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

The dream continues.

Shen Xi's consciousness floated above that darkness, like an observer, watching her previous life's corpse fall into a pool of blood, watching the rain wash over that unseeing face.

The Bloodthirsty War God Xiao Potian emerged from the shadows, followed closely by the Frost Moon Mage Mu Hanqing. The two stood in the rain, looking at the corpse lying in a pool of blood, their expressions somewhat grim.

Regardless of the circumstances, they were human, yet they joined forces with the rotting corpses to kill a powerful human. It's not a pleasant thing to talk about.

"Alright, no matter what, the mission is complete," Xiao Potian said first.

Mu Hanqing nodded, about to speak...

"Hahahaha!"

A sharp female voice came from the side, interrupting their conversation.

Jiang Luqing stood beside Shen Xi's corpse, rain soaking her hair and clinging to her pale cheeks. She gripped the long sword that had pierced Shen Xi's chest with both hands, pulled it out forcefully, and then thrust it down again.

"You idiot! You moron!"

One sword.

"You're finally dead!"

Another sword strike.

"I'm disgusted by your pretense every day!"

Another sword strike.

Blood gushed from the wound, mingling with the rain and flowing across the ground. Jiang Luqing, however, acted like a madwoman, stabbing Shen Xi's corpse again and again with her sword, her face twisted and ferocious.

"You? You think you're worthy to touch me?"

"Who do you think you are?"

"A brute who only knows how to kill rotting corpses, dares to like me?"

Her voice was sharp and shrill, echoing in the rain.

Xiao Potian frowned.

He watched this scene, a surge of displeasure rising within him. A woman who wasn't even level 70 dared to so openly humiliate the corpse of a fellow god-level expert.

The corpse of a god-level expert must not be desecrated.

This is an unwritten rule in post-apocalyptic survival games. Regardless of past grievances, everyone deserves respect in death. Because those who reach that level have all crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and all are worthy of reverence.

"Enough," Xiao Potian said in a low voice, "The corpse of a god-level expert is not to be desecrated. Get out."

Jiang Luqing acted as if she hadn't heard, continuing to stab Shen Xi's corpse with her longsword, venting her emotions.

One sword.

Another sword strike.

Another sword strike.

"Did you hear me?" Xiao Potian's voice became a few decibels louder.

Jiang Luqing still didn't stop.

Her eyes were fixed on the corpse, on the face she had loathed for ten years. She wanted to vent all her hatred, all her resentment, and all her grievances.

Xiao Potian's face darkened.

He raised his right hand and gently tapped it with his index finger.

A crimson beam of light shot from his fingertips with incredible speed. Jiang Luqing didn't even have time to react before the beam pierced her skull.

"puff."

A slight sound.

Jiang Luqing's body stiffened.

The longsword slipped from her fingers and fell to the ground with a crisp sound. Her eyes widened, her mouth gaped open, and her expression froze between extreme terror and resentment.

Blood gushed from the hole in her forehead, flowing down her nose and dripping onto the ground, mingling with the rain.

Her body swayed, then collapsed to the ground with a thud.

"How dare you defy us?" Xiao Potian withdrew his finger, his voice icy. "Die."

Mu Hanqing stood aside, looking at Jiang Luqing's corpse, and shook his head.

"She was, after all, a woman that the God of War Xi Zhan once pursued. Let's just leave it at that." He paused, then looked at Xiao Potian. "Let's just consider this a sacrifice we offer him on our way to the underworld."

Xiao Potian nodded, not glancing at the corpse again.

"Well, since we're both god-level powerhouses, let's dispose of his body properly and not leave it to rot in the wilderness."

The two walked to Shen Xi's body and squatted down.

Xiao Potian waved his hand, and the soil on the ground automatically turned over, forming a rectangular grave. Mu Hanqing raised her hand, and a gentle force lifted Shen Xi's body and slowly lowered it into the grave.

Then, the soil automatically backfilled, burying the body.

Xiao Potian broke off a tree branch from the nearby ruins and stuck it in front of the grave. Mu Hanqing raised her hand and wiped it, and a beam of icy blue light fell on the branch, instantly turning the withered branch into a simple tombstone.

The tombstone has four characters engraved on it...

[Tomb of the Dawn War]

After doing all this, the two stood up, looked at the new grave, and remained silent for a moment.

"Let's go." Xiao Potian turned around and walked away into the distance.

Mu Hanqing followed behind him, took two steps, and then suddenly stopped.

"Where is he?" Mu Hanqing turned around and looked at the figure huddled in the corner, trembling.

Gu Yungui.

He had been cowering there ever since Shen Xi was ambushed, witnessing the entire scene. His face was deathly pale, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word. Rain soaked his hair, which clung to his face, making him look like a drowned rat.

Xiao Potian glanced at him, his brows furrowing slightly.

"Take it with you."

Mu Hanqing nodded, raised his hand, and an invisible force lifted Gu Yungui up. Gu Yungui opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn't utter a single word.

Two figures soared into the air and disappeared into the rain.

The new grave stood alone amidst the ruins.

The four characters "Tomb of Xi Zhan" on the tombstone were blurred in the rain.

Beside her, Jiang Luqing's body lay in the mud, rainwater washing over her frozen, terrified face. No one glanced at her, and no one came to collect her body.

