5: Chapter 5 Gene Sequences

The sandstorm was still howling outside the sentry tower.

But inside the Shelter, separated by a single door, the atmosphere was as frantic as a wet market right after a massive sale.

"Give me a hand! Flash, stop playing dead and come over here to lift the leg!"

Liver Emperor's arms hung limply.

Blocking that elite monster's strike earlier had shattered the bones in his hand.

Yet, he was currently using his shoulder to prop up the massive body of the Gretchin boss, grimacing in pain, but his eyes were shining with excitement.

"Hiss... it hurts, it hurts! This game's pain simulation is insane! I feel like my bone marrow is twitching!"

"You don't know anything, this is called hardcore!"

Why Panic When I Have Flash had a huge dent in his chest and blood was still spilling from the corner of his mouth, yet he was still lively, dragging the monster's thick leg with one hand, leaving a ghastly green trail of blood on the ground.

"Move it! This is an elite monster's corpse; we might be able to salvage purple materials!"

Praise Ming Shen and Miracle Walker weren't idle either.

The two of them were bent over, frantically digging through the dusty concrete floor for the remains of the chopped-up Squig.

"Don't let a single drop of blood go to waste! Even the fungal spores need to be scraped off and taken!"

Ming Shen, blinded by greed, shoved a piece of flesh covered in fangs into his shirt.

Lin Li stood by the airlock, watching these four individuals who were even crazier than scavengers—The Fourth Calamity—and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

A bunch of lunatics.

Normal people would have already vomited until they were lost after seeing such alien corpses with severed limbs flying everywhere and emitting a pungent stench.

But these four were different; they were even more like Greenskins than the Greenskins themselves.

"Boss Liming!"

Miracle Walker scurried over like a sycophant, pointing at the huge, rusty cleaver on the ground.

"Can we salvage equipment from this weapon dropped by the elite monster?"

Lin Li glanced at him coldly.

He had to maintain his high-and-mighty NPC persona at all times; he couldn't show weakness in front of these players.

"All loot belongs to the Fire Seed Shelter."

Lin Li's voice was devoid of emotion.

"Transport the carbon-based remains and scrap metal to Workshop No. 3 on the first underground level immediately."

After saying this, he turned and walked toward the elevator.

His black trench coat flared out in a sharp arc as he turned.

"So cool!" Miracle Walker gave a thumbs-up behind his back. "This stoic demeanor is the perfect template for a legendary leader! By the way, is there a character like this in Warhammer?"

Ming Shen stopped what he was doing, thought for a moment, and shook his head. "There isn't this character in the current story setting, and there isn't even a so-called Fire Seed Shelter. It's probably a new setting created for this game."

...

Underground Level 1, Workshop No. 3.

"Crude! Barbaric! Are your weak muscles just tickling the machine?"

The biting mechanical voice of STC-73 echoed in the room. Its red-glowing head hovered disdainfully in mid-air, directing the players to work.

"Throw those foul-smelling mutant remains into the recycler's biological decomposition tank! Don't dirty the floor!"

Accompanied by a harsh, teeth-grinding sound of bones and flesh being crushed.

The material recycler began to operate violently.

The massive crushing gears ruthlessly devoured the corpses of the Gretchin boss and the Squig.

Lin Li stood to the side, expressionless on the surface, but his eyes were fixed intently on the screen on the console.

[Biomass recovery complete. Obtained: Canned Biomass * 3 (100 units per can)]

"Only three hundred?!"

Lin Li was bleeding internally.

Such a huge elite monster, plus a few Squigs, only refined into three cans of biomass!

This conversion rate was even shadier than a capitalist!

"Creator, the broken low-level mutants contain very little valuable genetic material."

STC-73 explained at the right moment.

At this time, the heavily injured Flash and Liver Emperor had already collapsed weakly onto the cold metal floor.

"Boss Liming... we're not going to make it..." Flash spat out a mouthful of bloody foam with difficulty. "This game is too hardcore; are there no health potions? How are we supposed to recover health?"

Lin Li pointed coldly toward Room No. 2.

"Return to the incubation pod. It will repair your fragile shells."

The two acted as if they had received a pardon, scrambling into Room No. 2. They skillfully took off their work clothes and lay into the cold glass pods.

"Hiss—"

Before lying into the glass pod filled with green liquid, Liver Emperor looked at his still-bleeding left hand with lingering fear.

