However, it was clear that the building, in its current state, obviously didn’t look like ruins.
The area of the ruins did not match his understanding of ruins at all.
If he had to compare its size to sothing, it was roughly the area of a roadside fast-food restaurant on Earth.
Even upon closer inspection, the decor of the broken stones in the ruins, the more he looked, the more it resembled sothing.
"Stones, tiles, wooden sticks resembling chair legs, nus..."
"Wait."
"Is there really a nu?"
It was a red plastic board stuck to a cracked wall, with so writing in yellow on a red background.
He couldn’t distinguish exactly what it said, but from the accompanying picture, it was clearly a picture of a stir-fry dish.
"Is this the new material the Survival Platform ntioned?"
Vikram wasn’t too sure, but he could be certain that this was definitely not so ruin.
After saving the photo and sending it to the threw mbers for a look.
Their conclusions were basically the sa as his; they recognized the original appearance of the ruins at a glance.
"What does this an? Can the Wasteland World automatically generate these human structures?" Anjali tilted her head, expressing her confusion about the photo.
Vikram shook his head at her words.
Because the word ’generate’ was really not appropriate for this photo.
"Not likely."
"Why would it specifically generate a pile of trash?" Sophia asked.
"This thing looks more like it was already like this before, but it was forcibly transferred here by the Wasteland World through so ans," Vikram said slowly, stroking his chin.
Divya, however, ignored their conversation, looking at the photo thoughtfully on her own.
Then she spoke, "Since all of humanity from our Earth has been transferred to this Wasteland World, it doesn’t seem strange for these new resources to be transferred by the Wasteland World, does it?"
"That’s true, but it just feels a bit abrupt. This world was originally about Wasteland Survivors, and suddenly human civilization erges. It’s a bit hard to adapt." For so reason, even though this situation provided convenience for them, Vikram kept having a bad feeling about it.
"Oh, I say, who cares? Anyway, the appearance of this thing is an opportunity for us to get more good stuff. Since we can’t stop it, we might as well not think about it." Sophia said.
"If you’re really worried, why not take advantage of this safe ti to go out and collect more supplies or sothing, lest we can’t go out when the natural disasters start again?" Anjali crossed her arms, interrupting their thoughts.
At the sa ti, she uncharacteristically offered so useful insights, which surprised Vikram, who was sitting on the sofa.
"Not bad. All the good food and drink these past days haven’t been in vain. You’re even thinking about these things now."
"Of course! I’m super smart now, and I can fight really well too."
"I killed more than a dozen zombies by myself yesterday. Pretty aweso, right?"
Vikram chuckled at Anjali’s childlike boasting.
But right now, he wasn’t in the mood to go out and collect supplies again.
After returning ho from the Savage Wolf Shelter yesterday, he hadn’t yet itemized the gains from that trip.
Leading them both to the warehouse, the harvest this ti could only be described as exaggerated.
Looking at the almost full warehouse, Vikram only regretted forgetting to also take so Territory Core from the Savage Wolf Shelter.
Anyway, they had many people there, so they wouldn’t miss this little bit.
He looked at the excess supplies.
First were all kinds of food, roughly estimated to be around seven or eight hundred kg of at.
And this was still Vikram leaving half behind, considering the Savage Wolf Shelter would beco his influence in the future.
It looked like a lot, but it was actually only about the amount of three or four wild boars, so he wasn’t particularly surprised.
This ti, there were other gains that made him even happier.
It wasn’t other supplies, but various tal raw materials.
Iron, copper, aluminum, tin, and various alloys...
Vikram was dazzled by the various tals in the warehouse.
The tals acquired from the ruins last ti, combined with those pilfered from the Savage Wolf Shelter yesterday.
These would be enough for him for a long ti.
They would also help in the construction of the underground Shelter.
There were also plenty of other items like rubber, cotton, and cloth.
However, these things weren’t of much use to him; he could consider using them to make various furniture later.
