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Doomsday Roulette

Chapter 2430: Ye Zhongming's Slave Killing Plan (Part 1) 🗡️

Published: February 13, 2025

In the Unified National District, was there really no follow-up after that?

Clearly, that couldn't be the case, at least not for Xia Lei and Cloud Summit.

Stabilizing the National District, or even the Earth, had always been a hidden wish for many humans. However, as the apocalypse deepened, this wish turned into a luxury and was gradually forgotten.

With Cloud Summit beginning to show immense strength, there were no opponents left in the National District or the world to challenge it, and this thought was slowly returning.

Internally, Cloud Summit had always had this plan, but it wasn't of great importance and hadn’t been brought to light. The outside world had no plans at all, and up until now, it had only been a topic of casual conversation and bragging.

Xia Lei and Cloud Summit planned to implement this plan.

Of course, returning to the peaceful times of the past was impossible. Now, everyone was a little superhuman, and the structure of life was different from before; even the food chain had changed. If they insisted on restoring the previous state, it would undoubtedly be akin to seeking death.

Even if this world could be restored, its essence had already changed, and many things were no longer as they once were.

Reestablishing order would inevitably require a system suitable for the current situation.

Xia Lei had already hinted a bit that humans would only occupy the cities and some surrounding areas, treating the wilderness as a paradise for adventure and a hunting ground that constantly produced various resources.

Then, within the cities, Cloud Summit would establish rules, and under these rules, they would extract increasingly larger profits...

However, this plan was destined to be implemented in phases. Such a new governing method could not be established overnight; the process might be quite long.

The biggest challenge was not just clearing out the second-tier cities, but also the first-tier and super-first-tier cities. Each of these cities contained millions of zombies and various mutated life forms. After ten years of the apocalypse, they had formed a relatively stable system with the evolvers. Eliminating them meant that each major city would be a real war.

There were nearly twenty first-tier cities alone!

This did not even include some heavily populated second-tier cities!

To exterminate the zombie hordes and mutated life forms in these cities, Cloud Summit would have to go all out each time, and there would inevitably be considerable losses. Even though Cloud Summit could easily recover its combat strength through battle, taking a city in three months, achieving the clearing of twenty major cities would still require five years!

This didn't even count the first batch of confirmed target cities below the second tier.

Building a brand new stable social structure to overthrow the current chaotic framework was truly not something that could be accomplished in a short time.

Cloud Summit had to take it slow.

After the meal, Miya and the others left, leaving only Mo Ye behind.

"When this plan is issued, you will be the direct leader of one of the teams. You will command a hundred thousand warriors, a hundred thousand... the true core warriors of Cloud Summit."

Mo Ye looked at Xia Lei, somewhat confused as to why she said this.

Isn’t it normal for her to lead a team? With her current status and strength, it wouldn’t be surprising for her to lead not just one but five teams. For a long time in Twin City, it had been Mo Ye leading millions of Cloud Summit warriors in battle.

"Clearing the cities is just an additional task; your real mission is the parasitic swarm," Xia Lei said, then added, "parasitic swarm."

Mo Ye felt a bit dazed and had a slight realization.

Xia Lei poured a glass of wine for Mo Ye; the few people hadn’t drunk before.

"Zhong Ming's return this time brought back not only equipment and magic crystals but also a message for me."

Xia Lei took a sip of the red wine, which was said to be worth seventy to eighty thousand a bottle in peaceful times, and pouted, not tasting much flavor.