As the transparent lid lowered, that gentle, restorative sensation instantly enveloped his entire body.

His consciousness went black, like a monitor losing power.

The next second, he heard the honking of cars outside the window.

...

Lin Li stood outside the pods, watching the horrific wounds on the two men heal, scab over, and fall off at a speed visible to the naked eye under the nourishment of the nutrient solution.

The newborn skin was as smooth as a baby's, and even the fractured arms were reconnected perfectly.

"This repair speed... the technology of the Golden Age is truly unreasonable."

Miracle Walker and Praise Ming Shen exclaimed in shock from the side.

But Lin Li's expression darkened bit by bit.

Because he clearly saw that on the computer backend in Room No. 1, the 300 units of biomass he had just worked so hard to recover were plummeting at a terrifying speed!

"-50... -100... -150..."

In just a few minutes, the two's injuries were perfectly healed. But the Shelter's biomass reserves had actually evaporated by a full 200 units!

"Damn it all!"

Lin Li roared internally.

This bunch of suicidal Fourth Calamity players wasted the resources I worked so hard to save just by fighting an elite monster in the newbie village!

These aren't players; they're four emotionless money-shredding machines!

At this rate of squandering, the Shelter would eventually be eaten into bankruptcy by them.

"You are free to move about, but without orders, you are not allowed to leave the Shelter."

Lin Li dropped this sentence coldly, turned, and walked into Room No. 1, locking the door tightly.

He needed to count the rewards that belonged to him.

Sitting in front of that computer flashing with RGB lights, Lin Li's heart rate accelerated involuntarily.

He had just thrillingly completed the mission [Summon Players, Resolve the Crisis!], and he had gained 100 Shelter Core points.

Moreover, the system prompted that the first quantum probability extraction privilege had been unlocked.

Lin Li gripped the mouse and clicked on the [Lottery] interface.

A gacha machine screen full of retro arcade style popped up.

[Current Points: 100] [Single Draw: 20 Points]

"Gamble a bit, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle."

Lin Li took a deep breath.

In this desperate Warhammer universe, with Greenskins surrounding him on the outside, four hungry players on the inside, and starving refugees in the distant settlement waiting for him to bring food back.

He desperately needed the power to break the deadlock!

"Praise the Emperor! Praise Gork and Mork! Praise the Aeldari! Praise the Chaos Gods! Give me gold!"

Lin Li drew a symbol on his chest randomly and pressed the [Draw Five Times] button hard.

"Hum—"

The gacha machine on the screen spun wildly, accompanied by a burst of blinding white light.

Immediately after, a black delivery slot, half a meter square, slid open silently on the metal wall next to the computer desk.

"Clatter!"

"Plop!"

"Clang!"

Several items fell out of the slot and scattered on the cold floor.

Lin Li leaned over, full of anticipation, to take a look.

His expression froze instantly.

Lying quietly on the ground were:

Three strawberry-flavored lollipops with cheap packaging printed with colorful circles;

A glass bottle without a label, filled with a suspicious white liquid; and...

A metal war halberd, two meters long, dark gray all over, with an ancient design.

"Just this?!"

Lin Li felt his intelligence had been insulted.

"I spent one hundred points! Points earned by risking my life! And you give me three lollipops?! In this man-eating 41K era, are you telling me to take lollipops to pacify the Greenskins?!"

Lin Li grabbed a lollipop, angry enough to want to smash it on the ground.

But he restrained himself; after all, this stuff counted as the only human food in the Shelter currently.

"Creator, please do not be deceived by the appearance of things."

STC-73 had penetrated the wall at some point and floated to Lin Li's side.

Its red lens projected a fan-shaped beam, scanning the inconspicuous war halberd on the ground.

"Your luck, while not quite that of a lucky European, is definitely out of the category of a cursed African."

The Men of Iron had learned new vocabulary from the players at some point: "These three sugar aggregates and that bottle of nutrient solution are indeed trash from a low-level industrial assembly line. But that war halberd is a genuine relic of the Golden Age."

[ADS Model - Military War Halberd - No. 3].

STC-73 pulled up the holographic projection data: "This is one of the defensive weapons commonly used by human interstellar militia before the Golden Age."

Lin Li bent down, half-believing, and reached out to grab the metal grip of the war halberd.

He had expected this two-meter-long, thick-looking metal long weapon to be very heavy, and even prepared himself to use both hands.

