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

Inside the dimly lit subway station, the emergency lights flickered overhead, illuminating the entire passageway as if it were a ghost town.

Shen Xi led Ming Ying along the abandoned railway tracks deeper into the northern district. The rails beneath their feet were rusted and the sleepers were rotten, making a creaking sound as they stepped on them. The walls on both sides were covered with various graffiti, but at this moment, the bright colors looked particularly eerie in the dim light.

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Golden light swirled in his eyes, and information from within a hundred meters surged forth like a tide. Eighty meters ahead, three rotting corpses lay sprawled in an abandoned train carriage. Their levels were low: Level 8 Common, Level 9 Elite—not worth mentioning.

Further away, scattered red dots could be seen moving slowly.

Shen Xi withdrew her gaze and opened the map panel.

Five golden stronghold dots flashed on the map. The closest one to him was in the North District, about two kilometers away, and was marked as "North District Transfer Hall".

As seen on the map, it's a transportation hub, the intersection of three subway lines. The area is spacious, well-connected, and easily defensible.

"That's it." Shen Xi turned off the map and quickened her pace.

Mingying followed behind, the Lion Wall on his left arm and the Asura Spear on his right shoulder, his two-meter-tall body like a moving sculpture.

The two walked forward along the track.

As they passed the abandoned train carriage, three rotting corpses leaped out. Shen Xi didn't even bother to pull out the Pangu Axe; his left hand flashed with the Hongmeng Pearl, and a purple arc of electricity exploded out.

Lightning Chain!

Lightning shot out from the Primordial Pearl, striking the chest of the foremost level 9 elite. With 180% spell damage plus the 50% true damage from the Chaos class, the corpse was instantly electrocuted into charred remains. Arcs of electricity leaped, and the second and third fell in quick succession.

[Killed 1 level 9 elite zombie, EXP +68, Gold +45!]

[Killed 2 level 8 common zombies, EXP +96, Gold +62!]

The "All Things Return to Storage" event is automatically triggered, and the light sphere is instantly stored in the storage space.

Shen Xi didn't even glance at the three corpses and continued forward.

The rest of the journey was almost entirely a one-sided massacre.

There are quite a few rotting corpses on the tracks, and you can encounter a wave every few hundred meters. There are as few as two or three, and as many as seven or eight, but they are not high level, the most being level 12 elites.

Shen Xi wielded the Primordial Pearl in his left hand and the Pangu Axe in his right, employing both physical and magical attacks simultaneously. Close-range rotting corpses were eliminated with a single strike of the Pangu Axe; distant corpses were cleared by chain lightning. Occasionally, when a few fast-moving corpses rushed towards him, Mingying's Asura Spear would thrust out from the side, delivering a fatal blow.

The two worked together seamlessly, sweeping all the way through.

[Killed 1 level 10 elite zombie, EXP +85, Gold +52!]

[Killed 3 level 9 common zombies, EXP +153, Gold +98!]

[Slayed Level 11 Boss Corpse x1, EXP +120, Gold +75!]

The system is displaying a message indicating excessive screen refresh.

The experience bar steadily increased, while the number of gold coins fluctuated slowly. Although the gains were negligible compared to killing players in the first phase, the advantage lay in its safety and stability.

After walking for about fifteen minutes, the view ahead suddenly opened up.

The overhead dome transforms from low pipes into a tall concrete arch, while the walls on either side recede back, creating a vast space. The floor is covered with cracked marble tiles, and scattered around are abandoned ticket machines, overturned turnstiles, and broken GG signs.

North District Transfer Hall.

Shen Xi stopped and scanned her surroundings.

In the all-seeing field of vision, there were no rotting corpses or players in this vast space; it was completely empty, with only a few emergency lights emitting a faint glow in the corners.

In the very center of this space, there was a huge halo on the ground, emitting a pale blue light. At the center of the halo, a golden sphere the size of a fist floated, slowly rotating.

stronghold.

Shen Xi stepped into the halo.

[System Notification: Team "Primordial" has occupied the stronghold "North District Transfer Hall"!]

[Points accumulation begins: +1/second!]

Shen Xi glanced at the leaderboard. His and Ming Ying's points were slowly increasing at a rate of 1 point per second.

Not many, but they are stable.

At 1 point per second for three hours, that's 10800 points.

With the points they had left, they had enough to secure a place in the top ten.

"Mingying," Shen Xi said, "stay here."

Mingying nodded and squatted down. The Lion Wall slammed into the ground with a dull thud. The Asura Spear rested on his shoulder, and his two-meter-tall body resembled a guardian deity.

Shen Xi leaned against a pillar, not moving.

This competition format is too favorable for him.

Meanwhile, the regional channels were in an uproar.

[Regional Channel - Kyoto Subway Station]

"The North District transfer hall is occupied! It's Taichu and Mingying!"

"Just two people, and they've taken over a base? All the other teams have ten people. What gives them the right?"

"Because they are Taichu and Mingying! You disagree? Go ahead and rob them!"

"I'm not going to my death... But didn't the Jin and He families go to the North District? Weren't they looking for revenge against Tai Chu? Now that Tai Chu has taken over the stronghold, they must know."

"The Jin and He families have six teams, sixty people in total, against only two people. How could they possibly lose?"