To his surprise, the Savage Wolf Shelter’s warehouse had collected a large amount of energy supplies like diesel and gasoline.
The total quantity was even larger than what he had collected before.
It seed they were also consciously developing towards an era of electricity, but Vikram had intercepted their plans.
Most of the remaining items were construction resources, scattered across a large number of inventory slots.
He naturally moved these smaller items to the bedroom he was using as a temporary storage room.
After clearing out these miscellaneous supplies, he didn’t forget that he still had twenty to thirty boxes.
They were all drops from defeated zombies, of varying quality, with rare-level ones making up the majority.
However, Vikram, who had already killed many zombies, knew that zombie drops were generally inferior to those from ordinary creatures.
Perhaps the drop rate was lowered because there were too many zombies? He didn’t know.
This ti, when opening the boxes, everything else was unimportant; the crucial ones were the boxes dropped by Mutated Zombies.
Just as he was about to open a box to investigate, he felt his clothes being tugged from behind.
He turned his head and found it was Anjali, staring at him with a pleading gaze.
Seeing Vikram raise an eyebrow, she spoke, "Vikram, I want to open these boxes too. I’ve never opened one before."
"You’ve opened better ones in the ruins. Let open one, please." As she spoke, she tugged at his sleeve, swinging it back and forth, just like a spoiled child.
In response, Vikram rely shrugged and stepped aside.
He didn’t mind; after all, his own luck wasn’t necessarily great, so letting her open one wouldn’t hurt.
"Hehe." Seeing Vikram agree to her request, Anjali gave him a sweet smile.
Instead of rushing to open the box, she first went to the bathroom to wash her hands before approaching it.
Before opening the box, she bowed three tis as if performing a ritual, then unlatched the lock.
He had been watching Anjali with interest, expecting her to be embarrassed, because a box with blue and purple hues would most likely yield blue-quality items.
Who knew that after Anjali’s fiddling, purple light actually emanated from the opened crack in the box.
"What the heck?!"
"Could it be that fools truly have good fortune?" This exclamation earned him a glare from Anjali.
However, she ultimately kept her gaze fixed on the items inside the box.
Although the box was of decent quality, it was still a zombie drop.
There were only a few items inside. Three were desert Eagle guns, which ard the three girls also.
And another was indeed an Epic-level item, which made Anjali jump three feet in the air with joy.
[Advance Vitality fruit: Purple, consuming it increases speed and stamina by 4 points each, unaffected by the constitution cap increase from blue-quality vitality fruits.]
The item that dropped was none other than the vitality fruit that everyone had grown tired of eating.
The key point was that this fruit’s quality reached Epic-level, aning it was not affected by the cap.
In other words, even if they ate it now, it would still increase their constitution.
Looking at the Epic-level item glowing with purple light, Sophia. Divya and Anjali’s lips parted slightly, both clearly surprised.
After a mont of dazed, Anjali raised an eyebrow at Vikram, who was watching the show, an unmistakable display of her own prowess.
Vikram, on the other hand, truly had nothing to say and could only offer a helpless, wry smile.
"Vik, do you want this fruit?" she asked with a smile, shaking the fruit in her hand.
"If you want it, call ’Anjali, the great beauty,’ and I’ll give it to you."
Facing Anjali’s triumphant smile, he could let her get carried away, "Alright, alright, Anjali is a great beauty, okay?"
Hearing this, her face instantly brightened considerably. "Hmph, that’s more like it." As she spoke, she casually tossed the fruit to Vikram.
Her nonchalant manner clearly showed that she had no intention of keeping it in the first place.
She then looked at the other item in the box, a blueprint.
Speaking of which, blueprints were very common in the early stages of survival.
But ever since the variety of resources increased, he rarely saw them drop from boxes anymore.
The price of blueprints in the market had also been rising steadily, with so valuable blueprints costing much more than food.
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