I am the Executioner Dragon, but a cute mod.

Ten minutes isn't a long time; it's just a short break. Just before the time was about to reset, the man in the floral shirt approached the man with the buzz cut.

"There's still one thing I don't understand: what's the approximate survival rate for newcomers in the Main God Space?"

Seeing that the man in the floral shirt had regained his composure after a brief moment of panic, the man with the buzz cut felt a little annoyed. To deliberately show any unease on the man's face, he gave a lower number:

"In the Main God Space, the survival rate for newbies is only seven percent."

"Seven percent?"

The man in the floral shirt paused for two seconds, maintaining his composure, and said:

"Only by surviving can one have the right to live in the Main God Space? In that case, let's make a deal."

Upon hearing this, the man with the buzz cut raised an eyebrow:

"What makes you think you're qualified to do business with me?"

The man in the floral shirt said:

"My death won't do you any good, but as long as I live, I'll owe you a favor. It's a win-win situation, so why not?"

Upon hearing this, the man with the buzz cut was taken aback. After thinking about it, he realized that it was indeed as the man in the floral shirt had said—a sure-fire way to make money.

Under normal circumstances, he might have agreed, but the situation is special now. With the leader present, wouldn't it be suicidal to pull these tricks?

To gauge his superior's attitude, the crew-cut man looked at the Executioner Dragon. As a high-level reincarnator, with her physical abilities, it was impossible for her not to have heard the conversation. So, the crew-cut man decided to try his luck...

Meanwhile, the Executioner Dragon, suspecting that his system panel was broken, devoted himself entirely to it.

Possessing power at the level of a supreme god, the Executioner Dragon only needs to have the thought of "repairing the system panel" in mind to turn the thought into reality.

Therefore, the system panel easily displayed the information normally, and the Execution Dragon focused its attention on the system panel, remaining indifferent to the outside world.

This appearance caught the eye of the man with the buzz cut.

...The leader didn't look at me. Does that mean she can tolerate such petty actions? Or is this just a perfectly normal investment?

With that thought in mind, the man with the buzz cut no longer hesitated and turned to the man in the floral shirt, saying:

"Tell me, what do you want?"

The man in the floral shirt said:

"Give me a gun, and as many bullets as you can."

"gun?"

The man with the buzz cut frowned. In this zombie apocalypse, guns were hardly good weapons, especially for non-military personnel where zombies were extremely sensitive to sound.

The man in the floral shirt just smiled and offered no explanation.

The man with the buzz cut didn't say anything, but handed him the semi-automatic pistol from his waist and the two boxes of ammunition from his inventory, along with a silencer...

Soon, the ten-minute countdown ended, and as he had said, the buzz-cut man returned to the main god space after the countdown reached zero, leaving only the three men and two women who were new reincarnators and the Executioner Dragon.

After the man with the buzz cut left, the man in the floral shirt tried to unite the group of strangers. His gaze swept over everyone and finally settled on the Executioner Dragon, who was studying the system panel.

...That guide just now seemed to have been watching her the whole time? It seems she's far more complex than she appears. I don't care about the others, I need to find out more about her.

Thinking this, the man in the floral shirt coughed lightly, drawing everyone's attention, and then spoke:

"The safe house is no longer in operation. I'm sure you've all seen zombie movies. If you don't want to be discovered by zombies, please be quiet. Let me introduce myself first."

My name is Li Xiaogang, I am thirty-seven years old this year. I started working as a child scout in Syria when I was twelve years old to help support my family, and I have served in the military for twenty-five years.

I am very skilled with semi-automatic pistols. My accuracy rate is over 80% within 25 meters, over 70% within 50 meters, and less than 60% beyond 50 meters.

Time is running out. Before the zombies find us, let's quickly introduce our respective strengths. I need to devise a plan to ensure our survival...

The man in the floral shirt was taken aback by his words, but then his face lit up with joy.

In this post-apocalyptic world inhabited by zombies, having a teammate with 25 years of military service provides a tremendous sense of security.

The group couldn't help but regard the man in the floral shirt (Li Xiaogang) as their leader, and they all started introducing their own special skills.

The first to speak was the high school student in the blue and white school uniform. He adjusted his glasses and said:

"Big brother, my name is Chen Yu. I'm not very good at sports, but I'm really good at doing practice problems. I can do three mock exams in an hour with an accuracy rate of over 90%..."

Hearing this, Li Xiaogang nodded silently, mentally categorizing the high school student as the type who "could be pushed out to block zombies".

Next, an office worker introduced himself. He was wearing a business suit, and his dark circles under his eyes betrayed his anxiety. He spoke cautiously:

"My name is Xu Jiang. I don't have any special skills... but I have fatty liver and migraines, so I can't do strenuous exercise."

Li Xiaogang nodded again, mentally categorizing this office worker and the high school student from before into the same type.

Next to speak was a girl wearing loose short sleeves. Her complexion was much better than that of the office worker, but what she said wasn't much better:

"My name is Xu Na. I have a big appetite. Does that count as a special skill?"

Shield +1

Li Xiaogang nodded again, then looked at the second girl. She was squatting in the corner of the store. When Li Xiaogang looked at her, she didn't say anything, just squatted there in a daze, as if she had autism.

“…………”

Li Xiaogang was speechless for a moment. Even with his composure, he couldn't help but curse inwardly:

[Is the Main God Space so short-staffed? They're just picking up useless guys...]

Finally, Li Xiaogang turned his attention to Executioner Dragon. He didn't care too much about the first four teammates, no matter how useless they were. He just hoped that this cute girl dressed like a young lady in purple was as unassuming as he had guessed...

"Is it my turn to introduce myself? So soon?"

Seeing everyone looking at him, the Execution Dragon, who had been studying the system panel, came back to his senses. However, just as he was about to introduce himself in the same way as the others, he was stumped by the first sentence.

...Speaking of which, if I'm going to disguise myself as a human, shouldn't I choose a human name? But how do I choose a human name? It's so troublesome.

The Executioner Dragon looked worried as he surveyed the shop's surroundings, trying to find inspiration from an item to come up with a human name.

Not long after, the Executioner Dragon saw an open book on the ground. Although the writing was strange, He could understand it.

He glanced at it, his gaze lingering on one name. The Executioner's eyes lit up, and he said:

"My name is Lilith, Lilith Ampese."

“…………”

Li Xiaogang was stunned for a moment, then followed the Executioner's gaze to the book on the ground and saw the name on the book.

He looked away, pretending not to know what was happening, and continued listening to the Executioner's self-introduction...