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[Your next survival will begin in three days. Please be prepared.]

The system fell silent after telling Zhou Chen the time for the next Survival mission.

"I can only rest for three days this time? The mission frequency has really increased."

Zhou Chen ignored the three tools on the ground and walked to the small refrigerator in his room. He took out a box of milk and a few slices of bread and sat on his bed to eat.

He was tired and hungry, and he was mentally exhausted as well. He needed to replenish his energy before resting.

As the wind blew, he thought about his Survival mission

He had gained a lot from this Survival mission. He had obtained several passive skills, and they were all useful. However, the process had been quite dangerous.

Now that he thought about it, if he did not have the Passive Plunderer talent, he would not gain these passive skills and he would probably not be able to survive the second day in the zombie city. After his stamina and mental state weakened, he would be torn apart by the wandering zombies. Even if he found a suitable room to hide in, he might not be able to survive the zombies' attack.

"This low bronze mission is clearly the lowest level. Why is it so difficult…"

Zhou Chen could now understand the pessimism of many people on the forum. Survival missions were so difficult even at the lowest level. Many people were eliminated every time, and the frequency was so high that many could not endure this pressure.

"No matter what, I have to try my best to survive. Every second I live is a gain."

Zhou Chen's mentality was much better than many other Survivors. He had died in a car accident and transmigrated to this world, which was equivalent to obtaining a second life. This in itself was a gain for him.

After finishing the bread and drinking the milk, he strengthened his resolve and tore a small red scroll from his inventory.

This scroll was the physique scroll he was rewarded for this mission. It could increase his physique by 0.1 which was not small.

After sensing that his body had become sturdier and stronger after the red scroll shattered, Zhou Chen lay on the bed and prepared to rest. Before sleeping, he opened his interface and took a look.

[Name: Zhou Chen

Physique: 1.5

Agility: 1.4

Spirit: 1.6

Talent: Passive Plunderer

Passive Skills: Corpse Poison I, Agility Enhancement I, Spirit Enhancement I, Physique Enhancement I, Combat Arts I, Spear Arts I

Comprehensive Evaluation: Low Bronze]

"The overall evaluation hasn't changed…"

Then, exhausted, he quickly fell asleep.

When he woke up, he looked at his alarm clock and realized that he had slept for ten hours straight into the afternoon.

This time, he slept very well and did not have any dreams. After waking up, he felt very energetic, but he felt a little hungry.

"Let's eat beef noodles downstairs."

There were no facilities to cook in his small room, and he was too lazy to do it himself. He went downstairs to eat.

He checked his clothes as he walked in the corridor.

His clothes looked different from when he left the zombie city. They were much cleaner, without any dust or stains, just like when he started the Survival mission.

However, after checking for a while, he still found something different. There was a small hole in the pocket of his pants. He remembered that this was not there before the Survival mission. It was probably cut by something when he was escaping from the zombies in the zombie city.

"Looks like the Survivors on the forum are correct. During the Survival mission, my entire body is teleported into the dungeon world, and when I return, I will be cleansed."

Zhou Chen's current body condition was more in line with this deduction. Other than his hair being a little messy, he felt quite refreshed. There was no sweat or dirt on him, only some small wounds from the zombie city.

"Now, I'm basically sure that the words on the forums are true. I can't bring anything from Planet Blue to the dungeon, and I can't bring anything out from the dungeon either. Only the items produced by the system do not have this restriction. And in terms of time, not even a second will have passed on Planet Blue when we leave the dungeon. If a living person suddenly disappeared in broad daylight, he definitely entered the dungeon and died."

While he was thinking, Zhou Chen arrived at the noodle shop downstairs and ordered three large bowls of beef noodles. Soon, he began to enjoy his meal.

After his various attributes were increased, he felt that his appetite had clearly increased.

"A large bowl of beef noodles costs 30 Dragon Country bills… These three bowls cost almost 100…"

Zhou Chen felt that his current expenses were a little high. For a jobless person like him, it felt like he was wasting his fortune.

"Forget it, I still have more than 40,000 on me. It should be enough for some time, heck, I might not even be able to finish them all."

Then, he remembered that he did not need to think too much about money in his current state. Money seemed to be useless to him.

"That doesn't seem right, rich Survivors can still buy things to increase their combat strength."

When he thought of the money spent on the noodles, Zhou Chen realized that money was actually useful for the Survival missions as well, but the amount required was high.

"Young man, I see you again! Your appetite is really huge. I'm definitely not wrong. You're a martial arts genius!"

At this moment, a familiar old man's voice suddenly came from beside Zhou Chen. He turned around and saw that it was the owner of the Weijiang Dojo, Liu Weijiang.

Boss Liu was dressed in normal black clothes. He slowly walked into the noodle shop. It seemed like he was also here to eat noodles.

"Boss Liu, don't mock me. I'm just an ordinary person with a slightly larger appetite. I don't have the ability to learn your martial arts."

When Zhou Chen saw this old man strike up a conversation with him, he immediately declared that he did not have any martial arts talent because he knew very well that this old man was completely a layman.

"Sigh, what a pity. My Infinite Hell Fist has no successor…"

Boss Liu sighed slightly when he saw Zhou Chen decisively refuse. He then sat opposite Zhou Chen.

Zhou Chen was speechless when he heard the regretful sigh. He almost couldn't swallow the noodles in his mouth because he had seen this Boss Liu perform the so-called Infinite Hell Fist. It was a scam through and through. Not only did it have no power, its movements were also very disorderly. It would be difficult to fool even a child with it.

"Boss Liu, if you want to develop your ultimate arts, you can consider posting videos online."

Seeing the gloomy expression on the old man's face opposite the table, Zhou Chen gave him an idea. In any case, according to what he knew, anything that seemed connected to ghosts and monsters would be quite popular in this world. If he posted the videos, everyone would be happy. There might even be someone with abnormal brain circuits who would be willing to become old man Liu's disciple.