Chapter 40: Self-Strategy, Is That Okay?

Chapter 40: Chapter 40: Self-Strategy, Is That Okay?Editor: Atlas Studios Unknowingly, the sky darkened again.

Under the seemingly endless blizzard, there was a Shelter that seemed to never be buried by the snow.

Two thick white smoke columns rose from two black chimneys, making this iron Shelter even warmer.

The above-ground portion of the Shelter was only 40 square meters, almost entirely occupied by a large amount of firewood and two massive fireplaces.

A woman in plain clothes opened one of the fireplaces, placed a pile of firewood inside, checked the other fireplace to ensure there were no issues, and hurriedly went down through the basement entrance in the center of the room.

In the 320-square-meter basement, there were currently seven people busy with their respective tasks.

"Bess, the furnace is fine?" asked the bespectacled man whittling a branch when he saw the woman coming down.

"N-no problems," the woman replied nervously, nodding quickly. "I’ve filled the firewood; it should burn for over five hours, for now, it shouldn’t be... necessary..."

Seeing the bespectacled man frown, Bess hurriedly went to check the ground floor again.

At this moment, the bearded man making wooden planks nearby walked over and patted the bespectacled man’s shoulder: "Du, thinking about that first-place kid’s Shelter again?"



Du Ping chuckled lightly, "There’s a lot to learn from, isn’t there, Eliot?"

"I can’t deny that, Du," Eliot echoed, "I’ve always had a question though, why don’t we aim for first place in this group but instead change plans midway to go for fourth place?"

"Eliot, that’s a strange thing to say. Isn’t it obvious? Du doesn’t want us to expose our strength, using so many methods to lower our score... although it ended up being dangerously close, just 2 points behind the third place big guy." The red-haired woman tightened herself beside Du Ping.

"Exposing our strength doesn’t matter, wouldn’t it just attract more people to work for us?" Eliot shrugged. "Du, hiding our strength doesn’t offer any benefits, does it?"

Du Ping adjusted his glasses and hugged Teresa, glaring at him: "Competing for first? Do you think I’ve not calculated it? Between all eight of us, what we can achieve together, it’s no better than what Lin Yue has! If we really go for second, it would only be humiliating for us, and if we barely lead in first, that’s even more shameful."

"Huh? Is that really the case?" Teresa seemed incredulous, "I watched that video too, didn’t seem like a big deal, but our score wouldn’t suffice?"

Du Ping pointed at the wooden bucket with only a few liters of water and stood up: "Our water, we exchanged from Lin Yue using good stuff we got from crates, what else can we compare with? While he was eating roasted meat, eating instant noodles, what did we eat, how can we compare? He even has enough food and water to sustain a pet! Did you see the massive amount of supplies in his basement, still a lot even after Lin Yue stored away many items!"

Teresa and Eliot looked at each other.

Indeed so, with eight people coordinating daily, going out every day to chop wood,


With a successful trade of 1L of water for the Iron Shelter Design Map, Lin Yue had little interest in whatever else Belger had to offer, turning his full attention to Cork Brown.

However, when he looked at the chat window, he couldn’t help but chuckle wryly.

Initially, Cork Brown’s tone was... "No, impossible! I don’t want to trade this Comfortable Wooden Bed design map! Lin, dreaming to trade this for 500ml is simply delusional!"

Yet during Lin Yue’s chat with Belger, after a long wait, Cork Brown changed his tone.



"Lin, can’t you just... haggle just a little?"

"Alright, I could let you have it for 1L water, I’ll be magnanimous."

"800ml isn’t unacceptable, understand water is precious... tomorrow, I will have more than three days of water and food, this is your last chance, Lin!"

"Haha, how about 700ml? Let’s compromise a little?"

"Lin, stop pretending not to hear, answer me quickly!"

"Answer quickly! Or I’ll deal with someone else! This is in high demand, you know!"

"600ml, you definitely deserve this!"

"Quick, quick let’s deal, I beg you, Lin God, I was wrong, 500ml will do, I have no objections..."

Lin Yue exclaimed, Goodness.

Was this some sort of self-conquest?

Just when Lin Yue intended to deal directly with this fellow, a sudden system prompt sounded.

[In 24 hours, the system will undergo an upgrade!]