The text message coming from abroad astonishingly noted all of Irving's personal information, even his home address was clearly stated.
As he continued to read, Irving's face grew more grim.
At the very bottom of the message, there was an attached image, seemingly a symbol: against a profound black background, a radiant crescent moon was floating, and a dazzling solitary eye was hiding within the moon.
"Could it be them?!" Irving thought of the last time that Anna had called him, the identities of those men in black at the park had been investigated, they were from an overseas organization named 'Dark Night'. He looked again at the emblem attached at the end of the message and shook his head helplessly.
Back in the park, he was only trying to protect himself, he didn't expect to actually attract attention from the Dark Night organization.
It was a threat message, far more intimidating than any scary words!
This meant the 'Dark Night' could come knocking at his door at any time.
Until now, Irving still couldn't understand why the Dark Night organization would target ordinary players, but that was not important anymore. A hint of cold light flashed in his deep-set eyes, "Think I'm easy to bully? If they dare to come, they better not blame me for being rude!"
He had some confidence in his own abilities, but he knew he needed to be well-prepared in advance.
The second wave of the catastrophe will strike in 72 hours, replicating the extreme weather conditions when the Dark Overlord devoured other planets with a 1:1 accuracy. All players will face threats of extreme cold and darkness. In addition to this, there will also be attacks from even more powerful alien beasts.
"It seems I have to continue upgrading the shelter, not only to strengthen its sturdiness but also to have cold resistance. It would be best to have more self-defense measures like swamp pits." Having personally experienced the end of the world in his last life, Irving knew better than anyone else the extreme environment he would face. His eyebrows furrowed, muttering, "And stockpiling supplies, I must prepare quickly..."
There's a saying, a person can't function properly without regular meals
Even if Irving was a talented necromancer, without food, he would starve to death.
He didn't need to worry about money. The equipment he sold before added up to more than ten million. What he was more concerned about was how to store the supplies. After all, many types of food had an expiration date.
"I have to take the chance to try this thing out. I don't know if it would work..." Irving glanced at the [Void Ring] on his finger, thinking to himself.
At that moment, Irving suddenly heard his stomach growl. He looked down at his stomach and a bitter smile surfaced on his face. From yesterday until now he hadn't eaten anything. So he ordered some takeaway on his phone, then used the delivery time to log onto the forum.
Upon opening the communication section, there were quite a few new threads.
"Newbie Guide: Sharing Secrets to Killing Pigmen. "
"Looking for players to build a shelter together. "
"Sky Travelers Guild recruiting a large number of players, over a dozen strong warriors already in the guild, join to receive protection... "
"Question: Does anyone know the consequences of suffering backlash from the Blue Star? Please enlighten! "
"Buying a large amount of equipment materials, interested parties contact privately! "
"Does anyone know how to increase the success rate of equipment upgrades? How to get advanced materials? "
Irving's gaze fell on a question post: "What happens when you suffer backlash from the Blue Star?"
A player below had posted a photo along with a comment: "This is a friend of mine, who suffered a terrible fate!"
In the photo, the player who had suffered from backlash lay in a hospital's intensive care unit. His body covered with gruesome wounds, some so deep that bone was visible...
Normally, when players are killed by alien beasts, they are protected by the will of the Blue Star and can be resurrected the next day to re-enter the game. However, once a shelter is destroyed, this protection disappears, meaning any injuries suffered in the game will be directly brought into reality.
Seeing the photo in the post, many players felt a chill and left comments below.
"Holy shit! This is terrifying."
"This guy definitely won't live long... I don't want to end up like this!"
"My uncle works in a hospital. He said many people died overnight. The morgue is almost full."
Irving shook his head, he had anticipated that there would be no good ending from suffering backlash. The law of survival in this world was the survival of the fittest. It was just now becoming more tangible.
He felt a sense of urgency and murmured, "It seems that the shelter is the foundation of everything. I must upgrade it as quickly as possible..."
