Survivors are Opportunity

With the pendant guiding me in the right direction, I leap from rooftop to rooftop at incredible speed – speed that would have broken both of my legs if I hadn't raised my cultivation level without a single care about the consequences.

One of which is me being the weakest Martial Realm Expert in all of existence. Probably.

Nevertheless, I am still more than a match for everyone and everything within the Life Zone. I suppose within other Zones that have formed on Earth too.

But of course, I will have to test whether that is true or not. The question is –

An explosion ahead caught my attention, and the unending gunfire catches my interest. I stop moving and look down at the road below, seeing a group of survivors fighting against quite a lot of Lizardmen.

The survivors appear to be winning the fight thanks to their heavy weapons, and even if they manage to win, the victory will come at a cost. Not in terms of lives, but in term of resources.

And this is a major problem with guns.

There are just aren't enough ammos available within the Zone to defend against the monsters within it, and it will only get more and more difficult to survive as time passes since those same monsters will become a lot more stronger and far more harder to kill.

Darwin would have been proud.

"Fuck! There are too many of them! Too many of them! Die mother fuckers!" one of the survivors calls out and continues to empty his weapon into the incoming Lizardmen. "Fucking die! Die!"

"Is she done? We cannot keep doing this forever!" another man calls out and like the first, he empties his gun into the Lizardmen, but they just keep coming, inching every closer to the group. The situation is quite dire.

"Almost," the last person calls out after looking at the pharmacy across the street. "Hurry up, Tess!"

And from that, I realize they are scavenging for meds. For foods too, I suppose, but medicines appear to be more important at the moment.

Seeing what is being unfold below, I find it to be a golden opportunity to acquire some Wealth. To that end, I create some Calling Cards.

Calling Cards are a type of Vendor, and unlike the Trading Post, they are of one-time use. Despite that, Calling Cards are useful in situations where I cannot place down other type of Vendors instead.

The only thing left is delivering the Calling Cards to my potential customers, and after taking notice of their attempts to retreat, I believe I can introduce myself by rendering them a little help. Do I have the time, however?

It should not be long, and therefore, without further delay, I leap off the rooftop and land directly on one of the Lizardmen, killing it instantly. Not from the fall or from my weight. It is from the sharp blade right through its thick skull. Through its brain too, obviously.

"W-what?" one of the survivors calls out. He utters the same thing once more when I use my weapon to slash and proceed to decapitate any Lizardman that got too close to me. ���Who is this guy? Where the fuck he comes from?"