Shen Xi's consciousness floated above that darkness, witnessing the entire process.

From Xiao Potian killing Jiang Luqing, to the two burying his body, and then to them carrying Gu Yungui away.

He saw it all.

"I see," Shen Xi murmured. "So many things happened after I was killed. Interesting."

But he soon lost interest.

Because he discovered that his consciousness was fixed in this area.

He wasn't trapped by anything, but rather frozen in place. He could see everything around him, hear the rustling of the wind and grass, and feel the changing of the sun and moon, but he couldn't leave this ruin, couldn't move, and couldn't do anything.

You can only watch it.

one day.

Two days.

Three days.

One month.

two months.

Three months.

Half a year.

One year.

Two years.

Shen Xi's consciousness floated there, looking at the ruins, at the lonely grave, and at Jiang Luqing's body rotting, weathering, and turning into a skeleton in the wind and rain.

Two years.

More than seven hundred days and nights.

He looked at the same ruins and the same lonely grave every day.

But he did not break down.

In his previous life, during the apocalypse of the last decade, he experienced moments of even greater solitude. Before being betrayed by Gu Yungui and Jiang Luqing, he spent a long time alone in the instance, keeping company with rotting corpses and living next to death.

He could endure two years of loneliness.

The third year, spring.

Wildflowers began to grow on Shen Xi's grave.

Pale yellow flowers sprouted from the soil, swaying in the spring breeze. The withered grass grew taller, peeking out from the cracks in the tombstones, a lush green expanse.

Looking at the wildflowers, Shen Xi felt a strange, indescribable feeling welling up inside her.

In his previous life, he had never paid attention to these things.

Because he was already dead by then, and once dead, he was dead; he had nothing left.

But now, his consciousness is still here, looking at his own grave, at the wildflowers growing on the grave, at the wildflowers swaying in the wind.

That feeling was wonderful.

The fourth year, summer.

The wildflowers have faded, and the withered grass has turned yellow.

The inscription on the tombstone has been blurred by wind and rain, and only the outline of the two characters "Xi Zhan" can be vaguely seen.

Shen Xi's consciousness floated there, still watching.

The fifth year, spring.

Wildflowers bloom again this year.

But this time, it's different.

That night, there was thunder and lightning, and torrential rain poured down.

A thick bolt of lightning struck down from the sky, hitting precisely the jade pendant on the longsword in Jiang Luqing's hand.

That jade pendant was something Shen Xi risked his life to obtain in his previous life; it was a token of love he gave to Jiang Luqing. After Jiang Luqing died, the long sword remained stuck in the ground, with the jade pendant hanging from the hilt, swaying in the wind and rain for five whole years.

Five years.

The jade pendant shattered the instant it was struck by lightning.

It wasn't just ordinary shattering; it was as if some kind of seal had been broken. Countless tiny fragments exploded from the jade pendant, swirling, intertwining, and merging in the air before finally coalescing into a dazzling golden pillar of light.

A beam of light shot into the sky, piercing through the clouds and shining directly into the heavens.

The entire ruins were trembling.

The ground cracked, rubble flew everywhere, and the lonely grave, weathered by wind and rain for five years, collapsed with a crash. The four characters "Tomb of Xi Zhan" on the tombstone vanished in the golden light, turning into nothingness.

Shen Xi's consciousness floated within that golden pillar of light, feeling herself being pulled by some kind of force.

Then, he saw it.

A figure emerged from the shattered jade pendant.

That was... no, Shen Xi couldn't see it clearly.

The figure stood in the center of the golden pillar of light, shrouded in a hazy, chaotic aura. Its face was blurred, and its form was ethereal, like a ghost without substance. But that aura made Shen Xi freeze in place.

That kind of power was like the kind of being he had encountered when he inherited the Creation and Chaos professions.

With every gesture, a devastating energy storm is unleashed.

The figure didn't deliberately release any pressure, but simply by standing there, every living being within a thousand meters felt a fear that came from the depths of their soul.

The rotting corpses lay prostrate on the ground, trembling, too afraid to move.

Those elites and leaders who usually roamed among the ruins were now like frightened rabbits, huddled in a corner, not daring to breathe.

The figure stood there, looking at Shen Xi's grave, for a long time.

"Was I too late to escape?"

His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken in a long time. There was a hint of weariness in his voice.

"So you've been dead for five years?"

Shen Xi's consciousness floated in the air, looking at that figure.

He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could sense that the man was looking at his own grave.

The figure raised his hand and waved it gently.

The soil in the grave turned over automatically, revealing a body that had been buried for five years.

Five years.

The corpse of the god-level expert showed no signs of decay whatsoever.

Shen Xi's skin remained a normal color, and her face was still calm, as if she were simply asleep. The wounds on her body had healed, leaving only a faint scar.

The figure stared at the corpse and remained silent for a long time.

Then he spoke.

"In that case, consider this my way of repaying your kindness in saving me from this predicament, and I'll bestow upon you a stroke of good fortune."

He raised his right hand, his five fingers spread.

A golden light emanated from his palm, enveloping Shen Xi's corpse. The light was warm and gentle, like the spring sunshine or a mother's embrace.

"Fifteen years ago, at the beginning of the apocalypse, are you reliving the apocalypse?"