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In the night.

Having eaten dinner early and finished washing up, the four of them once again huddled on the sofa.

Today was the day the Black Mist changed.

As usual, tonight would undoubtedly be another sleepless night.

From the start of the Black Mist until now, it had basically had no impact on Vikram.

Just a little breeze from the Storm Mage Sprout will remove all the Black Mist.

So, even though the Black Mist had been going on for a long time, none of the three had any unusual symptoms.

"It’s here!"

Again just as they thought, the natural disaster Black Mist increased from 5% to 30%.

Vikram remembered that when the natural disaster first began, it was roughly five percent.

Vikram didn’t underestimate this small number.

Earlier, in the chat channel, he had seen many people suffering from festering bodies due to toxicity.

The current situation inside the house was not much different from when the natural disaster first started and no measures were taken. For them, again Storm Mage Sprout breeze required.

But then he thought, he should do something, before going to the ruin.

"It won’t be fatal, but I’ll have to spend Plant Essence to upgrade the defence against this."

Vikram sighed inwardly. But it will take time, currently he doesn’t require it.

Vikram was about to turn his head to look carefully at the changes in the Wasteland World on the Survival Platform.

Suddenly, he remembered something else and quickly got up and rushed out the door...

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At the foot of the quiet mountain, late at night, a thick black mist descended like ink, making the already dim visibility even blurrier.

Vikram, who had just pushed open the door, had a solemn look in his eyes.

He arrived inside the observation room, where he found Archy, Ranzy and Ron. It looks like Ron’s relationship with both Archer Druids has gotten closed.

Ron was sitting on an office chair. As soon as Vikram arrived, the surprisingly fit Ron immediately noticed him.

He then got up from the chair and greeted him. Seeing his greeting, Archy and Ranzy also do the same.

Vikram looking at their cute gesture, couldn’t help but pat their head.

"Good evening, Brother Vikram."

"Hmm!" He nodded slightly at him after patting Archy and Ranzy.

Then, looking at the screen behind him, Vikram asked, "Have you found anything?"

Upon hearing this, Ron immediately nodded, "I don’t know if it’s due to the natural disaster’s changes, the number of zombies appearing on the monitor just now suddenly surged a lot."

Saying that, Ron pointed to one of the monitors with Night Vision capabilities.

Vikram also cast his gaze upon it.

Indeed, as Ron said, the number of zombies had once again exceeded previous levels.

Before, although zombies also moved in groups, there would always be a distance of about four to five hundred meters between hordes.

But now, on the screen, zombies appear in large clusters almost every two to three hundred meters.

But whenever they crossed the hundred meters, Archy or Ranzy attacked them with their arrows and killed them.

Vikram couldn’t see further, but at least this was the situation outside the perimeter wall.

This was not the most important thing.

After all, these ordinary zombies had limited impact on them.

Besides basic instincts, their attack methods relied only on their hands and mouths.

If he wanted to, he could easily slaughter a large area with firearms.

What truly concerned him was that among the zombie hordes outside the perimeter wall, there were also a bunch of Mutated Zombies with obvious physical characteristics.

Having encountered Mutated Zombies so many times before, Vikram also knew the weird nature of these zombies’ attack methods.

He was even starting to worry whether his upgraded perimeter wall could withstand these zombies’ advance.

Still, currently ten people on the wall, and Archy and Ranzy from the observation room were enough, till now, not any zombies were able to cross the hundred meters.

Vikram took a deep breath, after confirming that these zombies temporarily posed no threat to him, Vikram patted Ron’s shoulder, "This observation room really needs someone watching it constantly. You’ve worked hard."

"In the latter half of the night, you can call someone else to take over, so you can take turns and still have time to rest."

"Don’t waste too much energy in this place; I’m counting on you to help me deal with zombies later."

"Yes, Brother Vikram!"

He also patted Archy and Ranzy and complimented them, which male both of them happy.

—

Back in the treehouse, he had just let out a sigh of relief when he turned around and saw Sophia, Divya and Anjali on the sofa, looking quite unwell.

He rubbed his eyelids wearily, "Is there a problem with the Survival Platform?"

Before the two could speak, Vikram answered first.

In the current situation, the crises of black mist and zombies were already understood.

For the two of them to still show such expressions, the only thing he could think of was the situation with the Survival Platform.

Sure enough, after a moment of contemplation, the two nodded.

"The trading market...has a problem."

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Early morning, inside the Shelter in the woods.

Snape sat on the long bench with his eyes closed.

His face was expressionless, but upon closer inspection, one could notice the veins bulging on his forehead.