But the moment his fingers gripped the halberd shaft.

"Whoosh."

Lin Li lifted it effortlessly.

"So light?!" Lin Li widened his eyes in surprise.

This touch, this weight, was no different from a hollow plastic water pipe!

It felt light in his hand, with no lethality to speak of.

"If it only has this weight, it wouldn't even scratch the skin of a Greenskin, right?" Lin Li weighed it suspiciously twice.

"Creator, please carefully observe the charging valve at the tail of the halberd."

"It contains a micro high-pressure nitrogen engine."

"When you swing it in melee, press the trigger on the grip, and the tip of the halberd will instantly release a nitrogen burst, generating powerful kinetic energy, enough to tear through the weak points of a mutant's power armor."

"When you use it as a throwing weapon, the nitrogen accelerator at the tail will start. It will fly out like a small missile, with astonishing destructive power."

"Most importantly, it has the ability to absorb environmental radiation to automatically recharge. On this wasteland, it has infinite ammunition."

After listening, Lin Li's eyes lit up instantly.

This wasn't some militia defensive weapon; this was a sci-fi sniper rifle disguised as a cold weapon!

He casually slammed the war halberd onto the ground.

"Thud—!!!"

A muffled, extreme boom exploded in the room.

The moment the bottom of the war halberd touched the ground, its mass seemed to instantly restore its original metal density, and the floor of the entire Room No. 1 trembled.

Lin Li was startled by this commotion.

But he soon noticed something wrong.

When he lifted the war halberd with one hand just now, although the halberd was light, the muscle strength that erupted in his arm seemed to be much stronger than usual.

With a hint of doubt, Lin Li walked to the side of the single bed.

He bent down, grabbed the bed leg made of solid metal with one hand, and lifted it upward suddenly.

"Creak—"

The metal bed, weighing at least two hundred jin, was actually lifted steadily off the ground by one of his hands!

Lin Li was stunned.

Although he had been struggling on the wasteland for this month, his physical fitness was much better than the otaku he was before he transmigrated, but it was absolutely impossible to lift a two-hundred-jin heavy object with one hand!

"73! What's wrong with my body? Why has my strength increased?" Lin Li put down the metal bed and looked at the Men of Iron in shock.

"Creator, this is an inevitable evolution."

STC-73's tone carried a hint of fanaticism:

"You are a pure-blooded human. Your genetic sequence does not have those incomplete Mechanicus implants, nor does it have the crude organ modifications of the Space Marines. You possess the most perfect evolutionary potential of the Golden Age humans."

"The clone players are the same; as long as you engage in high-intensity combat and ingest enough substances, the sleeping genetic locks in your bodies will gradually unlock."

"Some mutants will make rapid progress in strength, some will break the sound barrier in agility, and some may even develop incredible sensory abilities; this depends entirely on your own behavioral logic."

Lin Li listened, his heart surging.

No level cap? No class restrictions? All dependent on behavioral logic to determine the evolutionary direction?

This is definitely a hardcore training system!

"Is there a relevant data panel on the computer?" Lin Li keenly grasped the point.

"Please check the [Seed Sequence] module on the main control interface."

Lin Li walked quickly back to the computer, gripped the mouse, and clicked on a folder with a DNA double-helix icon.

A data panel full of a sense of technology popped up on the screen instantly.

[Name: Lin Li]

[Identity: Fire Seed Shelter Manager / Pure-blooded Creator]

[Age: 25]

[Genetic Development Progress: Lv 5]

[Strength: 10 (Your fists are enough to crush the skulls of low-level creatures)]

[Agility: 9 (You possess reaction nerves that surpass ordinary people)]

[Perception: 9 (You can detect the smell of blood in the wind)]

[Intelligence: 10 (You possess absolute rationality that has not been polluted by the Warp)]

[Special Ability: Pure-blooded Jurisprudence (Possesses extremely high resistance to Warp mental pollution)]

Looking at the data on the panel, Lin Li couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It turned out that the month he spent surviving on the wasteland had not been in vain.

Coupled with the explosion just now, he had unknowingly completed his initial genetic awakening.

Lv5 progress, with all attributes close to 10 points.

This was definitely physical fitness that surpassed ordinary Earth humans!

But the question followed: Why could his body undergo genetic awakening?

You have to know, he transmigrated with his physical body, and before coming to this cesspit, he was just an ordinary person; this made absolutely no sense.

