely covered with pustules. Some pustules were as large as a fist, others as small as a fingernail, each slowly wriggling as if containing some living creature. Green poisonous mist seeped from the cracks in the pustules, forming a thick cloud of poison around it. The stone slabs beneath it were corroded and pitted, emitting a sizzling sound.

[Corpse Plague Lord (Level 19 Silver Lord)]

Strength: 98, Spirit: 85, Agility: 72, Constitution: 112

[Talent: Venomous Body (Gold Tier) - Enveloped in a poisonous mist, those who touch it suffer poison damage equal to 5% of their maximum health per second for 10 seconds]

[Skills: Poison Explosion, Plague Spread, Corrosive Touch, Poison Cloud]

[Weaknesses: Fire (Damage +100%), Lightning (Damage +100%, can detonate internal poison gas)]

[Note: A walking plague; wherever it goes, nothing grows.]

The monarch-level corpse pointed at it, its voice hoarse: "You, go up there."

The Plague Lord's body trembled violently. Then it lowered its head and, with heavy steps, walked step by step onto the arena.

Shen Xi stood in the center of the arena, watching the rotting corpse covered in poisonous mist walk up. The All-Seeing Insight automatically activated, and the information panel appeared before her eyes.

"Level 19 Silver Lord, highly poisonous, weak to fire and lightning."

A cold smile curled at the corner of Shen Xi's lips.

Another delaying tactic.

The countdown has ended.

[The third round begins!]

The moment the Plague Lord stepped onto the arena, without hesitation, it activated all its skills. Poison Explosion! The pustules on its body burst open simultaneously, and green poisonous mist spread outwards like a flood, instantly covering an area of ​​thirty meters in radius. Plague Spread! Countless tiny green spores emerged from the poisonous mist, drifting in the air and sizzling as they landed on the arena. Poison Cloud! The poisonous mist condensed into a green cloud above its head, within which lightning flashed and thunder roared, each bolt of lightning a strange green.

The three skills were unleashed in quick succession, and the entire arena was shrouded in poisonous mist.

The thick, green toxic fog obscured almost all human figures, and the air was filled with a pungent stench of decay and corrosive gases. The stone slabs on the ground were corroded into countless pits, and the gravel melted in the toxic fog, turning into puddles of green liquid.

Below the stage, Lord Wu'an's expression changed.

"This poisonous fog...it's too thick!"

The others were equally worried: "The Primordial God is inside, what if...?"

On the arena, the Plague Lord stood in the center of the poisonous fog, panting heavily. Releasing three skills in quick succession had severely depleted its stamina. But it dared not stop, for its mission was not to kill Shen Xi, but merely to buy time.

Every second counts.

It raised its head and looked into the depths of the poisonous fog. There, a silver-gray figure was slowly approaching.

Shen Xi walked through the poisonous fog, a faint silver-gray light swirling around him. The automatic cleaning function of his Kyoto Rhythm uniform was operating frantically, breaking down the layers of poisonous fog that approached him. The Vermilion Bird's primordial feather on his chest warmed slightly; its exorcising effect reduced the duration of negative effects by 20% and reduced attribute damage received by 10%. As for the toxins that slipped through the net, they were directly annihilated by the chaotic power of the Chaos Profession before they could even invade his body.

The poisonous fog had no effect on him.

Shen Xi walked up to the Plague Lord and stopped.

The Plague Lord's pupils contracted sharply. It couldn't believe that its poisonous mist had absolutely no effect on this human.

Lightning Chain!

A thick bolt of purple lightning shot out from the Primordial Bead, striking the Plague Lord precisely in the chest. With 180% spell damage, plus the 50% true damage bonus from the Chaos class, and the additional 100% damage bonus against poison, the actual damage of this lightning chain exceeded half of the Plague Lord's maximum health.

"boom!"

Lightning exploded on the Plague Lord, igniting the green poisonous mist with crackling sounds. The Plague Lord let out a shrill roar, its body convulsing violently. The pustules that hadn't yet burst burst one after another under the stimulation of the lightning, splattering green pus everywhere.

