Chapter 48: Recruitment

Fang Heng felt it was very strange.

He had clearly been facing away from the soda can, yet he could sense a can being thrown at his back.

As it turned out, his perception was correct!

The can flying at his back was identical in angle and force to the state of the can he had perceived!

Could it be because of the "Danger Perception" skill in the game?

How was that possible!

But...

Thinking this, Fang Heng lowered his head and looked at his palm.

He clenched his fist tightly.

It felt as though his strength had also increased...

Could the transmigration have brought physical changes to his body?

There were benefits like this?

He shook his head, deciding to stop thinking about it for the moment, and walked into Villa No. 3.

The interior of the villa was cleaned spotless.

The first floor was a public living room, while the second and third floors were divided into separate, independent areas.

Fang Heng's room was 301, located on the left side of the third floor.

"The company is really rich."

Fang Heng walked up to the third floor, entered his room, casually placed the purchased daily necessities on the table, and lay comfortably on the sofa.

"I bought them for nothing; everything is already provided, and they're in ten-tenths new condition..."

After taking a quick shower, Fang Heng felt bored, so he opened the official game forum.

He clicked into the newly opened forum section for District 8.

As soon as Fang Heng looked, the page was filled with the wails and various cries for help from players.

[It's over, it's all over. My house was torn down, my food is gone, I can't hold on. Should I just commit suicide?]

[Bro, don't say that. I'm starving just like you. Whatever you do, don't kill yourself! Hold on as long as you can! It all counts toward game time! You only have three lives, you must endure!]

[Heh, our team was harassed by zombies again last night. We have no energy to go exploring today, so we're just lying flat. Another day of starving.]

[What should I do if my teammate is infected? Is there any hope?]

[No hope. Tie them up and wait for the corpse transformation; just use them to farm game time.]

[Some tree roots are edible, but there's a chance of diarrhea. I suggest mixing a tiny bit into your food every day...]

[Need nails. Does anyone know how to get nails?]

[The big shots upstairs are already building shelters? Spill it, how did you get food?]

[My residence was attacked. A few zombies are blocking the door, what should I do? Brothers, give me some advice, it's urgent.]

[Don't say anything. Just close your eyes and farm game time, that's the way to go!]

Most of the posts were players exchanging experiences on how to better endure hunger and how to better farm game time to extend their playtime.

Fang Heng scrolled through them, feeling that the content was largely the same with no substantial survival techniques, so he stopped reading.

Tomorrow's mission location was Hope Town.

Hope Town was about 200 kilometers away from the Doomsday Merchant Camp. Fang Heng estimated it would take about 3 to 6 hours to drive there by motorcycle, depending on the road conditions.

Fang Heng tried searching the forum for information regarding Hope Town.

A line of red text appeared on the first page.

The post was published by the forum administrators three days ago.

The Federal Government had cleared a large farm warehouse in District 8 to serve as a temporary shelter and resource collection point.

The location was about 3 kilometers south of Hope Town.

Any player in District 8 could obtain shelter in the warehouse for free.

The Federation would be responsible for protecting the players' safety.

However, the Federation would not provide any survival resources to the survivors.

Additionally, the Federation would issue various resource collection tasks to players. Players could choose to exchange collected resources for real-world currency.

"Exchanging supplies for money? I wonder if they're short on wooden planks..."

Fang Heng muttered softly to himself.

Even if they were, Fang Heng had no intention of trading wooden planks for money with the Federation.

As Fang Heng gradually established a foothold in the game—first occupying the prison, then being the first to complete the construction of a super-large shelter—his ambitions were expanding unnoticed.

At first, he only wanted to secure food and shelter in the game.

Now, Fang Heng's mindset had clearly changed.

His goal had become to establish a powerful shelter in the game and become a dominant force on equal footing with the Federation.

The Federation was one of his competitors.

Naturally, Fang Heng had no intention of selling supplies to a competitor.

Unless the price they offered was impossible to refuse.

Fang Heng clicked the "Back" button on the webpage.

He thought that perhaps tomorrow he could take the opportunity to visit the Federation's temporary shelter to scout their strength.

There weren't many posts regarding Hope Town.

Fang Heng continued to look through them.

According to information released by many players, Hope Town was currently swarming with zombies.

Among them were many high-level mutated zombies.

Forget entering; ordinary players couldn't even get close.

The Federation seemed to have designs on Hope Town; over the past few days, they had been attempting to lure the zombies out of the town in small batches.

The effect was quite good; the density of zombies in the town was much lower than when it first started.

Fang Heng browsed through the posts one by one.

"Huh? A recruitment post?"

Fang Heng narrowed his eyes.

Location: Hope Town. Recruiting combat-class explorers.

Description: Enter the Hope Town hospital to find something. If interested, contact me for details. The reward will definitely satisfy you.

Note: This mission is highly difficult. Private message if interested.

Hmm? Someone else wants to enter the Hope Town hospital?

Fang Heng grew wary.

Had he received the same mission?

Fang Heng rubbed his chin. Seeing that the poster, "Old Black," was online, he tried sending him a message.

Fang Heng: "I am very interested in the mission you posted."

Old Black replied immediately.

Old Black: "I need you to prove your strength first."

Fang Heng: "I am Fang Heng, a former professional player. You can look up my profile online."

Old Black: "I'll go check."

After a while, Old Black sent another message.

Old Black: "Very good. Besides you, there will be a few others participating in the mission tomorrow. If you are interested, you can find me at the Federation warehouse at that time. We can discuss the details in person."

Fang Heng: "What is the reward?"

Old Black: "30 Main God Points."

Fang Heng's eyebrows shot up.

He had Main God Points!?

In the Main God game, players could use Main God Points to exchange for various high-value, rare items within the Main God Space.

Compared to Survival Points, Main God Points were much more precious and harder to obtain.

Additionally, Main God Points could be exchanged for Survival Points at a ratio of 1:100, but Survival Points could not be exchanged for Main God Points.

Fang Heng replied again.

Fang Heng: "I accept. Tomorrow at 12:00 PM, at the Federation warehouse outside Hope Town."

Old Black: "I will await your arrival."

After scrolling through a few more pages and seeing no more useful information related to Hope Town, Fang Heng closed the webpage and went to sleep.