He then opened the trading area to take a look.
While the beast tide had claimed many players' lives, crisis and opportunity coexisted. A fair amount of equipment had appeared in the trading area, but Irving only glanced at it briefly, his face showing a lack of interest.
The equipment quality in the trading area was mostly ordinary. While there were advanced equipment, they were few and far between, and all within one or two stars range... Even so, as soon as they were listed, they were immediately bought.
To survive in the Other world, becoming stronger was the only way, and equipment played a crucial role!
In addition to ordinary players, many guilds were keeping a close eye on the trading area, ready to pounce on any high-grade equipment that appeared and buy it without hesitation if the price was reasonable.
At this moment, Anna was also staring intently at her computer screen, with a burly man, Aron, standing beside her.
"We've received a lot of news from abroad in the past two days. Some forces are trying to use the Other world Game to assemble an army, preparing to overthrow the higher-ups..." Aron said worriedly. "The situation outside is getting more and more chaotic... Last night, the leaders held an emergency meeting, requesting that our Angel Squad expand quickly to maintain domestic stability."
Anna's fine eyebrows furrowed even tighter, "Expansion isn't the problem...We already have nearly a thousand members in the Angel Squad." She pointed at the computer screen, "From this morning until now, the equipment we've collected is far too little, and much of it is just ordinary. There's simply not enough to distribute."
Hearing this, Aron couldn't help but sigh.
Without equipment, players simply cannot utilize their true strength, let alone equip a team of thousands with suitable weapons. It's easier said than done!
It's important to note that it's not just the Angel Group that requires a large amount of equipment; many other guilds are also keeping a close eye on the activity in the trading area.
Especially those wealthy family powers. They know that the day the Dark Overlord descends will also be the day the game gets reshuffled. If they want to stand firm in the apocalypse, they must have enough power in the Other world!
They aren't afraid to spend money, even willing to spend all of it. After all, when the apocalypse arrives most of their assets would become worthless. It's better to convert them to in-game resources as soon as possible...
...
Within the top office of Green Vine Group.
"How's it going?" James was also watching the trading area. In front of him sat five accountants, whose task was to buy up as much equipment as possible on the forum.
"Mr. James, we began purchasing equipment right after the first wave of the catastrophe ended yesterday. While the prices of equipment are much cheaper than before, it's not easy to buy that much all at once." The leading accountant spoke with a bitter expression, explaining the situation. "Take the capital city for example. Besides our Green Vine Guild, there are more than ten major guilds purchasing equipment, and they've even intercepted a lot of equipment..."
James' face turned even more gloomy, "How much equipment have we acquired so far?"
"120 pieces of junk equipment, 12 ordinary equipment, high-end equipment...none at all." the accountant reported.
"Not enough, not enough! Too little!" James exclaimed, feeling anxious. The Green Vine Guild he established had suffered heavy casualties in the first round of disaster, facing the sweeping beast tide. There were even several times when their shelter nearly fell.
If the guild's shelter was destroyed, all players affiliated with the guild would suffer a substantial backlash!
Remembering the scenes, James still felt a chill.
James had already put all of Green Vine Group's available funds to use. He gritted his teeth and said, "Raise the price! Keep raising prices! Especially for high-end equipment, buy it no matter how much it costs!"
"Understood!" The accountants responded in unison.
At the same time, other guilds also began to spend copious amounts of money on transactions. Any equipment that appeared on the forum was almost immediately bought, and a large number of foreign users also joined in...
At this moment, a post appeared in the trading area like a bombshell.
"Ordinary Equipment: 684 pieces! High-End Equipment: 242 pieces! Rare Equipment: 2 pieces! Selling as a bundle, interested parties please contact! "
In the bottom right corner of the post, the poster: Lucky Pretty Boy!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
Like it ? Add to library!
Have some idea about my story? Comment it and let me know.