But it's not dead yet.

With 112 points of constitution, it withstood the blow.

Shen Xi gave it no chance to breathe. With a sweep of his right hand, the Pangu Axe drew a perfect semicircle in the air, heading straight for the Plague Lord's neck.

The Plague Lord instinctively raised his arm to block.

"Click."

The axe blade pierced the forearm, spurting black blood. But the Pangu Axe did not stop; the blade sliced ​​through bone and muscle, emerging from the other side of the arm, and continued forward, slashing into the plague lord's neck.

"Click."

The second crisp sound.

The Plague Lord's head flew off with a thud, black blood gushing from the severed neck, splashing several meters high. The headless corpse froze for a moment, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

[Defeat 1 level 19 Silver Lord "Plague Lord" x1, EXP +750, Merit +160!]

The "All Things Return to Storage" event was automatically triggered, and the orb of light fell into the storage space. Shen Xi glanced at it; it was a pale green test tube.

【Name: Mental Enhancement Potion】

【Type: Consumable Item · Attributes】

[Quality: Bronze]

[Effect: Permanently increase Spirit by 5]

Shen Xi carefully put away the potion, without using it. He planned to save it for Mingying. Mingying's mental attribute had always been low, and although the Asura class didn't require very high mental attributes, a little more was always better than a little less.

He raised his head and looked down at the crowd below the ring.

"Not enough," the monarch's corpse voice was low and menacing. "Not enough..."

It raised its head and looked at the four remaining rotting corpses behind it.

His gaze swept over the three lord-level corpses, and then landed on the last one.

"You, step forward," its voice was hoarse. "You all, continue the ceremony."

The three lord-level corpses trembled, but they dared not disobey the order. They walked forward shakily, knelt before the monarch-level corpse, closed their eyes, and crossed their hands in front of their chests.

The succession ceremony begins again.

Shen Xi stood on the arena, watching this scene with a solemn expression.

That monarch-level corpse has already swallowed two brains. If it were to swallow the remaining three, who knows what kind of monster it would evolve into.

But he can't go down now.

Because of the rules of the gauntlet format, he must finish his current match before facing the next corpse. He had already killed the Plague Lord, and the next corpse was walking onto the stage.

It was a rotting corpse known for its speed.

It was slender, about 1.9 meters tall, and covered in dark silver scales. These scales gleamed with a chilling light under the golden glow; each one was as thin as a cicada's wing, its edges sharp as knives. Its hands were not claws, but two long, slender bone blades, from which a faint silver light flowed. Its head was covered by a completely enclosed helmet, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes.

Shen Xi stared at it, her pupils slightly contracting.

He recognized the rotting corpse.

Not this life, but the previous life.

In its previous life, this corpse evolved into a level 80 Golden Monarch in the ninth year of the apocalypse, becoming one of the most feared beings in northern China. Its speed was immense, so fast that even a level 90 War God couldn't catch it. Countless powerful figures perished beneath its bone blades; its name was "Silverwing Monarch."

But right now, it's just a level 20 Silver Lord.

They haven't grown up yet.

Shen Xi took a deep breath and gripped the Pangu Axe tightly.

"Unfortunately, you've met me now."

The countdown has ended.

[The fourth round begins!]

The Silverwing Territory took the initiative. Its speed was astonishing; with 82 points of agility plus the movement speed bonus from its scales, its actual speed had exceeded 100 points. Its figure left a silvery-white afterimage on the arena, circling from Shen Xi's left to right, and then from right to back, attempting to launch an attack from behind.

But Shen Xi was faster.

With 164 agility, plus the 25% movement speed bonus from Storm Boots and the 20% all-attribute bonus from the Kyoto Rhythm Uniform, his actual speed had already exceeded 200 points. The afterimage of the Silverwing Lord appeared to him as slow as if it were in slow motion.

Shen Xi didn't even turn around.

