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

The cold rain pounded on her face, mixing with the warm liquid welling up in her chest, and Shen Xi's vision gradually blurred.

The slender blade pierced the heart, and blood trickled down the blade, mingling with the torrential rain.

At the end of the sword hilt, the jade pendant that Shen Xi had risked his life to obtain was swaying gently with Jiang Luqing's movements, just like how she was nestled in Gu Yungui's arms, laughing heartily.

"Why..." Shen Xi opened her mouth.

"Why?" Jiang Luqing looked down at him, the face that had once haunted his dreams now filled with mockery. "Shen Xi, you don't actually think I'd like a fool who's been killing corpses for ten years, do you?"

"Yun Gui's father is in the military. Do you think you're even a match for him?"

Gu Yungui's hand caressed her waist, glancing at her with disdain: "Brother, thank you for your 'care' over the past ten years. Your resources, your woman, everything you have... I'll gladly accept them."

The excruciating pain spread to every part of his body, but what hurt even more was his overwhelming hatred.

ten years!

Ten years of struggle in the apocalypse! He fought his way through this cannibalistic world, entrusting his back to so-called brothers and offering his heart to the woman he loved, only to be met with this fatal blow!

"I... am not reconciled..."

As consciousness receded like the tide, what finally filled my ears was the unrestrained, maniacal laughter of the man and woman.

Darkness swallowed everything.

……

"Hah...!"

Shen Xi suddenly sat up in bed, her chest heaving violently, as if she had just escaped from a long nightmare.

Where is the rain? Where is the sword? Where is the laughter of that adulterous couple?

He touched his chest with trembling hands; the skin was intact, without wounds or blood.

Only the heart was pounding in the chest cavity.

"Still alive."

"What happened?"

Shen Xi was a little confused about the situation.

Looking around, the 10-square-meter room contained a narrow wooden bed, mottled walls, a moldy ceiling, and a faint smell of decay in the air. In the corner, a worn-out suitcase lay open, revealing a few pieces of clothing.

This place…

Long-buried memories were suddenly unleashed.

"The dormitory of rotting corpses."

On the first day of the apocalyptic game, the starting point for all "players"... was ten years ago!

Shen Xi rushed to the mirror by the wall.

The mirror reflected a young face, around twenty years old, with a hint of youthful naiveté in his features. However, his eyes were now brimming with a sense of world-weariness and ecstasy that were completely out of character for his age.

"It really was ten years ago!"

He was reborn! He came back from the dead, back to the very beginning of this damned game!

Just then, a cold, mechanical voice exploded in my mind without warning:

Welcome to the post-apocalyptic survival game!

[Mode: Dormitory Survival! (Beginner Mode)]

[Game Scene This Round: Corpse Dormitory]

[Time Limit: 5 days]

[Rules: 1. Day and night alternate; daytime is relatively safe, nighttime is extremely dangerous; 2. When the time limit ends, the survivors advance to the next round; 3. Death is a real death.]

Finally, I wish all you newbies... a pleasant gaming experience!

A pale blue, semi-transparent panel unfolds before your eyes, its simple lettering emitting a faint, cold light.

Post-apocalyptic survival... Beginner mode... Newbie...

The long-unheard form of address made Shen Xi momentarily dazed.

His trembling hands steadied.

Let's try again.

This time, he knew the true nature of the game beforehand; this time, he had ten years of experience in life-or-death battles; this time... it was time to settle the score with that despicable couple!

With a deft touch, I swipe across the empty panel and tap the [Communication] function.

The world channel is completely silent and is not currently open.

The regional channels, however, were in an uproar.

Regional Channel (Currently Online: 100/100)

"Is anyone there? Where the hell am I? I was just playing games in my dorm!"

"The windows are sealed shut! The door won't open! Help!"

"Hahahaha! I've awakened a system! I have a system now! I'm the chosen one!"

"Stop yelling, everyone upstairs has one of these, what are you getting so worked up about?"

"Waaaaah, I'm so scared! Is there any handsome guy who can protect me? I'm in room 308..."

"Get lost, I'll take down a whiny whiner with one punch each!"

"Hey 308, send me a picture. If it's a dinosaur, forget it."

"What kind of time is this for flirting? This door looks like it can be opened from the inside!"

"We can get out? Then let's get out of here right now! This awful place smells musty!"

……

Familiar information, chaotic scene.

Shen Xi glanced at it and then closed the channel.

A 100-player beginner's game.

Five years from now, I wonder if there will be at least ten people still breathing.

Most of these people will become victims of the initial elimination process.

Please set your game nickname!

The system prompt popped up again.

Shen Xi's eyes narrowed slightly.

In his previous life, he used... but that doesn't matter anymore. In this life, he's starting over, so...

With a light touch of the fingertip, two words were imprinted on the paper.

"In the beginning."

The nickname "Primordial" is available; character creation successful.

[Loading properties...]

[Player: Primordial (No Title)]

[Level: 0]

Experience: 0/10

【Strength: 17】

【Spirit: 13】

[Agility: 15]

[Physical Fitness: 12]

Free attribute points: 0

[Talent: Unawakened]

[Skills: None]

[Equipment: None]

[Space: 0]

[Mission: Survive in the Corpse Dormitory for 5 days (0/5)]

"The attributes are stronger than in my previous life." Shen Xi raised an eyebrow slightly.

I remember when I first entered the game, my four attributes averaged only around 8 points. This time, my starting point is almost double that.

"It seems that it's not just memories that have been reborn."

He didn't delay any longer and quickly scanned the room.

