11: Chapter 11 Shopping Spree!

"Achoo!"

Chen Ze sniffled and muttered to himself.

"Who is talking about me?"

After the continuous output from him and Wang Yalan, the zombies around Yang Wei's home had been completely cleared.

But from start to finish, Yang Wei only saw Wang Yalan killing zombies at the window; he didn't even catch a glimpse of Chen Ze.

"Could that old man be dead already? If so, it's a pity for such a pretty little wife."

That night, including the ones at Yang Wei's place, Chen Ze had killed over 70 zombies in total. With the first blood reward, he now had a full 760 survival coins.

760 points, that was a full 760 points!

One must realize this was only the first night of the Fortress survival, and at this moment, most survivors were still struggling desperately to stay alive, while he had already completed his first pot of gold for his rise to power.

Chen Ze believed that among all the survivors in the Dragon Kingdom, those who could surpass him definitely wouldn't exceed the number of fingers on two hands.

There was no other reason; the Dragon Kingdom had extremely strict regulations on firearms and weapons. In the early stages of the apocalypse, most people simply couldn't obtain firearms as quickly as he did to fight off the zombies.

Ninety-nine percent of the survivors could only rely on cold weapons to struggle for survival amidst the zombie hordes. Every swing was accompanied by immense risk; a moment of carelessness could mean dying in the jaws of a zombie. Being able to kill over 70 zombies in one night was simply a fantasy.

With the zombies killed and enough survival coins in hand, Chen Ze felt his tense nerves finally relax, replaced by an unprecedented sense of excitement.

Originally, he had planned to go out and collect the loot, but after looking at the sky outside, he temporarily suppressed this dangerous idea.

"That mechanical voice made it very clear that monsters would attack at night, and it didn't say there would only be one wave. I'd better wait until dawn to go out, otherwise, it would be ridiculous to capsize in a gutter."

Having figured this out, Chen Ze decided to wait. The rewards would still be there and wouldn't run away. As for whether someone would come to steal them, that was truly overthinking it.

Within a radius of several hundred meters, excluding his place and Yang Wei's home, all other survivors were fighting for their lives. Who would have the guts to run out? Wouldn't that be seeking death?

He casually tore open a pack of Weilong spicy strips and directly called up the system page to check.

Regional Chat Channel. Current online users (54242 / 100000)

"Holy crap, only half the night has passed, how come so many people are gone?"

Chen Ze looked at the sharply decreasing number of online users on the regional chat channel, and his heart couldn't help but shudder. Those people were probably all dead.

He continued to browse the messages in the channel.

I Am A Minotaur: "Brothers, how many zombies are around your Fortress? Why do I have thirty or forty here!"

Little Princess Catching Loaches: "Our Fortress is a basement, and there are only seven or eight zombies around, but the durability is still dropping very fast. Is there any brother who can help exchange for an emergency repair kit?"

Little Drill Wind Blehh: "Begging for points, begging for points! I've already listed everything I own on the Trading House. Asking any big shot with points to save me!"

Saint Descending Upon the World: "Brothers, you must find a way to kill the zombies! Relying solely on the Fortress's own durability to tank them definitely won't hold up! You must find a way to reduce the number of zombies!"

Siping Youth: "Guys, can someone send me some survival coins? My durability is about to hit bottom!"

Son of Heaven: "Huh? Why didn't you say so earlier? I sold all my belongings to exchange for one emergency repair kit. Isn't this totally screwed!"

Compared to the daytime, the scrolling speed of the chat channel had slowed down significantly. At this moment, the vast majority of survivors were still fighting zombies. Those who could come to the chat channel were merely trying their luck to see if they could get help from other survivors.

"This guy named I Am A Minotaur seems to have randomly gotten a villa. How could such a big villa only have thirty or forty zombies?"

Previously, Chen Ze had inferred that the number of zombies attacking should be related to the size of the Fortress, but now it seemed the reason might not be that simple.

"Could it be the overall rating?"

Chen Ze frowned slightly.

Logically, his overall rating was only D-rank. Could it be that D-rank was already rare nowadays?

After thinking for a while, Chen Ze felt more and more that his guess had some merit.

"Fortresses with different ratings will have different zombie sieges. This not only ensures fairness in the early stages but also gives the strong more room for development. If that's really the case, then the shelter's rating is truly very important."

Chen Ze had originally intended to upgrade his Blockhouse to level two as soon as possible, as this would not only make the Blockhouse sturdier but also unlock more items for exchange.

Now it seemed he had thought too simply.

Simply increasing the Blockhouse's level would raise the armor and durability, but correspondingly, the rating would likely skyrocket. If his weapons and equipment couldn't keep up, it would be digging his own grave.

"For me, obtaining a Fortress Talent as soon as possible is the right path!"

Chen Ze knew deep down that things like the arisaka type 38 rifle and mortars were only his temporary support; bullets and shells would always run out one day.

In comparison, the SSS-rank talent "Plunder" was the foundation of his future rise.

"Looks like I need to find a way to inquire about who around here has some badass talents."

Having planned for the near future, Chen Ze felt his goals were clear. Just as he was about to wolf down a few more spicy strips, he realized that, unknowingly, the food Wang Yalan had brought was already running low.

"It's fine, I've got plenty of survival coins now. Let's check the Trading House."

Opening the Trading House, a massive amount of trading information immediately flooded in.

"Selling genuine leather Simmons bed, 99% new, used by a female college student, only 5 survival coins."

"Power bank with 85% capacity for 1 survival coin."

"10 survival coins for ten jin of rice, come quickly, only exchanging five sets."

"Selling authentic homemade cured meat from Xiang Province, 2 survival coins per jin, whoever has it come quickly, hurry hurry hurry!"

"Female college student's original-scent pantyhose for an emergency repair kit, don't miss out!"

The trading information was varied. Compared to the daytime, there were significantly fewer people asking for weapons, which meant that the idiots who could sell weapons were probably mostly dead.

Now the scarce commodity in the Trading House was survival coins. Given the current situation, having an emergency repair kit in hand was more practical than anything else.

But unfortunately, exchanging for a survival kit required a full 100 survival coins. For most survivors struggling on the edge of life and death, this price was undoubtedly an astronomical figure.

"The current prices are really cheap!"

Compared to the exchange shop, the trading prices offered by survivors were definitely far exceeding the value. Obviously, these people couldn't care about anything else in order to survive the first night.

Chen Ze rubbed his hands together and started sweeping the market.

Cured meat? Give me ten jin. No, no, no, this stuff keeps well, give me twenty jin!

Instant noodles? Two boxes for now.

Little cakes? No way, this stuff has too short a shelf life and spoils easily, don't want it.

Beer? That's a must, give me plenty, make it ten boxes.

Hongtashan? No, I'm doing well now, I must smoke Huazi. If I smoke anything else, I cough!

...

Chen Ze swore that even back on Earth, he had never been this extravagant. Looking at the pile of supplies that had formed a small mountain, the corners of his mouth unconsciously stretched to the back of his ears.

"Hehe, this is enough for me to squander for half a month!"