For this group of people, he didn’t want to give them a quick death; he had to vent his anger.

Otherwise, if he had traveled all the way from the Territory, wouldn’t it have been a wasted trip?

He collected all the boxes that originally belonged to him into his backpack.

The four of them quickly returned to the territory.

The three of them had been silent since earlier, clearly embarrassed that they couldn’t even handle such a small matter.

Back at the territory, they wanted to say something, but Vikram interrupted them.

"Alright, I know what you’re trying to say. You didn’t do anything wrong today."

"Listening to what they had to say wasn’t wrong either. It’s not like I have to kill everyone who comes to find me."

"But next time, if you encounter someone who causes trouble without stating their intentions first, just kill them."

He couldn’t really blame the two of them for this. He had also initially thought these new neighbors were looking to discuss something with him.

Who knew they were just a few idiots coming to collect protection money.

But thankfully, the outcome was good. Killing a few short-sighted people made him feel much refreshed.

Vikram himself didn’t pay much attention to it, but the three of them felt particularly embarrassed by Vikram’s understanding.

"This matter was indeed due to our own lack of decisiveness. There’s no need to specially make excuses for us."

"Since we joined the territory to help you with chores, we shouldn’t have let you handle such a small matter personally today."

"In any case, we will change next time," she said with firm and serious eyes.

"Mhm, mhm, I will change too."

He didn’t know about Anjali, but Sophia and Divya’s awareness was clearly higher than Vikram had imagined.

Since entering the Shelter, she had also been constantly taking on tasks, and Vikram felt that finding such a member was truly a blessing from a previous life.

"Cough, cough."

"Now, I, the Shelter Leader, am giving you a task."

"You say it," they said in unison.

Seeing them look at him with curious eyes, Vikram suddenly felt a little embarrassed to speak.

But thinking that his request was truly excusable, he finally said slowly, "Um... help me calming me down."

Vikram swore that he absolutely wasn’t asking this to take advantage; every word he said just now was true. He really needed to calm himself, even though he didn’t know why. Maybe it was the effect of going berserk.

Looking at Vikram’s slightly unnatural expression, the three of them looked at him in strange gazes.

But remembering he came for them, the three exchanged glances, finally nodded, and then said, "You lie down first."

They pushed Vikram onto the sofa and once again removed his clothes.

Just as they were about to touch it, they felt his muscles feeling more stronger.

"How come you look much better compared to earlier?"

"It’s true!"

"How long has it been?" Saying this, Anjali even reached out and gently poked his chest.

Feeling a stinging pain, he couldn’t help but cry out, "Hiss, don’t touch it randomly."

He saw them staring at him with suspicious eyes, meaning they wanted Vikram to explain.

"Hehe, maybe I’m just exceptionally talented. After all, my physique is what it is, so it’s not a big deal for it to become more beautiful, right?"

"Right??" His mouth twitched uncontrollably.

Vikram kept his eyes down, finally coming up with a slightly clumsy excuse.

He had initially thought that such an obvious lie, only fit for fooling idiots, wouldn’t work.

But unexpectedly, they seemed to accept this explanation very quickly and stopped asking questions.

And the next thing, you all can guess what happened.

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It was now the afternoon of the first day after the extreme cold had ended.

It had been two full days since they had rushed overnight to the Savage Wolf Shelter to wipe out those beasts, and then defeated the Mutated Zombie and the hooligans outside.

Even with their high physical stats, they couldn’t endure such a long time without sleep.

Amidst repeated yawns, the Shelter completely fell silent, and the four of them comfortably lay down in their beds and fell asleep.

When the four of them opened their eyes again, it was already the afternoon of the next day.

Although he had slept on his stomach, Vikram still felt refreshed after waking up.

After a simple lunch of balanced meat and vegetables, he opened the regional chat channel.

He wanted to see if any Survivors had any special gains after the extreme cold ended.

He also wanted to see their opinions on these zombies.

