Chapter 7: Clinging to a Thigh

When Liu Lin logged in, Fang Heng was busy sorting supplies. Three makeshift wooden crates were placed in front of his simple bed.

"Yo, you're here."

Fang Heng waved his hand to greet Liu Lin.

Liu Lin’s smile was a bit stiff.

This guy, he had actually already crafted makeshift wooden crates!

Liu Lin felt both envious of Fang Heng’s talent and regretful that she hadn't established a good relationship with him earlier.

Fortunately, at least she hadn't offended him.

After hesitating for a long time, Liu Lin took a deep breath and made a decision.

"Fang Heng, my talent is Pharmaceutical Production."

"Oh?"

Fang Heng looked up at Liu Lin, who was revealing her background.

"It’s an A+ grade talent attribute," Liu Lin said, looking at Fang Heng. "Right now, I can craft some medicinal items, like hemostatics and recovery items. After level 10, I can craft anti-viral serum to increase infection resistance, and after level 20, I can craft genetic agents that boost player attributes."

Very impressive!

Pharmaceutical production was one of the rarest talent skills in the game.

After all, there were very few ways to increase base attributes in a zombie apocalypse game.

Potions were one of them.

The trouble was that it would be after level 20 before Liu Lin could actually craft those potions.

Taking the Seventh District zombie apocalypse as an example, even after the server had been open for decades, 99% of players hadn't reached level 10.

Liu Lin asked directly, "What do you think of my talent?"

"It's alright."

It was very strong in the late game, provided she could survive until the late game.

Fang Heng didn't quite understand why Liu Lin would ask that.

For a split second, Liu Lin did feel a tiny bit annoyed.

What did he mean by "alright"? An attribute like this was one in ten thousand!

But then she thought about it—compared to Fang Heng’s heaven-defying talent, it could indeed only be described as "alright."

Soon, Fang Heng realized that Liu Lin’s act of revealing her background was a way of "asking to team up."

Fang Heng nodded in thought.

Setting aside Liu Lin’s skills for a moment, it was true that his zombie clones weren't omnipotent. At the very least, he needed teammates before his shelter was fully established.

For instance, when he went out, the supplies in the shelter could be stolen by others. The supplies gathered by the zombies also needed to be sorted, not to mention trading with other players...

Fang Heng looked at Liu Lin, feeling a bit hesitant.

He wasn't sure if Liu Lin was suitable as a teammate.

After all, they had only known each other for a day; he wasn't sure what kind of person she really was.

Seeing Fang Heng hesitate, Liu Lin pouted and hummed softly, then began to explain.

"I don't like playing games, and I have no intention of developing in the game. I just hope to get through the mandatory game time set by the Main God, so hugging a thick thigh is the most convenient way."

"Don't worry, as long as you ensure my safety, I will definitely do my best to help you whenever you need me in the future."

Originally, Liu Lin had to be the "thick thigh" herself since she couldn't find one, but now that she had found Fang Heng, she naturally felt that hugging his thigh would be much easier.

Liu Lin felt that with such a powerful talent skill, as long as Fang Heng wasn't an idiot, surviving wouldn't be a problem.

"Alright, I understand. I'll cover your three meals and ensure your safety, and you work for me. Do you accept these terms?"

"We are cooperating with each other. Both sides can terminate the cooperation at any time and go their separate ways."

"Deal."

Fang Heng shrugged and agreed.

Having a helper at this stage was always a good thing.

As for whether Liu Lin was truly a trustworthy partner, that would require more time and observation.

At least Liu Lin was decent-looking.

Liu Lin grinned, "Hehehe, happy to cooperate."

Fang Heng pointed to the crate on the right. "The food is in that box. You can take some if you're hungry. Remember to protect it well; I have a task for you later."

"Haha! Generous boss, I really didn't misjudge you!"

Liu Lin laughed. Ever since she joined the apocalypse game, the immense pressure of survival had made it hard for her to breathe, forcing her to suppress her true nature and act like a person who didn't want to be bothered.

Now, Liu Lin finally felt a bit more at ease. She returned to her usual self, hopping over to the crate like a happy little magpie.

"Wow! You big tycoon, you actually have bottled mineral water! I couldn't stand it anymore; the boiled water here always has a weird taste."

"Wow! You even have canned fruit!"

Listening to Liu Lin’s exclamations, Fang Heng shook his head silently.

Was it really necessary to get this excited over a little bit of food?

Currently, the food Fang Heng collected in a single night was enough for him to eat for several days.

As the number of zombies expanded, the food would only become more abundant.

Perhaps because the previous owner of this body was a night owl, Fang Heng didn't feel a hint of sleepiness; instead, he felt increasingly energetic.

After finishing the organization of supplies, Fang Heng still couldn't sleep, so he simply turned on the communication radio to scout the game progress of other players in the area.

【Trading supplies, hit me up! Need food! Need food! Need food!】

【Is anyone taking people in? Please!】

【Looking for a team! There are three of us in the shelter, looking for talent level B or higher. Private message me if interested.】

【Does anyone know where to find nails? Why can't I craft them?】

【Starving to death, can anyone give me a bite to eat? I'll do anything.】

【Where are there still shelters? The ones I found are full!】

Fang Heng scrolled through the radio chat logs; most of them were useless messages.

Most of the nearby players had already found shelters, and having gone hungry on the first night, their demand for food was immense.

This was both a good thing and a bad thing.

On one hand, he could use the food to trade for a large amount of basic supplies at a premium; on the other hand, he had to be careful to guard against armed looting by other players.

Fang Heng secretly set a plan for building the shelter.

He needed to do two things tomorrow. First, explore the surrounding map to find a suitable place to build a shelter, and while he was at it, figure out if there were other survivors nearby or any camps of apocalypse merchants.

To avoid early trouble, it was best to find a location with fewer players to build the shelter.

After all, players would kill his zombies; this happened often in the memories of this body.

Second, level up.

The evolution crystal fragments dropped by killing ordinary zombies could raise his character level to a maximum of 5.

To continue leveling up after that, he would need to kill higher-level zombies or use a large amount of survival points to trade with players.

He would first raise his character level to 5, expand the number of zombie clones to 15, and further improve his "AFK" efficiency.

Right, he almost forgot, he had a job interview tomorrow afternoon.

Otherwise, it would be funny if he didn't starve to death in the game apocalypse, but starved to death in the real world instead.

Thinking this, Fang Heng said, "Liu Lin, tomorrow you and Liao Bufan go around the area. Try to figure out the surrounding environment and see if you can find a suitable place to build a shelter. It’s best if it’s a bit hidden."

"Hmm, take some food with you when you go. If you find other survivors, you can trade with them for nails."

"Shelter? Nails?!"

Liu Lin wasn't stupid. Her eyelids twitched.

She asked in disbelief, "Fang Heng, you want to build your own shelter?!"