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nTranslator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

nHint: You have found a simple shelter (this shelter can accommodate up to 5 people. Currently, it can accommodate 3 people).

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nHint: Players can be protected from zombies in the shelter. If the number of people in the shelter exceeds the maximum capacity, the shelter will lose its function.

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nHint: After 62 hours, the shelter will lose its function.

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nThe shelter was a benefit provided to novice players by players. Under the sheltered state, zombies would not attack the shelter.

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nFortunately, the shelter was not full.

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nFang Heng pushed open the wooden door of the shelter and walked in casually.

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nA few players who were sitting around the bonfire in the shelter stood up and stared at Fang Heng vigilantly. One of the old men even took out a crossbow and aimed it at the zombie behind Fang Heng.

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n“Don’t get agitated,” Fang Heng pointed at the zombie and explained, “It’s summoned by my talent skill, so it’s not dangerous.”

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nEveryone looked at Fang Heng and after making sure that the zombie behind him was standing still, they sat down again.

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nThere were three people in the room: a fat guy in a short-sleeved shirt, a skinny old man with a crossbow, and a young woman in light makeup and fashionable clothes.

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nThe young woman had been sizing up Fang Heng ever since he entered the room.

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n“Brother, your skill is really scary. Come and sit down,” the fat man let out a sigh of relief and invited Fang Heng to sit down. “I was wondering that since this is a shelter, logically speaking, zombies wouldn’t be able to enter.”

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n“Haha, the talent I just got is not bad. It’s just a little ugly.”

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nFang Heng waved his hand and ordered the ten zombies to gather materials nearby. Then, he walked into the shelter alone.

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nThe zombie clone would not be attacked by the same kind of zombies even at night. It could maintain the ‘hack’ state for 24 hours a day.

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n“By the way, my name is Liao Bufan, he is Jimmy, and this beautiful lady is Liu Lin.”

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n“My name is Fang Heng.”

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nFang Heng sat beside the bonfire with the others.

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n“What bad luck. I was originally in the government-built shelter, but I was suddenly judged as a passive game and got sent here. It’s so annoying.”

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n“This is bad. The new apocalyptic world. It will take at least a few months for the federation to send people to build the shelter.”

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n“Sigh! How do we get through this…”

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nLiao Bufan was a chatterbox. He spoke indignantly and introduced everyone’s identities.

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nThe three of them had been judged by the King of Gods to be passive games and had been forced into the zombie apocalypse world.

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nLiao Bufan was a university student. He had only joined the game for less than a year, and the skinny old man was in the management of a foreign company in the real world.

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nOther than Liao Bufan, the other two didn’t like to talk much.

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nAs the sun set, the temperature in the cabin gradually dropped.

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nJimmy took out some dry wood from his backpack and threw it into the bonfire, making it even hotter.

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n“Coo, Coo, Coo…”

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nLiao Bufan touched his belly which was creating the sounds, and his face turned red.

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nHe was hungry.

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nFang Heng also felt hungry. After fighting zombies for a whole day, he had used up a lot of energy.

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nLiu Lin took out two potatoes from her backpack, skewered them on a tree branch and roasted them on top of the bonfire.

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nThe aroma of the food soon spread out.

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n“Gulp.”

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nLiao Bufan swallowed his saliva and looked at the baked potatoes in Liu Lin’s hands with great envy.

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n“I’m quite lucky today. I’ve collected a few portions of potatoes. If you have any survival materials, you can exchange them with me.”

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nThe black and thin old man, Jimmy, thought for a moment, took out three bottles of water from his backpack and placed them in front of the bonfire.

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n“Little girl, what do you think of this?”

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n“It’s not enough, Uncle.” Liu Lin shook her head, “In the early stages of the game, food is the most precious, especially in this forest environment. Elementary players cannot hunt, so food is the hardest to get. Three bottles of water are not enough.”

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nJimmy nodded and took out another three bottles of water from his backpack.

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n“Six bottles. That’s the most. I still need the rest for myself.”

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n“Okay, I’ll give you a potato in exchange.”

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nLiu Lin handed over a potato and put away Jimmy’s six bottles of water.

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n“What about you guys? Do you want to exchange food with me?”

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nLiao Bufan had a bitter look on his face. He didn’t have much survival experience in the zombie apocalypse and his luck wasn’t very good. He didn’t collect any high-value materials along the way, he simply took out all the things in his backpack and put them on the ground.

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n“These are all I have. You can take whatever you want, okay?”