He took only one step, and instantly disappeared from the spot.

The Silverwing Lord's bone blade missed its mark.

It froze for a moment, not yet reacting, before Shen Xi appeared behind it. The Pangu Axe swept horizontally, a dark golden arc of light heading straight for the back of its neck.

The Silverwing Lord instinctively ducked, the axe blade grazing its helmet and leaving a deep scratch. It flipped to its feet, its bone blade thrusting out in a backhand strike, aiming straight for Shen Xi's chest.

Shen Xi sidestepped the bone blade, her left hand glowing with the Primordial Bead, and a fireball exploded at point-blank range.

"boom!"

A burst of orange-red flames exploded on the Silverwing Lord's chest, dealing 180% spell damage. Combined with the fire's effect on scales, a large patch of its chest scales was shattered, and black blood gushed from the wound. It let out a mournful roar and staggered backward.

Shen Xi gave it no chance to catch its breath.

Bloodthirsty Thrust, activate!

His body shot out like a cannonball, and the Pangu Axe swung upwards, aiming straight for the Silverwing Lord's chin.

The Silverwing Lord leaned back with all its might, the axe blade grazing its chin, drawing a trail of blood. But before it could regain its footing, Shen Xi's next axe strike was already upon it.

Death Cyclone!

Shen Xi's body entered a state of high-speed rotation, the Pangu Axe drawing five deadly arcs in the air. The first arc severed the Silverwing Lord's left arm bone blade. The second arc cleaved its right shoulder. The third arc tore open its chest. The fourth arc severed its left leg. The fifth arc aimed straight for its neck.

"Click."

The head flew off, black blood spurting out.

The Silverwing Lord's body stiffened for a moment, then he collapsed to the ground with a thud.

[Defeat 1 level 20 Silver Lord "Silverwing Lord" to gain 800 experience points and 170 merit points!]

The "All Things Return to Storage" event was automatically triggered, and the orb of light fell into the storage space. Shen Xi glanced at it; it was a light blue test tube.

【Name: Agility Enhancement Potion】

【Type: Consumable Item · Attributes】

[Quality: Bronze]

[Effect: Permanently increase Agility by 5]

Shen Xi carefully put away the two potions, leaving the one for mental enhancement and the one for agility enhancement for Ming Ying.

Four battles, four rotting corpses, all killed.

Shen Xi raised her head and looked down at the arena again.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Below the arena, the succession ceremony has been completed.

At this moment, the body of that monarch-level corpse had completely changed.

His body, now three and a half meters tall, was half a meter shorter than before. The crimson runes on his dark red bone armor had merged into its interior, no longer flowing but deeply embedded like blood vessels. The bone spikes on his back had increased from four to six, each two meters long, their tips curving like a pair of outstretched demon wings. His claws had retracted, transforming into normal human hands, but the fingertips gleamed with a dark golden light.

Its head, with its four bony horns shortened and straightened from a curved shape, resembled a crown. Its face returned to normal, no longer twisted and ferocious, but terrifyingly calm.

It stood there, with no trace of its presence.

But the invisible pressure caused the entire revenge arena to tremble slightly.

The monarch-like corpse raised its head, its scarlet eyes looking at Shen Xi on the arena.

Then, it laughed.

That smile was cruel and ferocious.

"Human," it said in a deep voice, "you should be proud."

It strode forward, step by step, toward the ring.

"As an enemy of my race, I will kill you with my strongest power."

"Then I will make you a member of my people."

Shen Xi looked at it, her fighting spirit surging.

"If it weren't for this mechanism, I would have killed you first."

He gripped the Pangu Axe tightly, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"I'm waiting for you to come up here and die."

Inside Kyoto, over 100,000 players stared at their screens in complete silence.

Everyone felt the suffocating pressure that was palpable even through the screen.

"That...that rotting corpse..." someone murmured, their voice trembling, "So terrifying..."

"It swallowed the brains of five rotting corpses... What the hell is this monster?"