"It's hard to say. Those two are ranked first and second on the leaderboard. Can the ordinary team members handle it?"

"Helian Tieshu is Helian Tieshu! Now it's sixty men against two! They could drown them with a single spit from each of them!"

"Too……"

Shen Xi watched the discussions with great interest.

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He is waiting.

They waited for the Jin and He families to come to their door.

In the spectator stands.

Everyone was staring at the image on the screen. In the North District transfer hall, Shen Xi leaned against a pillar, closing her eyes to rest, while Ming Ying stood there motionless.

On the map, the area in the north is moving towards the transfer hall.

The Jin and He families have arrived.

Helian Batian sat in his chair, his eyes glued to the screen. His son was dead, killed by the Mingying Spear. Now, he would watch those people pay for his son's death.

Jin Mantang's face was equally grim. Jin Buhuan had been cleaved in two by Tai Chu's axe. The Jin family's reputation had been trampled on and rubbed into the ground.

At this moment, six full-strength squads are rapidly approaching Taichu and Mingying.

"Kill them," Jin Mantang murmured. "We must kill them..."

Beside him, Na Yuan adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses but remained silent. He simply stared at the screen, his gaze complex.

Gu Tianxin leaned back in her chair, a cold smile playing on her lips.

Taichu, aren't you arrogant? Sixty people are going to take on the two of you. Let's see how arrogant you are then.

In the military-only area, an elderly man in his seventies leaned back in his chair, watching the screen with great interest.

"Old sir, the Jin and He families, with sixty people in total, have surrounded them," a major general whispered. "Should we...?"

"No need," the old man waved his hand, interrupting him. "Let's see what happens."

He paused, a glint of anticipation in his eyes.

"Let me see just how powerful this Primordial Beginning really is."

Inside the instance, in the North District transfer hall.

Footsteps came from all directions.

Shen Xi opened her eyes.

Mingying remained standing motionless in the center of the stronghold. But his Asura Spear had been lowered from his shoulder, its tip pointing towards the ground.

Shen Xi stood up.

He walked to Mingying's side and looked into the depths of the passage.

In the darkness, shadowy figures could be seen.

One, two, three... more and more, densely packed, surging out from the depths of the passage.

People from the Jin family, people from the He family.

Leading the group were two middle-aged men. One was short and stout with a menacing face, wearing heavy plate armor and wielding a massive iron hammer. The other was lean and wielded a sinister expression, wearing black leather armor and carrying two short swords at his waist.

Jin Bupo, the temporary head of the Jin family and Jin Buhuan's cousin. A level 13 warrior.

Helian Tiegu, the temporary head of the He family and Helian Tieshu's cousin. A level 13 assassin.

Behind them stood a dense crowd of people.

Sixty people stared intently at Shen Xi and Ming Ying.

Jin Bupo raised his iron hammer and pointed it at Shen Xi.

"Taichu," his voice was low and filled with rage, "You killed my brother. I will avenge him!"

Shen Xi looked at him without saying a word.

Helian Tiegu drew his twin swords, the tips pointing at Mingying.

"You killed Iron Tree." His voice was icy, squeezed out from between his teeth. "Today, you'll have to give me an explanation."

Shen Xi remained silent.

He simply carried the Pangu Axe, leaned against the door frame, and calmly looked at the sixty people.

Mingying stood in front of him, the Lion Wall blocking his chest, the Asura Spear hanging low.

Jin Bupo's expression grew increasingly grim.

"In the beginning! Are you deaf?" he snapped. "I'm asking you a question!"

Shen Xi finally spoke, her voice flat and indifferent.

"If you're going to fight, then fight. Stop with the nonsense."

Jin Bupo's face instantly turned bright red.

"court death!"

He raised his hammer, ready to charge.

But Helian Tiegu stopped him.

"Wait a minute," Helian Tiegu said in a low voice, "Something's not right with these two."

Jin Bupo was taken aback: "Something's not right?"

Helian Tiegu stared at Mingying with a solemn expression.

"Look at that big guy, he didn't move an inch from beginning to end. There are sixty of us standing here, and he didn't even blink."

Jin Bupo swallowed hard.

"So what?"

"That means he's not afraid." Helian Tiegu's voice lowered even further. "They're very confident."

Jin Bupo's expression changed.

"Sixty men against two, what makes them think they can win?"

Helian Tiegu shook his head.

"I don't know. But my brother died at his hands. You saw my brother's berserk state. Do you think someone who could kill my brother in a head-on confrontation would be easy to deal with?"

Jin Bupo fell silent.

He recalled Jin Buhuan's death. One axe blow, just one axe blow. The Iron Wall class, renowned for its defense, didn't even have time to raise its shield.

Would someone like that really be afraid of sixty people?

He hesitated.

The members of the Jin and He families behind them also began to whisper among themselves.

"Why haven't you made a move yet?"

"What are Jin Bupo and Helian Tiegu whispering about?"

Are they scared?

"What's there to be afraid of? Sixty people against two, how can we lose?"

"Then you go ahead and do it."

"I……"

Shen Xi sighed as she watched this scene.

"Are you going to fight or not?" he asked, his voice full of impatience. "If you're not going to fight, get out of here and stop getting in my way."

Jin Bupo's face darkened completely.