Nikke, something’s seriously wrong with this evacuation point! Chapter 64 64: Little Princess

Team Loot Box.

When Charon saw these three words, he already decided he absolutely had to get this coin.

As the na suggests, this item's effect is to turn a dead person into a teammate's box. The special feature of the teammate box is that it can bring back the teammate's equipnt and consumables. The real use of this item is to allow the user to obtain other people's bound equipnt, special consumables, and even rare drops.

But that wasn't what Charon cared about.

Because the Team Loot Box would generate a dog tag, and that was what he was aiming for.

Don't underestimate this dog tag. In Zero Zone, a dog tag is life. Charon had registered his dog tag in the Zero Zone, which is why every ti he died, he could respawn in the hideout.

He could bring this teammate's dog tag back to the hideout and complete the registration process.

After that, Charon was only guessing. Since there was no precedent, he could only move step by step, but the chances of success were high.

The best outco would be that he could let the dead revive in the hideout.

This item and the "panacea" work in two different directions: one can fully restore health as long as there is a breath left; the other can bring soone back even if they are already dead.

Both are about stealing people back from death, but the latter is more direct, it's basically going to the underworld and dragging a registered dead person back into the Zero Zone.

There is also another difference: the forr still lives in their own world, while the latter becos forcibly bound to the Zero Zone and may have to live like Charon forever. That might also be why its price is far lower than the panacea.

But still, it's better than being dead, right?

This is a "guaranteed pity roll among pity rolls." Of course, the best option is the panacea, but if it doesn't arrive in ti, then the River Styx coin is the only choice.

The more backup cards, the better.

Ten million Zero Zone coins might have once made Charon hesitate, but after a recent 5-million run, he had beco sowhat numb to the number one million.

One million for resurrection rights, plus one extra slot as a bonus, and then 100,000 per additional slot.

This item is absolutely worth its price. It deserves its red-tier rarity.

In short, priorities had changed. The River Styx coin clearly fit his current needs better.

He entered the Zero Zone again and began another run.

…

[Extraction Value: 493,800 Zero Zone Coins]

Not even 500,000 in a day?

According to normal Zero Zone drop rates, this was about average per run. The highest he had ever gotten was around 700,000. Now his net assets had reached over four million.

Ever since learning about the "River Styx Coin," Charon had begun to feel a subtle emotion called "anxiety." One million was no longer as unreachable as the 15 million for the panacea, but precisely because it was reachable, he had beco a mindless farming machine.

Enter, loot, kill, extract, sell.

Enter, loot, kill, extract, sell.

Enter, loot, kill, extract, sell.

At first, he still ate als with Ana, enjoying her little creative dishes, but now his food had beco energy bars and water scavenged from the Zero Zone.

Because that was the most efficient.

He no longer allowed any risk of extraction failure, staying inside the Zero Zone all day just to safely and consistently bring out every component, every screw, and every coin.

Normally, Ana would wait for him at the entrance, or talk about what she read today or what dishes she was experinting with. At those tis, her eyes would shine.

But today, the surroundings were dead silent.

No–not just today.

Charon suddenly realized he hadn't spoken to Ana for two days.

Yesterday and the day before, he ca back too exhausted to do anything. Physical fatigue was fine, but ntal exhaustion made him only want to rest. After quickly swallowing the food she prepared, he went to sleep.

Before falling asleep, he vaguely heard Ana quietly enter the room, but soon lost consciousness.

"Ana?" he called, but got no response.

He raised his voice and walked toward the living area. On the table, he saw a carefully prepared dinner–nutritionally optimized for his high-intensity runs.

It seed like yesterday's al was also similar, just with a different type of at, pork.

The day before that… beef, if he rembered correctly.

Although he was already very hungry, he didn't eat imdiately and instead rushed outside.

The hideout wasn't big, and he already had an idea where Ana might be–but he realized he hadn't gone to see her even once.

Standing in front of the library door, he hesitated.

Maybe he had underestimated her fragility—maybe Ana was actually strong?

Or maybe she didn't care about his presence at all?

He pushed the thought away. Even though they hadn't known each other long, he knew neither of those was true.

She needed companionship, and he had forgotten to give her what she needed.

Ana was still a child. She wasn't mature yet. Charon shouldn't treat her like a grown adult such as Nayuta.

He gently opened the wooden door, careful not to startle anyone.

Inside, the library was dim and warm, filled with soft jazz music that made the atmosphere calm and comfortable. It felt like a perfect place to read–or even take a nap in a sofa corner.

He searched between the shelves and finally found the small silver figure.

A little girl curled up among the books, already asleep.

Like a stray kitten.

Under the dim light, Ana seed thinner than before. Her silver eyelashes trembled even in sleep, and she tightly held a thick hardcover book.

Title: "The Little Princess."

It wasn't exactly a fairy tale, but its story was quite similar to hers. Before eting the abusive woman in the story, Ana had t Charon instead–but like the protagonist, she was still walking the path of loneliness.

For a child her age, loneliness could have a profound impact.

On the table were carefully arranged biscuits, a pot of red tea, and two cups–but the tea had already gone cold.

She had likely wanted to share it with Charon, but he never ca back.

She was clean and tidy, and aside from Charon, she had no one left to rely on.

And he, the person she depended on, had forgotten that she was still just a child who needed companionship.

Looking at her slightly uneasy sleeping face, Charon quietly made a decision.