Doomsday Roulette

Chapter

The previous entrants also witnessed this scene, their bodies desperately leaning back.

However, they had lived for over two years in the apocalypse, so no one screamed or became hysterical. Everyone was on guard, ready to fight back if attacked.

Those eerie green or bloody red eyes did not approach; they simply watched quietly as these newcomers arrived.

“Do you have anything to eat?”

A dry, hoarse voice broke the silence, easing the tension of the new arrivals.

Even though fellow humans were terrifying in this apocalypse, the assurance that they were not mutated beings provided some comfort in such a dark environment.

As humans adhered to the principle of not consuming zombie flesh, food remained a significant issue for ordinary evolvers even now. The situation was similar to that with wild beasts; if one caught prey, they could feast for several days, but if they failed to find suitable targets within a given period, hunger would soon follow.

Thus, when hearing someone asking for food, the newcomers naturally felt a sense of vigilance.

So, these newcomers grouped together, not relaxing their guard against their fellow humans, with everyone lifting the steel spikes in their hands.

Ye Zhongming stood at the back, pressed against the stone wall. Although it was extremely dim, he could still vaguely see some things.

The group before him, with their eerie green or bloody red eyes, consisted of raggedly dressed, disheveled individuals with hunched backs. They looked more like demons emerging from hell than sentient life forms.

It appeared that these people had been in these mines for quite some time.

At that moment, one of them opened their mouth and a ball of light slowly rose into the air, revealing a skill or profession they possessed.

The light illuminated the area, making it brighter, though still somewhat dim; at least, they could see clearly now.

In the more clearly visible surroundings, the newcomers could finally see the appearance of these fellow humans, all of whom gasped in shock, their eyes showing undeniable chill.

It wasn’t directed at these people, but rather at themselves.

Because they seemed to have caught a glimpse of their future.

The newcomers looked at those dirty individuals, all of whom held steel spikes similar to theirs. Some even had two, but these spikes were obviously old and worn, with some even bent or broken.

When Ye Zhongming noticed deep brown stains on some of the steel spikes, he raised an eyebrow.

“You can’t do this,” one of the older individuals glanced at the one who had just spoken, raised two steel spikes, and then addressed the newcomers: “Leave half of your food and water as a greeting gift; otherwise, we’ll have no choice but to kill you and take these things from you.”

Even with a face smeared with dirt, one could still see the ferocity etched on this person’s face.

Ye Zhongming turned to look; the entrance, barely large enough for a person to bend down and enter, was silently blocked by a huge rock.

“Little pests, you’re breaking the rules again!”

A voice interrupted, breaking the escalating tension. An older man, similarly disheveled but cleaner than the group that arrived first, entered the massive stone hall beside the entrance, accompanied by several people.

The newcomers noticed that these individuals’ eyes lacked the eerie green or bloody tint.

Ye Zhongming observed the obviously divided factions of the ‘old ones’ and suddenly thought of a possibility. When his gaze returned to those with eerie green and bloody red eyes, a chill ran down his spine.

“You old fool, you’re still alive.”

The filthy man wielding two steel spikes grinned, yet his face was filled with murderous intent.

The two groups faced off, each with over two hundred members, while the few newcomers seemed isolated and vulnerable.

“My team welcomes you to join us. We are willing to share information about this place to make it easier for you to survive until the day we have the chance to escape.”