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

Shen Xi took a deep breath and began cleaning.

Within the vision of his Eye of Truth, everything within a radius of several thousand meters was clearly visible. He crouched in the shadows behind a large tree, his gaze sweeping across the distant wasteland.

Soon, he spotted his first target.

Two men dressed in black night clothes were moving rapidly from the south towards the hills. Their speed and agility suggested they were highly trained scouts. They were taking an extremely treacherous route, avoiding open areas and advancing along the shadows of bushes and rocks.

But they couldn't escape Shen Xi's eyes.

The golden light of the Eye of Truth flowed in Shen Xi's pupils, and his gaze pierced through layers of bushes and rocks, taking in the every move of the two people.

"A spy for the Gu family."

Shen Xi stood up and walked out from behind the big tree.

He didn't conceal himself, because he knew that at their speed, it would take them at least five more minutes to reach the foot of the hill. Five minutes was enough time for him to do many things.

He walked behind a bush on the path the two men were bound to take, squatted down, and waited.

A minute and a half later, the two men disappeared into the bushes.

Then, they saw Shen Xi.

Those cold eyes were looking at them.

The two of them froze at the same time.

They opened their mouths, wanting to shout, but it felt like a stone was stuck in their throats, and they couldn't utter a single word.

The axe flashed.

"Click."

"Click."

Both heads flew off at the same time, black blood spurting out.

[Killed 2 level 14 human unit, +18 experience points!]

The system notification flashed by, but Shen Xi didn't even glance at it. He dragged the two corpses deeper into the bushes and covered them with dry branches and weeds.

"The 72th one."

he murmured.

The Gu family has quite a few spies.

He has been guarding this place and has already killed a total of seventy-two spies who came back to report the news.

The spies were scattered throughout the area surrounding Kyoto. Some disguised themselves as ordinary players, some hid in abandoned buildings in the wasteland, and some even infiltrated military patrols. They discovered the news of the large-scale military troop movement immediately and rushed back to deliver it to Gu Tianxin.

Unfortunately, none of them made it to the hill.

The X-ray vision of the Eye of Truth allowed Shen Xi to spot their tracks from thousands of meters away. He lay in ambush on their likely route, striking swiftly and decisively to kill them.

Shen Xi stood up and dusted off her hands.

In the direction from which those two people had just come, a path appeared in Shen Xi's Eye of Truth that he had not noticed before.

It was a secluded valley with steep cliffs on both sides. The valley floor was overgrown with wild grass and shrubs, and from the outside, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. However, the penetrating vision of the Eye of Truth penetrated the vegetation, and Shen Xi saw the end of the valley. There was a crack at the base of the cliff, and behind the crack was a man-made passage.

"Gu Tianxin, you old bastard, you really are a cunning rabbit with three burrows."

Fortunately, none of the messages were sent back.

Shen Xi crouched behind a rock outside the north exit, the golden light of his Eye of Truth flowing in his pupils, his gaze piercing through the heavy iron gate, taking in the distribution of guards inside the passage.

Seventeen people.

Two were at the entrance, five in the middle of the corridor, and ten in the guard room at the end of the corridor. They were well-equipped and highly trained, far superior to the outer perimeter members.

But in front of Shen Xi, they were no different from paper.

Just as he was about to make a move, he suddenly heard Mingying's consciousness fluctuations in his mind.

"arrive."

Shen Xi paused.

Just in time.

He stood up, his figure flashing across the wasteland like a ghost, and sped off towards the south.

On the wasteland, the sea of ​​people stretched as far as the eye could see.

The 50,000-strong contingent was already a formidable force when it set out from Kyoto, but during the two-plus hours of forced march, its numbers not only did not decrease, but actually increased.

Those solo players scattered around Kyoto City, upon hearing about the impending attack on the Gu family, spontaneously joined the team. Some crawled out of the ruins, some rushed out of dungeons, and some ran over from small outposts more than ten kilometers away.

Some wore tattered leather armor, some carried rusty weapons, and some were even shirtless and unarmed. Their equipment varied in quality and rank, but their eyes were all the same.

A deep-seated hatred.

"Sir!" A young officer ran breathlessly to Wu'an Jun's side, stood at attention, and saluted, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement. "Latest statistics show that the actual number of participants has exceeded 70,000! And it's still increasing!"

