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

When Shen Xi and Ming Ying left the capital city, it was still dark. The soldiers guarding the city walls watched the two silver-gray figures disappear into the distance, their eyes filled with awe and confusion. They didn't understand why the Primordial God had to leave the city so soon after the zombie horde had receded.

He slept for ten hours in that blissful paradise, while only an hour had passed in the outside world. When he woke up on that luxurious leather sofa, he felt refreshed. All his fatigue was swept away. He even had time to stretch his muscles in the blessed land and test the combat feel of his new equipment before leaving that private space with complete satisfaction.

But what he really thought of first after waking up wasn't equipment or merit points, but his family.

That old bastard.

Shen Xi's eyes turned cold.

From Xinghui City to Kyoto, the Gu family was like a venomous snake, relentlessly clinging to him. If it weren't for his strength, anyone else would have died at their hands long ago.

Moreover, he remembered perfectly the words the tyrant uttered before his death.

"Gu Tianxin... told us everything about the overall strength and defense layout of the capital city."

They leaked the city's defense layout, colluded with rotting corpses, and lured a horde of zombies to attack the city, causing the deaths of countless players.

Such a person's very existence is an insult to everyone.

Shen Xi quickened his pace, with Ming Ying following behind him. After being modified by that half-bottle of corpse essence, his skin had changed from bluish-gray to a color closer to that of a normal person, and his muscle lines were smoother and more defined. Although his features were still cold and hard, at least he didn't look so much like a corpse anymore.

After walking for about half an hour, a wasteland appeared ahead, filled with ruins. Half-collapsed buildings, rusted vehicles, and rotting corpses lay scattered about. Shen Xi glanced at them, her All-Seeing Insight automatically activating. After confirming there were no living creatures, she continued forward.

He did not go directly to Gujiazhai.

According to memories from his previous life, the Gu family did indeed have a large stronghold outside Kyoto called "Gu Family Village." That place was originally a logistics center for the Gu family, covering a vast area before the apocalypse, filled with warehouses and surrounded by high walls. After the apocalypse, the Gu family immediately transformed it into a fortress, stockpiling supplies and gathering manpower, gradually developing it into one of the largest player gathering places outside the city.

But he didn't know the details. After all, in his previous life he had only heard the name and had never been there. So he had to go find Lord Wu'an first.

The temporary command post inside Kyoto.

Lord Wu'an leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, his face weary. He had slept for less than two hours since the zombie horde descended. The faces of his fallen comrades flashed through his mind, one after another. General Sun, and those young soldiers whose names he couldn't recall.

He opened his eyes, a cold killing intent flashing within them.

Family-oriented.

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

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

"Sir!" A young officer burst through the door, stood at attention, and saluted. "The Primordial God has arrived! He says he wants to see you!"

Lord Wu'an suddenly stood up.

A moment later, Shen Xi entered the temporary command post. Ming Ying stood guard outside the door.

The two exchanged a glance.

Lord Wu'an spoke first, his voice hoarse: "Tai Chu, why are you here? The zombie horde has just receded, aren't you going to rest?"

"I can't sleep." Shen Xi walked to the table, looked at Wu Anjun, and said, "There's something I want to discuss with you."

Lord Wu'an frowned slightly: "What is it?"

"Gu family."

Upon hearing those two words, Lord Wu'an's fist slowly clenched, veins bulging on the back of his hand. He took a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to do?"

"The Gu family has a stronghold outside the city called Gu Family Village." Shen Xi looked directly into Wu Anjun's eyes. "I'll go find it and let you know when I find it. Gather your men and wait for my news."

Lord Wu'an remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "Alright."

"But my strength alone is not enough." Wu Anjun's voice carried a hint of resentment. "They have people within the military. The five traitors you identified before are just the tip of the iceberg; there are many more hiding in the shadows. If I were to mobilize a large force to attack Gu Family Village, the news would definitely leak out."

"I know." Shen Xi took out a thick stack of papers from her storage space and placed them on the table.

Lord Wu'an looked down, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

That wasn't ordinary paper; it was intelligence that Shen Xi had compiled from memory overnight.

Lord Wu'an flipped through the papers page by page, his expression growing increasingly grim. They were densely packed with names, positions, records of transactions with the four great families, benefits received, and leaked intelligence. Some of it he had guessed, others he hadn't expected at all.

"This..." Lord Wu'an raised his head, staring at Shen Xi, "Where did you get this intelligence?"

"You don't need to worry about it," Shen Xi said calmly. "You just need to know that this information is true."

Lord Wu'an remained silent for a long time.

Then, he stood up, walked up to Shen Xi, and held out his hand: "How much?"

Shen Xi was stunned for a moment.

Lord Wu'an repeated, "How much is this intelligence worth? The military can't take your stuff for nothing."

This Lord Wu'an is a shrewd man. He never intended to give away this intelligence for free. In the apocalypse, intelligence is a resource, and resources are money. Shen Xi isn't a philanthropist; he won't give away what he's painstakingly compiled for free.

"Fifty thousand gold coins," Shen Xi said calmly.

Lord Wu'an's lips twitched slightly, but he didn't haggle and nodded, saying, "Deal."

The transaction between the two parties is complete.

"Wait for my message." Shen Xi turned and walked out of the command center.

Behind him, Wu Anjun watched his retreating figure, took a deep breath, picked up the stack of intelligence on the table, and strode towards the conference room.