Why?

Lin Li lowered his head to ponder, recalling the first scene he saw when he woke up a month ago...

"Creator, please allow me to give a well-intentioned reminder."

STC-73's untimely voice sounded again, like a basin of cold water poured on Lin Li's head.

"The price of genetic development is equivalent exchange."

"As your physical fitness and that of the four clones improves rapidly, your bodies' cellular metabolic rate will also increase exponentially."

"Simply put, you will become prone to hunger. You need to consume large amounts of high-calorie food to sustain this genetic evolution."

Lin Li's smile froze on his face.

He suddenly remembered that glaring 0 in the Shelter's food storage column!

He glanced at the three low-quality lollipops on the table.

Not enough.

Not even enough to fill the gaps between his teeth!

Outside in the settlement, there were still over a dozen elderly, weak, sick, and disabled people waiting longingly for him to bring food back.

If he didn't go back, those people wouldn't survive the week.

And inside the Shelter, there were four players who had just been fed his grand vision, their heads filled with the prospect of reviving humanity.

These four guys were reckless when it came to fighting, and they would definitely be four big eaters when it came to food.

Dual-front pressure!

Lin Li, who had been boiling with excitement for the revival of humanity and genetic awakening just a second ago, was ruthlessly beaten down by the harsh reality of the wasteland the next.

"Survival is the top priority."

Lin Li gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes.

He had to squeeze the labor power of this group of players to the limit!

He clicked on the computer's system broadcast and connected the audio to the speakers throughout the Shelter.

"Seeds."

Lin Li's voice echoed through the underground space: "The first battle was a success, but this is only an insignificant step."

"The Shelter's supplies have reached the warning line. I need you to head to the surface to conduct the first phase of resource exploration."

"Mission objective: Hunt, gather, and search for all edible biomass!"

"Go, and show this wasteland your survival wisdom."

...

Inside Room No. 2.

The four players, having just climbed out of the incubation pods and put on their clothes, looked at each other upon hearing the broadcast.

"Gather food? Hunt?"

Why Panic When I Have Flash scratched his head,

"How did the main storyline suddenly jump to the style of 'Don't Starve'? Do we need to light torches when it gets dark?"

"What do you know? This is called realism!"

Praise Ming Shen analyzed confidently:

"Big Boss Dawn is testing our survival skills! After all, this is a wasteland; logistics and supplies are the most important things. This game pays so much attention to detail!"

"Great! It's finally in my comfort zone!"

Miracle Walker's eyes lit up, "I've played 300 hours of 'The Forest' and 'Green Hell' before! Wasteland hunting and fishing, I'm an expert at this!"

"Let's go! Let's see how the wilderness ecology of this warhammer 40,000 is done!"

The four players grabbed their newly crafted weapons excitedly and stepped into the elevator without any psychological burden, like four elementary school students getting ready for a field trip.

They had no idea.

The wilderness of warhammer 40,000, compared to those casual survival games they knew.

They had no idea what kind of insane world they were facing.

Two kilometers east of the Shelter.

Here lay a half-dried, dark red riverbed. The river water emitted a pungent sulfur smell, and a thick layer of colorful oil slick floated on the surface.

"This game is so damn realistic; you can really craft a fishing rod by hand, but it's a bit too realistic, it's quite heavy."

Miracle Walker held a makeshift fishing rod made of scrap rebar and torn cloth strips.

As a veteran of single-player survival games, he was full of confidence in this wasteland fishing segment.

"I'll show you guys a trick!"

He hooked a piece of Squig meat onto the rusty iron hook and cast it forcefully into the murky river water.

"Even though the water quality is poor, can't you catch glowing variants in 'Fallout' too? Roasting it will definitely restore health."

Miracle Walker muttered while staring at the water surface.

In less than a minute, the simple fishing line suddenly snapped taut!

"It's hooked! It's got so much strength!"

Miracle Walker yelled excitedly, his arm muscles bulging as he pulled back with all his might.

"Splash!"

Water splashed everywhere.

Something half a meter long, covered in black scales, was forcefully dragged out of the water.

But when Miracle Walker saw what the thing looked like, the smile on his face instantly froze.

That wasn't a fish at all.

It was a mutated aquatic creature with four vestigial appendages.

The most terrifying part was its mouth; instead of fish lips, it was filled with three layers of pale, ghastly teeth that looked like a mix of human molars and spikes!

