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

News from the Kyoto area section of the regional channel is flooding the screen.

"Kyoto North District, team up to farm corpses, need another DPS, quick!"

"We need a tank in the South District. Level 10 or higher, Bronze or higher gear required. Let's form a group quickly!"

"There's an elite monster spawn point in the West District. Let's get some experienced guys, and split the loot."

"Buying all kinds of supply cards in the East District, high price offered, DM me if you have any."

Team-up messages scrolled by one after another, a stark contrast to the overwhelming sense of urgency felt seven days ago when the zombie horde was looming. Players seemed to have emerged from the shadow of that SSS-level zombie horde and were beginning to return to their normal lives. Killing rotting zombies, running dungeons, gathering supplies, leveling up—this was how daily life should be in a post-apocalyptic survival game.

But some people still noticed something was wrong.

"Why is it so quiet lately? There's not that sense of urgency anymore," a player with the ID "Wind Blows into My Crotch" asked in the channel.

"That seems to be true!" someone echoed. "Before, there were server-wide announcements all the time, but now there aren't even any regional announcements. It feels strange."

"Didn't you notice? Seven days ago, the Gu family was wiped out, and the other three major families in Kyoto suddenly became much more low-key. Then the entire city of Kyoto became quiet. Individual battles, zombie hordes, counterattacks, and the siege of the Gu family—all those big moves have disappeared."

"It's true! The Gu family was the head of the four major families in Kyoto. They were wiped out just like that. The Jin family, the Na family, and the He family are now all keeping their tails between their legs, afraid of being targeted."

"I'm just curious about one thing: where did the Great God 'Primordial' go? Why isn't he causing trouble anymore?"

The channel exploded the moment the message was posted.

"How dare you! How dare you address the First God by his name?!"

"presumptuous!"

"You dare call the First God by his name?"

"Exactly, outrageous!"

In the regional chat, several die-hard fans were relentlessly berating the player who had been spewing nonsense. The player, silenced by the insults, finally managed to weakly type, "I'm sorry, okay... What on earth is that 'First God' doing?"

"have no idea."

"Curiosity plus one."

"Add one."

"Add one."

"Add one, maintain formation."

The message was flooding the regional channels, but no one could answer the question.

Just then, a player who seemed to be in the know spoke up:

"Stop spamming. I know a little about that man's story."

The scrolling stopped instantly.

"If you know, why aren't you saying anything?"

"Tell me quickly!"

"Sunflower seeds, peanuts, and mineral water are ready."

The man didn't keep them in suspense and typed directly: "I heard that after the Gu family was destroyed, that man returned to the capital city, but he hasn't come out for seven whole days."

"Seven days? A week? I don't believe any man can endure that kind of loneliness."

"That's true..."

"It's true, he lives in a remote place. The 'Shadow Master' is stationed there, along with the recently appeared 'Shadow Master,' the two of them are guarding it. Even if Lord Wu'an requests an audience, he can't."

The news caused an immediate uproar on the regional channels.

"Holy crap? Even the Marquis of Wu'an can't get an audience?"

"The Shadow Master and the Dark Master are personally guarding the gate? That's quite a show of power."

"Isn't that obvious? He's the number one man in the China region."

"I heard that Shadow Master only recently started following the First God."

"Tsk tsk, no wonder he's the number one man in China. Only those on the list are qualified to follow him."

"What I'm curious about is, what has he been doing all this time without going out?"

"Curiosity plus one."

"Add one."

"Add one."

……

Because no one knew that in that remote corner, after Shen Xi entered her own blessed land, a dream that lasted for seventy days continued.

In the western part of Kyoto, there is a secluded courtyard.

The courtyard was small, with three dilapidated tile-roofed houses, half of the courtyard wall collapsed, and weeds growing rampant. This place originally belonged to a peripheral member of the Gu family, but it was left empty after the Gu family's downfall and was casually occupied by Shen Xi.

At that moment, two figures stood at the entrance of the courtyard.

A man two meters tall, shrouded in a silver-gray uniform, with a hood covering most of his face except for his sharply defined jawline, stood there like a statue, a massive dark gold shield draped over his left arm and a jet-black spear slung over his right shoulder.

Mingying.

Another figure crouched on his shoulder, less than eighty centimeters tall, also wearing a silver-gray uniform, but several sizes too small, hanging loosely on his body. The hood was pulled low, covering most of his face, revealing only a pair of scarlet eyes. Those eyes gleamed eerily in the darkness, like two cold rubies.

shadow.

One big and one small, one tall and one short, one bright and one dark.

The two of them have been guarding that place for seven days.

Lord Wu'an stood outside the courtyard, looking at the two figures, and his lips twitched slightly.

He has come several times already.

Every time, it's the same result.

Neither Mingying nor Anying spoke. The two stood there, their silence conveying four words: Keep out of reach.

Lord Wu'an took a deep breath and stepped forward.

As soon as he reached the courtyard gate, Mingying turned her head slightly, and her deep eyes fell on him.

The shadow's crimson eyes also turned towards it.

The shadow's crimson eyes also turned towards it.

Two completely different killing intents locked onto him simultaneously. One was as heavy as a mountain, the other as cold as a snake.