In the 10-square-meter room, besides the bed and suitcase, there were only a few dusty old books piled in the corner and a rusty key hanging behind the door.

Picking up the key, Shen Xi took a deep breath and opened the door.

squeak...

The door opened.

Outside the door was a dimly lit corridor with rows of closed dormitory doors on either side.

The musty smell in the air was stronger, mixed with a faint, indescribable fishy odor. The fluorescent lights overhead hissed, their light flickering and stretching his shadow, making it appear longer and shorter.

His room number is 444.

"Heh, how fitting." Shen Xi sneered and locked the door behind her.

In the apocalypse, a safe haven is more important than anything else.

Seven or eight people, men and women, had gathered in the corridor. Most of them looked frightened and were whispering among themselves.

Seeing Shen Xi come out alone, some people cast glances at her, but quickly looked away.

"That's why we need to stick together! Who knows what's going on out there?" A bespectacled, student-looking boy tried to organize things. "My name is Wang Zhe, everyone..."

Shen Xi had no interest in listening any further.

His goal was clear: that beginner's must-have item.

Based on his vague memory and ten years of gaming experience, he walked straight to the corner at the end of the corridor. There, a dark red fire extinguisher cabinet was embedded in the wall, its glass door covered with a thick layer of dust.

The cabinet door was unlocked.

Once pulled open, a fire axe with a dark red body and a gleaming, cold blade lay quietly on the stand.

The moment I gripped the axe handle, I felt its heavy weight.

At the same time, the item information appears before your eyes:

【Name: Fire Axe】

[Type: Weapon]

[Quality: Bronze]

Attack power: 14-18

[Durability: 30/30]

Special effects: None

[Note: A sturdy and reliable melee weapon, particularly effective against wooden obstacles and certain "vulnerable" targets.]

Bronze-level weapon!

During the beginner phase, this is simply a godsend.

Because most people can only find "blank" items like sticks and knives in the early stages, with an attack power of only three to five points.

This axe is enough to give him a huge advantage in the early stages.

"Luckily, it's still here." Shen Xi weighed the axe in her hand; it felt excellent.

Just as I was about to turn and leave, a clear murmur of conversation drifted into my ears.

"...Shameless! What time is it? Still doing that kind of thing in the room." A short-haired girl covered her nose, her face full of disgust.

"What is it, sister?" a boy who looked like a high school student asked curiously.

A young man in a floral shirt, looking rather sleazy, chuckled and slapped the boy on the back of the head: "Kid, don't ask questions like that." Then he leaned closer to the girl, winking and making faces, "Hey girl, which room is it? Tell us so everyone can judge."

The girl rolled her eyes, but still gestured towards the middle of the corridor with her chin: "411. The noise is so loud, it can be heard two rooms away, aren't you ashamed?"

411.

Shen Xi suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Memories of the past resurfaced.

In the previous life, about half an hour after the game started, Jiang Luqing and Gu Yungui came out of room 411 one after the other, their clothes disheveled.

When he arrived in the corridor, he saw his school's "goddess" and "good brother" and felt like he was seeing family! He easily attributed his slight unease to "the awkwardness of surviving a disaster".

Looking back now, there was no embarrassment in those eyes at all!

So, they were already together so early... so early!

I felt like a fool who got scammed by them.

That final sword strike must have been rehearsed a thousand times in their minds!

The fingers gripping the fire axe made a soft cracking sound from the excessive force.

A chilling killing intent uncontrollably emanated from his eyes, and the surrounding air seemed to drop several degrees. The people talking nearby subconsciously shivered and looked at the young man who had suddenly stopped in confusion.

"Hey, you..." The young man in the floral shirt was about to speak.

Shen Xi had already turned around.

He carried the dark red fire axe and walked towards room 411.

During the apocalypse of the decade, he learned the most important thing: if you have a grudge, settle it on the spot.

Overnight?

No, he can't even wait a second.

The corridor is not long.

The address 411 became clearer and clearer in the field of vision.

Sure enough, behind the old door, one could faintly hear unrestrained panting and taunting laughter, mixed with the slight shaking of the bed.

Shen Xi stood outside the door.

He slowly raised his left hand, his knuckles curled, and aimed it at the door panel.

Knock, knock, knock.

Three crisp knocks sounded on the door.

The sounds inside stopped abruptly.

A few seconds later, an impatient, exasperated man's voice rang out: "Who is it? Get lost!"

Shen Xi didn't say anything.

He simply raised his hand again calmly.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Damn it, are you sick in the head?!" The sounds of dressing and footsteps came from inside the door, getting closer and closer.

The door lock turned.

Click.

The door to room 411 was opened a crack.

A young face, filled with anger and with disheveled hair, emerged. It was Gu Yungui, the "good brother" who, ten years later, held Jiang Luqing in his arms on a rainy night and watched her breathe her last.

At this moment, his face still showed signs of flushing and impatience.

"You motherfucker..." Gu Yungui's curse was stuck in his throat.

His gaze met a pair of cold, lifeless eyes.

Gu Yungui's anger froze instantly, then turned into disbelief.

His mouth was open.

"It's you? You... how come..."

From inside the door came Jiang Luqing's sweet voice: "Yun Gui, who is it?"

Shen Xi looked at the rapidly growing fear in Gu Yungui's eyes and a cruel smile appeared on her lips.

Good, he recognized him.

Well then, the show begins.

With a flick of his wrist, the fire axe traced a full semicircle in the air, whistling past with ten years of pent-up hatred.

He slashed down fiercely at that terrified face!