"Holy crap! What the hell is this thing!"

Before Miracle Walker could react, the mutated parasitic fish suddenly twisted its body in mid-air.

Its mouth, filled with human-like teeth, opened, and a glob of pale green, highly corrosive acid shot out like a water gun!

"Hiss, hiss, hiss—"

The acid splashed precisely onto Miracle Walker's chest. The gray work uniform provided by the Shelter was instantly burned through, and his skin emitted a nauseating, burnt smell.

"Ah!!!"

Miracle Walker let out a shrill scream.

The realistic, sharp pain made his legs go weak, and he fell directly to his knees on the riverbank.

The mutated fish landed, pushed off the ground with its four appendages, and opened its bloody maw to bite into Miracle Walker's thigh, tearing off a large chunk of flesh!

"Damn it, this monster doesn't play by the rules!"

Miracle Walker desperately smashed the mutated fish's head with the bow of his rod, scrambling back as he dragged a long trail of blood behind him.

...

Meanwhile, at the edge of the ruins.

Liver Emperor and Praise Ming Shen were cautiously searching near a pile of scrapped metal vehicle wrecks.

"Old Ming, look over there!"

Liver Emperor's eyes lit up, pointing to the shadows of the wreckage.

There grew a lush bush, with several clusters of bright, succulent red berries hanging from the vines.

In this lifeless wasteland, this touch of green and red looked exceptionally tempting.

"Food! This must be a newbie perk, similar to health-restoring berries!"

Liver Emperor walked over without any precautions, reaching out with his uninjured left hand to pick a cluster.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the berries.

The previously still bushes suddenly came alive!

That wasn't a plant at all!

Dozens of dark red tentacles disguised as vines, like venomous snakes emerging from their lair, instantly wrapped around Liver Emperor's arm.

The surface of the vines split open to reveal countless tiny barbs, which dug fiercely into his skin.

"Holy crap! This thing is alive!"

Liver Emperor turned pale with fright, feeling his blood being crazily drained through those barbs.

His health bar dropped at a visible rate, and a strong sense of dizziness rushed to his brain.

"Let go of me!"

Praise Ming Shen reacted extremely quickly.

He drew the knife from his waist, rushed up, and slashed wildly at the vines.

Sap splattered, and the vines let out a piercing scream similar to a baby crying, finally releasing Liver Emperor.

The two were scared out of their wits, supporting each other and running wildly toward the guard tower without looking back.

"Damn, this is no gathering game! Even the wild flowers and weeds on the side of the road are trying to eat people!"

Liver Emperor's face was pale as he cursed with lingering fear.

...

Two kilometers deep into the wasteland, west of the Shelter.

Thick fog permeated the area, and huge ancient architectural ruins stood silently on the gray, barren sand like collapsed tombstones.

Why Panic When I Have Flash was a persistent explorer.

He didn't go fishing, nor did he go pick berries.

He shouldered his chipped two-handed greatsword and ventured alone into the unknown area.

"The more dangerous the place, the more good stuff there is; that's an iron rule of the gaming world."

Flash licked his dry lips, excitement flashing in his eyes.

He loved this thrill of dancing on the tip of a blade.

It was too quiet all around.

Apart from the whimpering sound of the wind blowing through the metal ruins, he couldn't hear any roars of mutants.

Suddenly, Flash's footsteps stopped.

His gaming instinct made him feel that something was wrong.

At this moment, it sent a frantic warning to his brain.

In the thick fog ahead to the right, several blurry black shadows were moving rapidly.

Before he could see what it was, accompanied by a roar, the black shadow descended from the sky.

The intense pain lasted less than 0.1 seconds before the Shelter's system, to protect the player's cerebral cortex, forcibly cut off the neural connection.

Flash's vision instantly plunged into absolute darkness.

...

Earth, early morning.

"Snap!"

In his room in the real world, Why Panic When I Have Flash ripped off his helmet, gasping for air.

His back was completely soaked with cold sweat, and his heart was pounding in his chest like a war drum.

He didn't smash his keyboard in anger, nor was he depressed about being one-shotted.

On the contrary, a kind of unprecedented fanaticism and excitement burst forth from his bloodshot eyes!

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap!"

He grabbed his phone with trembling hands, clicked directly into the "I Also Want to Be Happy" QQ gaming group, and tapped furiously on the screen.

