Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Fang Heng felt very strange.
Previously, his back was facing the can, but he could sense that a can was being thrown at him from behind.
In the end, it turned out to be true!
The can that came at him from behind, regardless of the angle and strength, was the same as the perceived state of the can!
Could it be because of the in-game skill danger perception?
Fang Heng thought and looked down at his palm again.
He clenched his fist tightly.
It seemed that he had also become stronger…
Could it be that transmigration had brought about a change in his body?
There was such an advantage?
Fang Heng shook his head and temporarily stopped thinking about these things. He walked into Villa No. 3.
The villa was cleaned thoroughly.
The first floor was a public living room, while the second and third floors were separated from each other.
Fang Heng’s room was 301.
It was located on the left side of the third floor of the villa.
“The company is really rich.”
Fang Heng walked up to the third floor and entered the room. He casually placed the daily necessities he bought on the table and lay down comfortably on the sofa.
“I bought it for nothing. There are all kinds of daily necessities ready-made. It’s 100% new…”
Fang Heng went to take a shower. When he came back, he felt bored so he went to check out the official game forum.
The newly opened forum of District 8.
Fang Heng glanced at the page. The forum was filled with the ‘mourning’ of various players and all kinds of pleas for help.
[It’s over, it’s all over. The house has been demolished, and there’s no food left. I can’t hold on anymore. Should I kill myself?]
[Brother, stop talking. I’m hungry just like you. Don’t kill yourself. Hold on for as long as you can! It’s counted as part of the game’s duration! You only have three lives. You have to hold on!]
[Hehe, our team was harassed by zombies again last night. We don’t have the energy to go out and explore during the day. We’ll just lie down and starve again.]
[What if my teammates are infected? Can they be saved?]
[They can’t be saved. Tie them up and wait for them to turn into zombies.]
[Some tree roots can be eaten, but there’s a chance of diarrhoea. I suggest you mix them with food every day…]
[We’re short of nails. Does anyone know how to get nails? ]
[The big boss upstairs has started to build a shelter? Tell me, how did you get food?]
[The shelter has been attacked. What should we do if a few zombies block the entrance? Brothers, help me think of a way out. It’s quite urgent.]
[Don’t say anything. Just close your eyes and muddle along for a while!]
Most of the posts were about players exchanging experiences. How could they starve better and muddle along better to lengthen the game time?
Fang Heng browsed through the posts. He felt that the content was almost the same. There were no practical survival skills, so he did not continue reading.
Tomorrow’s mission location was Hope Town.
Hope Town was about 200 kilometres away from the apocalypse merchant camp. Fang Heng estimated that it would take three to six hours to get there by motorcycle, depending on the road conditions.
Fang Heng tried to search the forum for information related to Hope Town.
Line-marked red information appeared on the first page.
The post was posted by the forum management three days ago.
The federal government has cleared a large farm warehouse in District 8 and turned it into a temporary shelter and material collection point.
The location is about three kilometres south of Hope Town.
Any player in District 8 can get shelter in the warehouse for free.
The federal government will be responsible for the safety of the players.
But the federal government will not provide any survival material resources to the survivors.
In addition, the federation would also issue various resource collection missions to the players. The players could choose to exchange their resources with the federation for real-world coins.
“Exchanging resources for money? I wonder if they lack wooden planks…”
Fang Heng muttered softly.
Even if they did, Fang Heng would not exchange wooden planks for money with the federation.
As Fang Heng gradually gained a foothold in the game, he first occupied the prison and was also the first to complete the establishment of the super-large shelter…
Unknowingly, Fang Heng’s ambition was also expanding.
In the beginning, he only wanted to make a living in the game.
Now, Fang Heng’s mentality had changed.
His goal was to build a formidable shelter in the game and become an overlord on equal footing with the federation.
The federation was one of his competitors.
Fang Heng naturally had no intention of selling materials to his competitors.
Unless the price they offered was irresistible.
Fang Heng clicked the ‘return’ button on the web page.
He thought that maybe he could take the opportunity to go to the temporary shelter of the federation tomorrow and find out about the strength of the federation.
There were not many posts about Hope Town after searching.
Fang Heng continued to browse through the page.
According to the information released by many players, Hope Town was currently filled with zombies.
Among them, there were many high-level mutated zombies.
Ordinary players couldn’t even get close to Hope Town, let alone enter it.
The federation seemed to have some ideas about Hope Town. They had been trying to lure the zombies away from the town in small batches over the past few days.
The results were quite good. The density of zombies in the town was much lower than before.
Fang Heng browsed through the posts one by one.
“Eh? Recruitment post?”
Fang Heng narrowed his eyes.
Location: Hope Town, recruitment of combat-type explorers.
Description: Enter Hope Town Hospital to find something. If you are willing, you can contact me for a detailed discussion. The reward will definitely satisfy you.
Description: This mission is very difficult. Those who are interested can chat privately.
Hmm? There are still people who want to enter Hope Town Hospital?
Fang Heng was on high alert.
Could it be that he had received the same mission?
Fang Heng rubbed his chin. He saw that the poster, Old Black, was online and tried to send him a message.
Fang Heng: “I am very interested in the mission you posted.”
Old Black immediately replied.
Old Black: “I need you to prove your strength first.”
Fang Heng: “I’m Fang Heng, a former professional player. You can go online and look up my information.”
Old Black: “I’ll go look it up.”
After a while, old black sent another message.
Old Black: “Very good. Other than you, there will be some other people participating in the mission tomorrow. If you’re interested, you can find me at the federation’s warehouse. We can meet and discuss it in detail.”
Fang Heng: “What’s the reward?”
Old Black: “30 King of Gods’ points.”
Fang Heng raised his eyebrows.
He had King of Gods’ points!?
In the King of Gods’ game, players could use King of Gods’ points to exchange for all sorts of high-value rare items in the King of Gods’ space.
Compared to survival points, King of Gods’ points were more precious and harder to obtain.
In addition, King of Gods’ points could be exchanged for survival points at a ratio of 1:100, but survival points could not be exchanged for King of Gods’ points.
Fang Heng replied once more.
Fang Heng: “I accept the mission. Tomorrow at noon, the federal warehouse outside Hope Town.”
Old Black: “I’ll wait for you.”
After flipping through a few more pages of posts, he saw that there was no more useful news related to Hope Town. Fang Heng closed the web page and fell asleep..