He wanted to drag out all those worms hiding in the shadows.

In the conference hall of Kyoto.

The long table was filled with people on both sides. High-ranking military leaders, commanders of various defense lines, and several people in civilian clothes were all representatives of major powers in Kyoto.

At the head of the table, the over-seventy-year-old commander leaned back in his chair, eyes closed, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a rhythmic "tap-tap" sound. Several major generals sat beside him, their faces not looking too good.

No one speaks.

The atmosphere was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

With the zombie horde just receding, everyone assumed this meeting would be about rewarding those who had distinguished themselves in the battle. Those players who had performed exceptionally well should receive their due rewards and promotions. However, Lord Wu'an's delayed appearance began to unsettle those present.

"Old Commander," a major general in his fifties spoke, his voice tinged with impatience, "why hasn't Lord Wu'an arrived yet? All the city's high-ranking officials are waiting for him alone. Isn't he putting on quite the airs?"

The old commander opened his eyes, glanced at him, and said calmly, "Wait a little longer."

The major general wanted to say something, but after being glanced at by the old commander, he immediately shut his mouth.

Just then, the conference room door was pushed open.

Everyone turned their heads at once.

Lord Wu'an walked in.

His face looked grim, and he held a thick stack of documents in his hand.

He walked to the long table, but instead of sitting down, he placed the documents in front of the old commander.

"Old Chief," he said in a deep voice, "this is intelligence provided by Tai Chu."

The old commander frowned. He picked up the stack of documents and turned the pages one by one.

Then, his face darkened completely.

In the conference room, everyone watched the old commander's reaction. His aged face shifted from confusion to solemnity, then to anger, and finally to chilling murderous intent.

A moment later, the old leader put down the documents, looked up, and his gaze swept over everyone present.

"Good, very good."

"Deputy Commander Wang, Chief of Staff Zhao, General Li, Major General Zhou... do the four of you have anything else to say?"

The four people whose names were called turned deathly pale instantly.

Deputy Commander Wang was the first to stand up, his voice trembling: "Old...Old Commander, what do you mean? I...I didn't do anything!"

"Didn't do anything?" Wu Anjun sneered, taking the stack of documents from the old commander, flipping to a page, and reading aloud, "Wang Deming, 53 years old, Major General, Deputy Commander of the Kyoto Military Region. After the apocalypse, he accepted bribes totaling 8,000 gold coins from the Gu family and leaked the military's city defense deployment to them three times. The most recent time was three days ago, on the eve of the zombie horde's arrival, when you handed over the troop distribution map of the eastern defense line to the Gu family's contact."

Deputy Commander Wang's face went from deathly pale to ashen. He opened his mouth, wanting to deny it, but couldn't utter a single word.

"Zhao Zhiyuan," Wu Anjun continued, his voice as cold as a knife, "Fifty-one years old, Senior Colonel, Chief of Staff of the Kyoto Military Region. After the apocalypse, he leaked core military secrets to the Gu family through his lover. Your illegitimate son is currently living in Gu Family Village, isn't he?"

Chief of Staff Zhao's legs went weak, and he slumped into his chair.

"Li Jianguo. Forty-eight years old, Major General, Logistics Minister of the Kyoto Military Region. After the apocalypse, he took advantage of his position to sell a large amount of supplies in the military warehouses to the Gu family at low prices. At least two-thirds of those supplies did not enter the accounts; they all went into your personal pocket."

Colonel Li's face was ashen, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

"Zhou Haidong." Wu Anjun turned to the last page. "Forty-five years old, Major General, Chief of the Intelligence Department of the Kyoto Military Region. After the apocalypse, he repeatedly provided the Gu family with internal military intelligence. The news of Taichu's arrival in Kyoto from Xinghui City was leaked to the Gu family by you, wasn't it?"

Major General Zhou stood up abruptly, slammed his fist on the table, and roared, "Lord Wu'an! You're slandering me! Do you have any evidence?"

"Evidence?" Lord Wu'an sneered. "The information Tai Chu provided is the evidence. Besides, do you think he was the only one providing information?"

He turned around and looked at the dozens of faces in the conference room.

"The Jin, Na, and He families, three of the four major families, have agreed to cooperate with us. They have provided substantial evidence of collusion with personnel within the military. None of you will escape."

The meeting room erupted in chaos.

"What? The Jin family is involved too?"

"Wasn't that side always neutral? Why did they suddenly switch sides?"

"The He family? Helian Tieshu was just killed by Tai Chu, how could they possibly cooperate with the military?"

Wu Anjun's voice drowned out all the discussions: "Because although Helian Batian hates Taichu, he hates the Gu family even more. That old bastard Gu Tianxin led a zombie horde to attack the city, almost dragging the entire He family down with him. Helian Batian isn't stupid; he knows who the real enemy is."

"As for the Jin family," he paused, "Jin Mantang's son, Jin Buhuan, died at Taichu's hands, but how did Jin Buhuan die? It was a fair duel in the competition; he was simply outmatched. There's nothing to say about it. Besides, there are still several hundred members of the Jin family in the capital city. They don't want to be buried with the Gu family."

"That family never provoked Taichu from the beginning, and Naluo even fought alongside us in the war of revenge. That old fox Nayuan saw that things were going wrong a long time ago."

Lord Wu'an's voice grew louder and louder.

"The three major families have agreed to provide all intelligence on their collusion with personnel within the military. No one on the list will escape."