Lord Wu'an felt a slight tremor in his heart.

70,000.

It only took a little over two hours to go from 50,000 to 70,000.

He took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over the dark sea of ​​people behind him, then looking at the faintly visible hills in front of him.

That's where the Gu family's secret base is located.

"stop!"

Lord Wu'an raised his sword, the sound echoing across the wasteland.

Seventy thousand people stopped in unison, and the previously noisy footsteps, panting, and clashing weapons all disappeared in an instant.

Seventy thousand people stopped in unison, and the previously noisy footsteps, panting, and clashing weapons all disappeared in an instant.

The wasteland was deathly silent.

"Rest where you are and await further orders," Lord Wu'an said in a low voice.

Seventy thousand people began to rest on the spot, and the air was filled with a sense of impending doom.

Lord Wu'an stood at the front of the procession, his gaze sweeping over the surroundings, his brows furrowing slightly.

What about in the beginning?

He should be nearby.

Just then, a silver-gray figure emerged from behind a rock in front of them.

In the beginning.

Shen Xi walked up to Wu Anjun, and the two exchanged a glance without saying a word.

"How many exits have you found?" Lord Wu'an asked bluntly.

"Four." Shen Xi squatted down, picked up a dry twig, and quickly drew on the ground, "One single entrance on the south side, and three large entrances on the north, east, and west sides. Each entrance is heavily guarded, well-equipped, and well-trained."

Lord Wu'an frowned even more: "Four exits? That old bastard Gu Tianxin really left himself quite a few escape routes."

"Not just that." Shen Xi tapped the four exits with a dry twig. "These four are just the visible ones. I suspect there are secret underground passages connecting to even more distant places. Therefore, the outside must be completely sealed off."

Lord Wu'an was silent for a moment, then raised his head and looked at Shen Xi: "What do you mean?"

"There are five entrances in total, large and small, and we will attack from five directions." Shen Xi's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority. "Each direction will have ten thousand men, attacking simultaneously from five directions. The remaining twenty thousand men will form a circle around the outside, ensuring that not even a fly is allowed to escape."

The attack was launched in five directions, with 10,000 men in each direction.

"Cut the weeds and eliminate the roots." Lord Wu'an said, emphasizing each word.

"Yes." Shen Xi stood up, dusted off her hands, "The Gu family, leave no one alive."

The battle plan was quickly finalized.

Five entrances, five armies.

The south entrance is a single-player entrance, personally led by Shen Xi. This area has the narrowest terrain, allowing only one person to pass at a time; a large group cannot deploy. Ordinary players would be committing suicide by entering, but only Shen Xi has the ability to single-handedly break through.

For the other four large entrances and exits, we sent people to launch a strong attack.

The fifth force was an elite team temporarily selected by Wu Anjun from among casual players, jointly commanded by Liu Qing, Su Muqing, Wang Jun, Zhao Tiejun, Li Tiezhu, and Zhang Dashan. This force of ten thousand entered through a hidden passage discovered by Shen Xi, serving as a surprise attack on the core area of ​​the Gu family's secret base.

Five armies, a total of 50,000 men, launched an attack.

The remaining 20,000 men formed a circle around the perimeter. At least 2,000 men were stationed at each exit, while the rest were scattered around the hills, with a sentry post every 50 meters to ensure that no one could escape.

"Communications," Wu Anjun asked Shen Xi. "Once inside, there will definitely be signal jamming. How will you contact the outside?"

Shen Xi smiled faintly and patted her temple: "I have my own way."

Lord Wu'an did not pursue the matter further.

He had long been accustomed to the irrational things about Tai Chu.

"All units, take your positions!" Lord Wu'an raised his battle sword, his voice booming across the wasteland.

Seventy thousand people began to move.

Five directions, five armies, like five torrents of steel, surged toward the five entrances of the Gu family's secret base.

The top of the hill.

Mingying stood atop the highest rock, his silver-gray Starlight Rhythm Uniform fluttering in the morning breeze. His gaze swept across the surroundings, taking in the entire battlefield.

Five armies are rapidly taking their positions.

Shen Xi was already standing in front of the single entrance on the south side.

