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Another day passed in the Wasteland.
Although he had obtained the coordinates of the new resource point yesterday, he couldn’t go out to explore that factory right now.
The toxicity of the Black Mist outside had reached an unavoidable level.
Vikram had been observing the several Survivors hanging on the trees outside these past few days.
After four or five days, as expected, all four of them were dead.
Vikram stood in the almost pitch-black Black Mist, observing the four corpses on the tree at close range.
The toxicity of the Black Mist had completely corroded every part of their bodies in just a few days.
Leaving festering, putrid wounds on all four of them.
Vikram was certain that these four people did not die from freezing, thirst, or hunger.
Vikram hadn’t given them food, but he had given them water to observe them.
A few days were clearly not enough to starve them to death.
There were barricades outside the territory to block so cold wind for them, plus a bonfire, so given the physique of these few people, freezing to death was also unlikely.
This ant that these four Survivors died from toxicity after staying in the Black Mist for about four days.
His gaze swept over the four recently deceased bodies on the tree, and Vikram untied the ropes from them.
He had a general understanding of how long an ordinary Survivor could last outside due to the Black Mist’s toxicity.
According to the third stage of toxic invasion, without any protective asures, a survivor would likely die within about four days due to the toxins entering their body.
These four bodies were no longer of any use to him, so he planned to burn them.
This was to prevent the corpses from making the air inside the wall sll foul.
But just then, looking at the bodies that had fallen limply to the ground, Vikram suddenly frowned.
As if he had thought of sothing, he imdiately squatted down and carefully examined the injuries on these four people.
"These wounds... why do they look so familiar?"
Looking at the festering, pus-filled wounds on the bodies, a familiar creature inexplicably ca to his mind.
"Zombies?"
Vikram imdiately summoned the system, preparing to scan these bodies.
At this mont, the sound of footsteps crunching in the snow suddenly ca from behind him.
Before he could turn around, a familiar male voice entered his ears.
"Brother Vikram, so it’s you! I thought soone was invading our Shelter!"
"Oh, right, Brother, what are you tinkering with here? Do you need a hand?"
Ron rubbed the back of his head and asked in a slightly rough voice.
Interrupted, Vikram turned around, his gaze shifting from the bodies to Ron.
"Nothing, just observing these four Survivors."
"You don’t need to help, go do your own thing."
Vikram waved his hand, preparing to observe the condition of these bodies by himself.
"Oh, alright." Ron, who had been staring at the observation room screen, replied sheepishly and was about to leave.
But just then, the corner of his eye inadvertently caught sight of the bodies at Vikram’s feet.
That alone wasn’t much; a single corpse was common in the Wasteland.
What truly made his pupils constrict was that these four bodies actually started to move.
And their movents clearly indicated an attempt to bite Vikram’s thigh.
Seeing these monsters about to succeed, Ron exclaid, "Brother Vikram, watch your feet!"
As Ron spoke, he moved forward to pull Vikram away.
However, the mont Vikram saw the strange look in Ron’s eyes, he had already moved a significant distance away.
In the blink of an eye, he was already behind Ron.
He even reached out and patted his shoulder, applying a slight pressure to stop his movent.
"Brother Vikram... your... your speed?"
Seeing Vikram instantly teleport behind him, Ron turned his head, looking at Vikram as if he had seen a ghost.
Seeing Ron’s surprised gaze, Vikram’s expression remained calm.
The mont he had summoned the system, he had already received information about these four bodies, so he had already been on guard.
But in Ron’s eyes, it was completely different.
He knew that besides his mutated purification ability, which he hadn’t used to its limit, he had maxed out all other items that increased his physique.
Yet, he still couldn’t clearly see Vikram’s movents just now.
This could only an that Vikram’s physique was even higher than his.
And it wasn’t just a little higher; he estimated it was almost twice his own.
Thinking of this, Ron couldn’t help but swallow.
The last ti they t at the villa, although he couldn’t beat Vikram, he hadn’t felt such a huge gap between them.
Now it seed that if Vikram hadn’t held back then, he might not even have had a chance to escape.
However, he then rembered that Vikram was now the leader of their Shelter, and he imdiately breathed a sigh of relief, a smile returning to his face.