Why Panic When I Have Flash: "Brothers! I died! I was freaking one-shotted!"

The gaming group late at night, which was already gathered with a bunch of night owls, exploded instantly upon seeing this message.

Devil Muscle Thor: "Huh? Didn't you go test that pyramid scheme VR game? Is it a real game? How did you die?"

Why Panic When I Have Flash: "This is a freaking masterpiece! An absolute masterpiece! Do you know what I experienced? 100% realistic pain! I watched with my own eyes as my chest was punched through!"

"This is definitely the most hardcore, least forgiving game I've ever played! The highest difficulty of Souls-like games is like a baby bus compared to this game!"

"This wasteland ecology! This weapon impact! And that sense of oppression where a monster could jump out of the fog at any time and one-shot you! It's so damn on point! The warhammer 40,000 flavor is so authentic!"

Accompanied by Flash's enthusiastic praise, the hardcore players in the QQ group who were originally skeptical were all hooked with intense curiosity and a desire to win.

Gamers are such a magical group of creatures.

You tell them this game is hard, very torturous, and the ways to die are miserable.

Not only will they not be discouraged, but they will instead feel like, "I am the best, I'm going to go challenge it."

...

Fire Seed Shelter.

Night fell, and the temperature of the wasteland plummeted.

Miracle Walker, Liver Emperor, and Praise Ming Shen, three people, dragged their exhausted and wounded bodies back to the Shelter with their tails between their legs.

They didn't bring back any food, and instead almost lost their lives.

Under Lin Li's cold gaze, the three obediently lay into the incubation pods and chose to disconnect and log off to rest.

Earth, early morning.

Li Yiming sat up from his bed, surprised to find that his brain and body were not tired at all.

He didn't have time to drink water; he opened his computer directly and logged into the simple "warhammer 40,000 Online" official forum that Lin Li had set up during the day.

His fingers flew, and he typed out a long, 3,000-word review.

The title was extremely inciting:

"An Epoch-Making Masterpiece, a Purgatory for Mortals! 100% Immersive Online Game, This Is the True warhammer 40,000!"

In the article, he used a professional game review tone, writing from the collision feedback of the physics engine and the extreme performance of light and shadow rendering, all the way to the brutal restoration of the environmental ecology.

He detailed the shock of Liver Emperor having his shield shattered by an elite monster, and described his own despair when being entangled by blood-sucking vines.

Most importantly, he utilized his advantage as a Warhammer lore fanatic to crazily hype the NPC named Dawn.

"This leader NPC named Dawn is definitely the core clue of the game. He is cold, mysterious, and possesses black technology that transcends the era."

"His combat power is unfathomable. When we were forced into a desperate situation by an elite Ork, he used only an iron spear to score a precise headshot from a hundred meters away! This dynamic vision and strength model are definitely protagonist-level settings!"

"Trust me, if you don't play this game, you'll regret it for the rest of your life!"

Once this post was published.

Due to Flash's crazy promotion in the QQ group, many group members had already found their way to the forum following the link.

Seeing this detailed review post, the entire forum instantly welcomed its first small burst of traffic.

Below the post, the number of replies began to surge:

"Is it really that amazing? Pain synchronization? If I go in and get slashed by someone, will I die on the spot?"

"The NPC's setting is so cool. May I ask when the second beta will open? I'm willing to pay for an activation code!"

"Fishing can catch monsters that spit acid? This ecosystem is too hardcore; this fishing enthusiast is ecstatic!"

...

Fire Seed Shelter, Control Room No. 1.

Lin Li, with that low-quality strawberry-flavored lollipop in his mouth, sat in front of the computer, comfortably lurking on the screen.

Watching the soaring traffic on the forum and the messages asking for test qualifications, the corners of Lin Li's mouth curled up wildly.

"Well done, Ming Shen."

Lin Li clicked the mouse with satisfaction and added a [Global Sticky] and highlight to Ming Shen's post.

With these four living advertisements, it would be as easy as pie for him to recruit more of The Fourth Calamity in the future.

As long as there was a constant stream of players pouring in, the Shelter could grow like a snowball.

Revival of humanity? It seemed it was no longer just empty talk to fool people.

However, the smile on Lin Li's face didn't last long.

When his gaze moved away from the forum page and switched to the Shelter's QQ group, his eyes gradually became serious.

Survival was still the top priority, and now not only had the food problem not been solved, but a new problem had popped up.