Mingying did not move.

He stood atop the mountain, and there stood Shen Xi's eyes.

Although the Eye of Truth is powerful, once Shen Xi enters the underground base, he can no longer see what's happening on the surface. With Mingying here, he can keep an eye on the perimeter, and if any escapees manage to get out from some unexpected place, Mingying can intercept them immediately.

South side, single entrance.

Shen Xi crouched outside the cave entrance, the golden light of his Eye of Truth swirling in his pupils. His gaze pierced through layers of rock walls, taking in the entire first level of the underground base.

Passageway, guard, trap.

Everything is clearly labeled.

"Gu Tianxin, I'm here."

First floor.

The dim emergency lights flickered on both sides of the passageway, illuminating the damp rock walls and rough stone floor. The air was thick with the smell of mildew, mixed with the stench of blood and some indescribable stench of decay.

Shen Xi walked along the passageway, her pace neither hurried nor slow.

He didn't conceal his presence, nor did he deliberately lighten his steps. Because there was no need.

The first guard appeared at the corner ahead.

He was a burly man in his early thirties, dressed in a black combat uniform with the golden character "Gu" embroidered on his chest, and holding a still-dripping machete. He was leaning against the rock wall, smoking, the embers of his cigarette flickering in the dim light.

He looked up when he heard footsteps.

Then, he saw Shen Xi.

Those cold eyes were looking at him.

The burly man's pupils suddenly contracted, and his mouth opened as if he wanted to shout, but it was as if a stone was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Because he recognized the person in front of him.

A silver-gray uniform and a dark gold battle axe.

In the beginning.

he came.

The burly man's legs were trembling, and he could barely hold the knife.

Shen Xi looked at him without saying a word.

Pangu's axe swept across.

A dark golden arc of light flashed across the dimness, and the burly man's head flew off with a thud. Black blood gushed from his severed neck, splattering onto the rock wall, particularly glaring under the emergency lights.

The headless corpse froze for a moment, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

[Killed 1 level 12 human unit, +8 experience points!]

The system notification flashed by so quickly that Shen Xi didn't even glance at it.

He continued forward.

The second guard is in the duty room in the middle of the passageway.

He was a middle-aged man in his early forties, with a face full of fleshy muscles and a hideous scar on his left cheek. He was sitting in a chair, legs crossed, gnawing on a chicken leg. On the table sat a bottle of beer and an old surveillance monitor, its screen filled with blurry, black-and-white images.

Shen Xi pushed open the door and entered.

The middle-aged man looked up and saw Shen Xi. The chicken leg slipped from his hand, fell to the ground, and rolled twice. His eyes widened, his mouth gaped open, and his face was filled with disbelief.

"Tai...Tai Chu?!" His voice trembled. "How...how did you get in?!"

Shen Xi did not speak.

He walked up to the middle-aged man and looked down at him.

Where is Gu Tianxin?

The middle-aged man's face was ashen, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Shen Xi frowned, too lazy to ask any more questions.

The axe flashed.

The head flew off.

[Killed 1 level 11 human unit, +7 experience points!]

Shen Xi didn't even glance at the corpse, turned around and walked out of the duty room, continuing forward.

The news began to spread rapidly within the Gu family's secret base.

"Primordial! Primordial has broken in!"

"He's all alone! He came in from the south entrance!"

"Everyone on the first floor is dead! Not a single one escaped!"

"We can't stop him! We simply can't stop him! He's too strong!"

Panic began to spread.

As Shen Xi walked through the passageway, each swing of the Pangu Axe took away a life.

He didn't use any skills.

Because it is not needed.

These people were nothing compared to him in terms of rank, equipment, and strength. He could kill them as easily as mowing grass.

One cut, one kill.

Two in one cut.

One cut, three.

The passageway was littered with corpses, and black blood flowed into streams.

Shen Xi walked through a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, her body covered in blood, but all that blood belonged to others. The automatic cleaning function of the Kyoto Rhythm uniform was running at full speed; on the silver-gray uniform, the black blood decomposed and disappeared at a visible speed, revealing the fabric beneath that shimmered with a faint silver-gray light.

His eyes were calm as still water.

For him, killing someone was no different from killing a rotting corpse.