"Brother, your strength must be unique in the entire Wasteland World, right?"
"Your little brother is truly impressed." Ron clenched his fist, his face full of admiration.
Vikram ignored Ron’s adoring gaze.
Instead, he stared gravely at the spot where he had just stood.
The four bodies there, oh no, the four zombies, after failing to strike, imdiately got up from the ground.
Staring intently at them, they slowly walked towards them.
Rembering the corpses on the ground that had tried to bite Vikram earlier, Ron slapped his forehead and also turned around, "What’s going on with these zombies?"
"Weren’t these Survivors tied to the tree before? No zombies bit them, so how did they end up like this?"
Looking at the approaching zombies, Ron was first puzzled, then looked at Vikram.
After receiving Vikram’s nod of approval, he unhesitatingly rushed forward, pulled out his weapon, and began to slash.
Vikram had already scanned these four zombies with the system; they were just so rare-grade zombies.
Under Ron’s strength value of forty, they naturally couldn’t last more than a few seconds before being dismbered and falling silent.
"Tch, I thought they were more capable. They all died before I even ward up?"
Ron clicked his tongue, kicking away the zombie lying at his feet and saying loudly.
Vikram, however, shook his head, "Ron, help burn these bodies."
Vikram’s expression was not good. After saying this, he turned and returned to the room.
This left Ron completely bewildered, thinking he had done sothing wrong to displease Vikram...
Back in the shelter, Vikram collapsed onto the sofa.
As for the reason his face looked grim, it was, of course, the influence of the Black Mist.
He reopened the system’s analysis interface from earlier.
[Normal Zombie: Rare grade, a zombie mutated from an ordinary survivor infected by the Black Mist’s toxicity.]
The system’s description was short but very direct.
The Black Mist’s toxicity could directly infect normal people and turn them into zombies.
But this alone was enough to make his expression darken.
Because he didn’t know if the prerequisite for this infection was simply inhaling the toxic Black Mist, aning Survivors would sooner or later beco infected and mutate.
Or if it required reaching the sa level as those four Survivors outside to beco zombies.
If it was the latter, it would still be acceptable. If it was the forr, then things would be a big problem.
Perhaps he could escape this toxicity through the system, but what about others?
If this characteristic was true, he estimated that it wouldn’t be long before the Wasteland World would be left with only zombies.
By then, he would probably be the only one left alive in the entire Wasteland with his wives. Or the people living in his territory.
If it ca to this situation, with only few living people left in the world, he felt there would be no aning in living anymore...
But he then cleared his thoughts, and understand, this was not the ti to think about all of these.
Speaking of which, since his last exploration of the Hospital, Vikram hadn’t ventured far again for a long ti.
At most, he would just ss around near his ho or within the walls.
It was precisely because the black mist’s toxicity was too outrageous, and he also found out that it can infect survivors.
But then he had the Storm Mage Sprout, Healer Druid, Light Mage Druid, so he didn’t need to worry about this.
Now, he indeed needed an outing to replenish the territory’s supplies.
He also needs to upgrade the walls of territory 2, since he knew the later most dangerous Zombies were going to appear.
First was the thickness, height, and counter-attack capabilities of the periter wall.
When there were too many Zombies, Mutated Zombies would climb over the wall and enter.
Not to ntion Epic-level Zombies; he estimated that the current tal wall thickness definitely couldn’t withstand frequent attacks from Zombies of that level.
Next was the wall’s counter-attack capability, such as adding anti-climbing coatings to the outer wall, or adding electrified barbed wire.
Vikram would only be satisfied if Zombies below Epic-level were absolutely prevented from entering the walls.
Thinking of this, Vikram pondered for a mont, then sat on the sofa and sent a ssage to Abhishek.
[Vikram: How are you? Not dead, are you?"
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Their last conversation was when Vikram was discussing how to help the other party get through the interrogation.
Now, with no reply, Vikram sent a ssage to confirm that his dishonest spy was alive.
However, after a long ti, Vikram received no reply.
"No way, he really died?"
"Then who’s going to make up for my missing resource point?"
Muttering to himself, Vikram tried to activate his wristband’s ability.
Fortunately, after being stimulated by him, a sound ca from his friend’s ssages...
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