He hadn’t forgotten that the Survival Platform had mentioned new resources would appear in the Wasteland World after this extreme cold ended.

But since it was mentioned separately after zombies, it clearly wasn’t referring to the supplies dropped by zombies.

He was just thinking this, but when he opened the channel, the first thing that caught his eye wasn’t the messages in the channel.

Instead, it was the number of people in the bottom right corner. The regional chat channel, which originally had 100,000 people, had already dropped to around 40,000 after the extreme cold ended.

Now, the number in the bottom right corner has returned to around 100,000.

He knew this wasn’t Survivors in the channel being resurrected. He figured it must be the channel merge that the Survival Platform had mentioned earlier.

This was actually a good thing. After all, with more Survivors in the channel, the information would be broader.

However, the people in the channel didn’t seem particularly concerned about the unfamiliar Survivors who had appeared in the regional channel.

What they were truly concerned about were the zombies now rampant in the Wasteland World.

"Why are there suddenly zombies everywhere outside? The end of the extreme cold didn’t mention this at all!"

With just a simple question, the chat immediately saw a massive response, with people expressing similar confusion about this sudden event.

Because the Survival Platform had indeed only given a vague hint before, it was normal for Survivors who hadn’t paid attention earlier to not figure it out quickly.

Zombies appeared in the Wasteland World two weeks ago, but the Survivors in the chat channel are only just now realizing it.

"Have you all encountered zombies? I don’t seem to have any here."

"Don’t listen to the exaggeration from upstairs. There are indeed zombies, but it’s not like they’re everywhere yet."

"And honestly, these zombies don’t feel much different from Crimson Creatures, except for their ability to infect."

"Exactly! I actually think it’s a good thing."

"Although zombie meat can’t be eaten, at least the source of supply crates has increased because of the zombies, right?"

"You’re all talking so lightly! My shelter encountered zombies today, and their numbers couldn’t be described as just one or two."

"All the members in my shelter died because of this. Now I’m the only one left. What’s the point of surviving anymore?"

While some people were chatting casually, a survivor jumped out, screaming hysterically.

Vikram couldn’t tell if the tone of voice was a lie.

Recalling previous encounters, even with firearms, except for him, for others, would be a trouble.

Three people with pistols seemed so helpless against today’s Mutated Zombie.

With Vikram’s current physique, he was clearly far from being able to walk freely in the Wasteland World.

Not to mention these ordinary Survivors whose physiques were, at most, twenty.

Seeing this, his fists clenched, his knuckles turning white from the pressure.

The zombie outbreak crisis was more terrifying than he had imagined.

To think that the zombie, which hadn’t even reached Epic-level, could cause him such trauma.

Although it was partly because he wasn’t wearing armor at the time, it was still enough to indicate the severity of the situation to come.

"It seems this Intermediate Primal Evolution Fruit is still necessary to purchase."

It was laughable that he had thought firearms would be enough before. Now, with just one zombie faster than him, he couldn’t even hit it.

Looking at the messages in the channel, his finger was still unconsciously scrolling up.

This time, he opened the channel not only to see what other Survivors thought about zombies.

There was another reason: various messages about new resources.

As his finger constantly flipped through messages, he finally found some news about new resources in yesterday’s messages.

It was a picture sent by a female Survivor.

The caption below stated that she had accidentally found a pile of broken buildings in the wild.

As everyone knows, pictures sent in the Wasteland World cannot be photoshopped.

So here, the credibility of the pictures was much higher than on Earth before. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

Squinting, he zoomed in on the picture to examine it.

The content on it was very obvious: a pile of ruins that looked like scattered rocks.

But when he carefully observed the details, he noticed a clue.

Although the scattered rocks were in a fractured state, from their angular shapes, it was not difficult to see that they were definitely not naturally formed.

This also aligned with the woman’s statement that, before this, the pile of scattered rocks was a man-made structure.