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n“Young man, you’re really smart. You want to use these materials to exchange for food?” Old man Jimmy picked up the potatoes that he had just gotten and roasted them over the bonfire. He shook his head and said, “Is this what you young people always talk about, getting something without paying?”

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n“Don’t say that.” Liao Bufan looked at Liu Lin with some expectation. “How about I borrow from you? I’ll return it to you tomorrow.”

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nLiu Lin refused flatly.

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n“No.”

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nLiao Bufan looked even more miserable.

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n“Fang Heng, what about you?” Liu Lin looked at Fang Heng and winked at him. “Do you have anything you want to exchange with me?”

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n“No.”

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nFang Heng shrugged. He had been killing zombies all day, so how could he have time to collect materials?

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nHowever, he wasn’t in a hurry. Soon, the zombie clones outside would bring him materials.

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nLiu Lin smiled and asked, “What do you think? Tomorrow, we’ll form a team and work together. During the day, you’ll protect me. During that time, I’ll be in charge of your food.”

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n“Hmm? What does that mean? Do you want to support me?” Fang Heng wondered.

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nFang Heng raised his head and looked at Liu Lin.

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n“Something is wrong with you!” Fang Heng couldn’t help but feel that way.

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n“Hey! Wait a minute!”

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nLiao Bufan saw an opportunity and volunteered, “Rich lady, I can also help you. Tomorrow, I will help you with your work. I just need to fill my stomach.”

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n“You?” Liu Lin looked at Liao Bufan with disdain. “You can try it too, but you only have half a potato tonight.”

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n“Hey! Why? Why do I only have half a potato?”

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nLiao Bufan was angry. Why can’t I rely on my looks to earn a living? Can this world be cured?

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nLiu Lin smiled but did not answer. She only looked at Fang Heng. “What do you think about my suggestion? Do you want to consider it?”

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nFang Heng shrugged. “No, I have other things to do tomorrow.”

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nLiu Lin was a little disappointed.

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nShe admitted that she did look for Fang Heng to form a team because of his looks, but most importantly, Liu Lin had taken a fancy to Fang Heng’s talent skill.

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nThe first day was fine. As the game progressed, the rules of the real world became meaningless in the game when facing death.

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nMore and more cases of malicious snatching of materials would occur.

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nShe needed to find a partner that she could trust as soon as possible.

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nIn Liu Lin’s opinion, Fang Heng’s obedient zombie would be very useful in the apocalyptic environment.

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nLiu Lin looked at Liao Bufan and said, “Alright, Liao Bufan, what about you? What do you say? Half a potato.”

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nLiao Bufan was in a dilemma.

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nHe was in distress right now. The half potato that Liu Lin gave him was so small that it was not enough to fill his stomach. It was too cheap for him to agree to ‘sell his body’ just like that.

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nFang Heng looked at Liao Bufan’s conflicted expression and wanted to laugh.

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n“Alright! I’ll follow you tomorrow! But tomorrow, you must give me at least two pieces of potatoes per meal.”

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n“Okay.”

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nLiu Lin said as she handed over half a piece of potato.

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nLiao Bufan’s face was full of smiles again. He copied Liu Lin and used a tree branch to pierce through half a piece of potato and roasted it on the bonfire.

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nAfter eating the piece of potato, his satiety increased by 10 points. Liao Bufan rubbed his stomach and felt that he was not satisfied yet.

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nHe looked at Fang Heng, who was sitting in front of the fire, and asked, “Brother, are you going to go hungry tonight? You’ll be in a bad state tomorrow. Why don’t you follow that rich woman?”

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n“For the sake of earning money, it’s too shabby.”

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nLiao Bufan tried to persuade him. He had the mentality that if he had to lower his head for the sake of his life, the others should do the same.

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nFang Heng wasn’t in a daze. He was checking the status of the zombie clone through the game system just now.

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nThe situation was good and he had gained a lot.

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nFang Heng closed the game log and patted Liao Bufan’s shoulder, then asked, “Brother, you had not eaten your fill just now?”

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n“Of course. I’m not full with just half a potato.”

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n“How about I give you a boiled egg in exchange for all your materials?”

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n“You have boiled eggs?”

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n“Not yet.” Fang Heng raised his head and looked at the door of the cabin. “But I’ll have them soon.”

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n“What do you mean?”

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nLiao Bufan didn’t quite understand. He raised his head foolishly and followed Fang Heng’s gaze to the door of the cabin.

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nThe sound of footsteps could be heard outside the door.

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