Wu Anjun's back instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

He stopped, raised his hands, and made a "I'm harmless" gesture.

"I'll just stand here, I'm not going in." He tried to keep his voice calm. "Is Taichu here? I need to talk to him."

Mingying neither spoke nor moved.

The shadow did move; it turned its face to the side, leaving Wu'an Jun with the back of its head.

Lord Wu'an: "..."

He'd spent most of his life in the Kyoto Military Region; he'd seen it all. Being ignored by a two-meter-tall giant was one thing, but now even a little kid less than a meter tall dared to give him the cold shoulder?

He gritted his teeth and endured it.

"Fine, you guys are impressive." Lord Wu'an took two steps back, leaned against the half-collapsed courtyard wall, crossed his arms, and said, "I'll be waiting."

He waited and waited for most of the day.

We waited from dawn until noon, and from noon until dusk.

The two figures in the courtyard remained motionless.

Lord Wu'an began to wonder if these two guys never got tired. Mingying was one thing, but that little one was perched on Mingying's shoulder without moving. Didn't his legs go numb?

"This Primordial Beginning..." Lord Wu'an shook his head, sighed with a wry smile, "What on earth is he up to?"

He recalled that a week ago, he had spent 500,000 gold coins plus 500 pieces of bronze equipment and props to buy the complete map of the Gu family's underground palace from Tai Chu. He thought he could use this achievement to impress the old commander, but instead, he was scolded when he got back.

"Five hundred thousand gold coins? Are you crazy? Do you think the military has it easy to accumulate that much wealth?!"

"And those five hundred pieces of bronze equipment and props—do you know how many soldiers scrimped and saved up for them?!"

"If you squander money like this again, you'll be sent to the front lines as a scout!"

Wu Anjun really wanted to say that the map was absolutely worth the price. But seeing the old commander's ashen face, he swallowed the words he was about to say.

This time, I came to Taichu not to ask for a refund, but for something else.

However, given the current situation, it was all for naught, so Lord Wu'an had no choice but to leave.

Meanwhile, inside the blessed land.

Shen Xi has been lying on that luxurious leather sofa for seven days now.

Based on the 10:1 time flow rate of the blessed land, seven days outside is equivalent to seventy days inside.

Seventy days.

He lay there, motionless, as if asleep.

In his dream.

The cold rain pelted my face.

The slender blade pierced his chest, through his heart, and emerged from his back. Blood flowed down the blade, mingling with the rainwater to form a dark red pool on the ground.

He looked down at the sword, the familiar jade pendant hanging from the end of the hilt.

That was the jade pendant he risked his life to obtain.

That was a token of love he gave to Jiang Luqing.

That was his last memory from his previous life.

"Go in peace, Xi Zhan."

This is someone else's voice. There were others when they surrounded and killed him, including the Bloodthirsty War God.

Shen Xi looked up and saw that face.

Jiang Luqing.

She stood before him, rain soaking her hair, which clung to her pale cheeks. In her hand she held the longsword that pierced his chest, a cold smile playing on her lips.

Behind her, Gu Yungui had his arm around her waist, laughing unrestrainedly.

"Brother, thank you for taking care of me for the past ten years. Your resources, your woman, everything you have... I'll gladly accept them."

Shen Xi looked at the two faces, at the long sword that had pierced her chest, and at the familiar jade pendant at the end of the hilt.

He was not angry.

The excruciating pain spread to every part of his body.

Consciousness receded like the tide.

Finally, what filled my ears was the unrestrained, maniacal laughter of the man and woman.

Darkness swallowed everything.

Shen Xi's consciousness floated above this darkness, like an observer.

He watched his corpse from his previous life lie in a pool of blood, watched Jiang Luqing and Gu Yungui walk away, and watched the rain wash over his unseeing face.

"Dawn Battle"

He murmured that name.

That was his nickname in the game from his previous life.

In the apocalypse of the decade ago, he fought his way up from the beginner village to level 90 War God, using this name. The "war" in Blood War God is the "dawn" of the character "曦" (xi).

"Dawn Battle"

It turned out to be the case.

Shen Xi's gaze fell on the sword blade that had pierced the chest. At the end of the hilt, the jade pendant still swayed gently in the rain.

"So, you wanted me to experience...the feeling of betrayal again?"

He murmured to himself. At this moment, Shen Xi was in a state of utmost peace, without the slightest emotional fluctuation.

"He almost killed me. He truly deserves to be called a guy who reached this level through bloody battles." The man who severed Shen Xi's Achilles tendons from behind, rendering Shen Xi unable to move, the Bloodthirsty War God, Xiao Potian, couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, if the Gu family hadn't been willing to spend so much and used five legendary items, we might not have been able to kill him." The rain in the sky was cold and biting, and another man slowly fell down, the Frost Moon Mage, Mu Hanqing.

"Hahaha, humans, what a bunch of people who can't unite. Next time there's a good opportunity like this where you can kill a powerful human and get a generous reward, remember to call me again." From the darkness, a rotting corpse emerged. It was the Illusion Monarch, the rotting corpse that died in the counterattack war in this life. In his previous life, he had become a monarch of level 90 or above. After appearing, it glanced at Shen Xi's corpse, nodded in satisfaction, and then quickly left.