"Can the Primordial God defeat it?"

"Shut up! The Primordial God can definitely beat us!"

Lord Wu'an stood below the arena, staring at the tyrant who was walking onto the stage, his expression extremely solemn.

Liu Qing's expression was equally grim: "Lord Wu'an, can you discern its level?"

Lord Wu'an shook his head, his voice hoarse: "I can't see through it."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

He's ranked third in the Huaxia region, and even he can't figure him out.

That means that this tyrant's level and strength are at least on par with Shen Xi's.

All eyes were fixed on the silver-gray figure on the arena.

In the beginning.

First in the Huaxia region.

Can he win?

Shen Xi carefully put away the two potions, leaving the one for mental enhancement and the one for agility enhancement for Ming Ying.

Four battles, four rotting corpses, all killed.

Shen Xi raised her head and looked down at the arena again.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Below the arena, the succession ceremony has been completed.

At this moment, the body of that monarch-level corpse had completely changed.

His body, now three and a half meters tall, was half a meter shorter than before. The crimson runes on his dark red bone armor had merged into its interior, no longer flowing but deeply embedded like blood vessels. The bone spikes on his back had increased from four to six, each two meters long, their tips curving like a pair of outstretched demon wings. His claws had retracted, transforming into normal human hands, but the fingertips gleamed with a dark golden light.

Its head, with its four bony horns shortened and straightened from a curved shape, resembled a crown. Its face returned to normal, no longer twisted and ferocious, but terrifyingly calm.

It stood there, with no trace of its presence.

But the invisible pressure caused the entire revenge arena to tremble slightly.

The monarch-like corpse raised its head, its scarlet eyes looking at Shen Xi on the arena.

Then, it laughed.

That smile was cruel and ferocious.

"Human," it said in a deep voice, "you should be proud."

It strode forward, step by step, toward the ring.

"As an enemy of my race, I will kill you with my strongest power."

"Then I will make you a member of my people."

Shen Xi looked at it, her fighting spirit surging.

"If it weren't for this mechanism, I would have killed you first."

He gripped the Pangu Axe tightly, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"I'm waiting for you to come up here and die."

Inside Kyoto, over 100,000 players stared at their screens in complete silence.

Everyone felt the suffocating pressure that was palpable even through the screen.

"That...that rotting corpse..." someone murmured, their voice trembling, "So terrifying..."

"It swallowed the brains of five rotting corpses... What the hell is this monster?"

"Can the Primordial God defeat it?"

"Shut up! The Primordial God can definitely beat us!"

Lord Wu'an stood below the arena, staring at the tyrant who was walking onto the stage, his expression extremely solemn.

Liu Qing's expression was equally grim: "Lord Wu'an, can you discern its level?"

Lord Wu'an shook his head, his voice hoarse: "I can't see through it."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

He's ranked third in the Huaxia region, and even he can't figure him out.

That means that this tyrant's level and strength are at least on par with Shen Xi's.

All eyes were fixed on the silver-gray figure on the arena.

In the beginning.

First in the Huaxia region.

Can he win?

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Shen Xi carefully put away the two potions, leaving the one for mental enhancement and the one for agility enhancement for Ming Ying.

Four battles, four rotting corpses, all killed.

Shen Xi raised her head and looked down at the arena again.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Below the arena, the succession ceremony has been completed.

At this moment, the body of that monarch-level corpse had completely changed.

His body, now three and a half meters tall, was half a meter shorter than before. The crimson runes on his dark red bone armor had merged into its interior, no longer flowing but deeply embedded like blood vessels. The bone spikes on his back had increased from four to six, each two meters long, their tips curving like a pair of outstretched demon wings. His claws had retracted, transforming into normal human hands, but the fingertips gleamed with a dark golden light.

Its head, with its four bony horns shortened and straightened from a curved shape, resembled a crown. Its face returned to normal, no longer twisted and ferocious, but terrifyingly calm.

It stood there, with no trace of its presence.

But the invisible pressure caused the entire revenge arena to tremble slightly.

