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The sun had set.

Darkness had settled on the city.

The night was not as wonderful as it used to be. Many horrors resurfaced on the ground during the night.

A night was 100% more dangerous than the day.

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Today was a good day for Phil. He ate to his heart's content.

But more happiness was that even after stuffing himself to the limit, at least a serving worth of grasshoppers meat was remaining.

And he can have a heavenly taste of meat one more time.

The nutritious meat made Phil's body warm as he had a sensation of full filled.

With the warmth came a bout of laziness, which made his body want to enter the world of dreams. Slowly as his body temperature increased, his nerves relaxed and he fell into a deep long sleep.

This was the first time in dozen days, that he let his concentration relax and sleep. To the point that he was defenceless.

At present, anyone could kill him, and he will not even know, as even his so-called sixth sense also entered a hibernation.

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Somewhere in the west

A team of five people with five stuffed bags were tracking back to there base.

Adam and his team were in the same lane as their stronghold. They waited till it was dark to return because it could serve two purposes.

First, he will alert everyone in the base if his team didn't return till dark, even the boss.

Second, when he entered in such a high profile manner, even if any captain got news of his loot, no one will use any underhanded method.

Hhehehe after all I have a gun, there were only 23 rifles in the stronghold. And a small team was only given a rifle when they went for patrol. This showed that they can't give up on such a strategic weapon.

As for human life that was dirt cheap, but even then nobody dared to go out without a rifle, because they knew that going out without a rifle or smg was a death sentence.

Like the sunset, all my boys were fidgeting uncomfortably as today was the first day that they were out of the protection of the walls in the stronghold. And all the stories of horror of dark didn't help.

Seeing this Adam could only sigh in frustration.

" Okay boys gather up we are going in, be careful and stick together, it is less than 250 metres to the wall, remember that after taking in all the loot we will be heroes and everything is within reach" Adam tried to boost his and others confidence.

Surprisingly they managed to make it to the gate of the stronghold, without any accident.

Adam suppressing his excitement, quickly yelled: " Open the gates, do you want us to die without a bone closing the gates before we even returned."

Adam's voice was like a thunder in the ominous night and suddenly the area behind the gate becomes a hive of activities.

" Adam, you bastard where were you, even the boss has been told of your disappearance, you are so screwed, hhehehe." came a voice from the tower near the gate.

It was a sentry tower with a high platform to keep the gate monitored.

There a person with a submachine gun was stationed around the clock.

The gloating voice belonged to Edward, another one of the team leaders. His team was of 4 people including himself. His team was a friendly rival of Adams teams.

One of the few, whom Adam could even call friends. Both the teams have been looking out for each other's back now for more than 2 years.

Hearing Edward's gloating voice, Adam's face showed no displeasure, because he was certain that today was his day, and he was going to make it big.

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The sun had reached mid-way, shining brightly, bringing all the warmth it could to the world habitats in this hell-like world.

It was at this time that Phil came back to his senses. He woke up, with a little laziness, but when he came back to his senses, his nerves became taunt as he took up his surrounding, and realising that he was not in danger. After some time when he was sure that he was okay he slowly relaxed but, suddenly broke out in cold sweat remembering how he fell asleep without any preparation and was defenceless.

Realizing his brush with death, Phil felt cold in his spine. While he was distracted, Phil suddenly saw that in his vision on the upper corner there was something very small, there, which moved with his sight.

Curious about it, Phil focused over it, and suddenly his whole vision was filled with some kind of screen. Realizing this Phils couldn't control his emotion.

" Hahaha ", and started laughing without care of the world. His golden finger was finally here, at last, he was not a failure among his co-transmigrators.