"Boss, the people sent to that kid’s shelter... still haven’t made contact."

Scott said, looking at the motionless Snape, and timidly shrank his neck. 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶

Even though Snape was completely still, Scott, standing beside him, vaguely felt a strong killing intent.

Unlike most Survivors who only started killing after arriving in the Wasteland World, Snape was an out-and-out executioner back on Earth.

Being dragged into the Wasteland not only caused him no discomfort but also rescued him from a life sentence.

And he, relying on his fierce courage and extensive experience in killing from his time on Earth, gradually ascended to his current position.

Coupled with the previous experience of being controlled by the authorities on Earth, he was remarkably low-key in the Wasteland.

Even though he had already established a sufficiently large Shelter force, he never showed off in the chat channel.

As a result, Green Wind had hundreds of people, yet very few had heard of its name in the channel.

Finally, Snape slowly opened his eyes.

He looked at the silent Scott, a cold glint flashing in his eyes, "Are you saying... these ten people couldn’t even take down a few opponents, and they couldn’t even escape?"

Snape said with a forced smile, his eyes growing colder and colder.

"According to this, isn’t the other party a reincarnated immortal, or do they have machine guns and artillery?"

"Otherwise, how could so many people be dealt with instantly?"

If Vikram were here, he would definitely say, "Hey, you actually guessed right, I really do have a machine gun."

However, Scott didn’t know the truth and was speechless at the moment.

In fact, Scott really wanted to argue that this was Snape’s decision and had nothing to do with him.

But circumstances were stronger than him. The words reached his lips, but noticing Snape’s gaze as if he wanted to devour him, he ultimately dared not speak them.

Seeing that Scott didn’t even dare to breathe, Snape took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to explode, and said, "What about those survivors with good physiques from before? Don’t tell me you messed up on this too?"

Snape took a sip of water, and as the cool water entered his stomach, he felt his anger subside considerably.

In reality, these Survivors sent to investigate Vikram’s whereabouts were not that important.

At most, they were considered peripheral members of Green Wind.

He could easily get as many of these Survivors as he wanted.

He wasn’t angry because of the decrease in members; it was entirely because his inability to deal with Vikram had infuriated him.

Speaking of which, although the two had never met, Vikram had already killed nearly twenty of Snape’s subordinates.

This was the real reason for his outburst.

It was one thing to not be able to take down Vikram for a while; perhaps the other party truly had some special abilities.

But those stubborn Survivors like Ron should have been brought back, even if tied up, after so many days.

However, he soon discovered that Scott remained silent, not even daring to look at him.

Seeing this, Snape’s heart sank, and the anger he had suppressed with ice water instantly flared up again.

"I’m talking to you! Why the hell don’t you speak? Are you mute?"

He roared, kicking Scott mercilessly.

Despite being able to react to the kick, Scott dared not dodge, allowing the other party’s large foot to strike his side.

The immense force sent him flying sideways.

Scott, who fell to the ground, clutched his waist and then knelt down, "Boss, those Survivors... ran away."

"They also killed four of our brothers."

"Good, good, good, Scott, Scott, you can’t complete a single task I give you, can you?"

"In that case, why am I even keeping you? Get out of here and join the odd-job members!"

Snape stood up, smashing the water cup heavily on Scott’s head, instantly causing Scott’s head to bleed.

But even so, Scott didn’t care about his injuries at all; instead, he frantically kowtowed with his bleeding head.

"I’m sorry, Boss, I know I was wrong, please give me another chance."

"Those Survivors who ran away might not be found, but that brat Vikram, I can definitely handle him."

"As long as you give me one more chance, this time I’ll go find trouble with him myself, and I’ll definitely give you a satisfactory answer."

"By then, I’ll bring his head to you, alright?"

Scott kowtowed repeatedly, his wound gradually congealing in the cold air, only to be broken open again with each bow.

But Snape had not spoken, so Scott dared not stop.

He knew that what Snape had just said was not out of anger.

Snape had more capable people than just him; many could take his place.

He had only just managed to climb up; how could he be willing to go back to being an odd-job worker?

As for escaping and becoming a high-ranking member in another faction, that was even more impossible.

Snape would never let go of anyone who couldn’t be used by him.

Once someone joined his faction, if they tried to escape, Snape would surely order them to be hunted down.

For this reason, Scott continued to kowtow, until his consciousness became somewhat blurry, before he finally heard the voice he wanted.

"I’m giving you one last chance. If you can’t grasp it, then don’t even think about coming back alive."

"Yes, yes, Boss, I guarantee to complete the mission smoothly and deal with that brat for you."