The monarch-like corpse raised its head, its scarlet eyes looking at Shen Xi on the arena.

Then, it laughed.

That smile was cruel and ferocious.

"Human," it said in a deep voice, "you should be proud."

It strode forward, step by step, toward the ring.

"As an enemy of my race, I will kill you with my strongest power."

"Then I will make you a member of my people."

Shen Xi looked at it, her fighting spirit surging.

"If it weren't for this mechanism, I would have killed you first."

He gripped the Pangu Axe tightly, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"I'm waiting for you to come up here and die."

Inside Kyoto, over 100,000 players stared at their screens in complete silence.

Everyone felt the suffocating pressure that was palpable even through the screen.

"That...that rotting corpse..." someone murmured, their voice trembling, "So terrifying..."

"It swallowed the brains of five rotting corpses... What the hell is this monster?"

"Can the Primordial God defeat it?"

"Shut up! The Primordial God can definitely beat us!"

Lord Wu'an stood below the arena, staring at the tyrant who was walking onto the stage, his expression extremely solemn.

Liu Qing's expression was equally grim: "Lord Wu'an, can you discern its level?"

Lord Wu'an shook his head, his voice hoarse: "I can't see through it."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

He's ranked third in the Huaxia region, and even he can't figure him out.

That means that this tyrant's level and strength are at least on par with Shen Xi's.

All eyes were fixed on the silver-gray figure on the arena.

In the beginning.

First in the Huaxia region.

Can he win?

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Shen Xi carefully put away the two potions, leaving the one for mental enhancement and the one for agility enhancement for Ming Ying.

Four battles, four rotting corpses, all killed.

Shen Xi raised her head and looked down at the arena again.

Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.

Below the arena, the succession ceremony has been completed.

At this moment, the body of that monarch-level corpse had completely changed.

His body, now three and a half meters tall, was half a meter shorter than before. The crimson runes on his dark red bone armor had merged into its interior, no longer flowing but deeply embedded like blood vessels. The bone spikes on his back had increased from four to six, each two meters long, their tips curving like a pair of outstretched demon wings. His claws had retracted, transforming into normal human hands, but the fingertips gleamed with a dark golden light.

Its head, with its four bony horns shortened and straightened from a curved shape, resembled a crown. Its face returned to normal, no longer twisted and ferocious, but terrifyingly calm.

It stood there, with no trace of its presence.

But the invisible pressure caused the entire revenge arena to tremble slightly.

The monarch-like corpse raised its head, its scarlet eyes looking at Shen Xi on the arena.

Then, it laughed.

That smile was cruel and ferocious.

"Human," it said in a deep voice, "you should be proud."

It strode forward, step by step, toward the ring.

"As an enemy of my race, I will kill you with my strongest power."

"Then I will make you a member of my people."

Shen Xi looked at it, her fighting spirit surging.

"If it weren't for this mechanism, I would have killed you first."

He gripped the Pangu Axe tightly, a cold killing intent flashing in his eyes.

"I'm waiting for you to come up here and die."

Inside Kyoto, over 100,000 players stared at their screens in complete silence.

Everyone felt the suffocating pressure that was palpable even through the screen.

"That...that rotting corpse..." someone murmured, their voice trembling, "So terrifying..."

"It swallowed the brains of five rotting corpses... What the hell is this monster?"

"Can the Primordial God defeat it?"

"Shut up! The Primordial God can definitely beat us!"

Lord Wu'an stood below the arena, staring at the tyrant who was walking onto the stage, his expression extremely solemn.

Liu Qing's expression was equally grim: "Lord Wu'an, can you discern its level?"

Lord Wu'an shook his head, his voice hoarse: "I can't see through it."

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

He's ranked third in the Huaxia region, and even he can't figure him out.

That means that this tyrant's level and strength are at least on par with Shen Xi's.

All eyes were fixed on the silver-gray figure on the arena.

In the beginning.

First in the Huaxia region.

Can he win?