Published: February 6, 2025
Thank You for the 588 from the Village Burly Brothers!
After chasing for an hour, the Rat King found itself at a loss as the human it pursued vanished without a trace. In its frustration, it smashed the head of one of its subordinates and screamed into the air.
Not far away, Ye Zhongming was also feeling regretful. He could have easily shaken off the Rat King, but he wanted to create an opportunity for the small alliance to escape the battlefield. There was also a hint of greed in his heart; he hoped that the Rat King would leave its subordinates behind while it chased him, thereby giving him a chance for a one-on-one fight. Ye Zhongming was about seventy percent confident in his ability to take down this creature.
Unfortunately, the Rat King was no fool. Faced with an opponent of equal strength, it preferred to lose the chase rather than abandon its own group.
With over ten thousand mutated rats in pursuit, Ye Zhongming had no choice but to flee.
When he returned to the camp, the team had already arrived ahead of him. Following Ye Zhongmingâs instruction, they had changed out of their bloodstained clothing to prevent other mutated beings from tracking them by scent.
Brother Bao, Shasha, and other leaders greeted Ye Zhongming and reported on the battle's achievements.
Overall, the results were quite good. This battle netted over six thousand Grade 1 Magic Crystals, several hundred Grade 2 Magic Crystals, and three Grade 3 Magic Crystals.
In reality, the actual kill count was much higher, but they simply didnât have the time or opportunity to mine for the magic crystals.
Of course, there were losses as well; over sixty people wouldnât be coming back, and a few were severely injured, leaving little hope of survival without a healer.
However, Ye Zhongming couldnât see a trace of sorrow on their faces.
At first, Ye Zhongming was puzzled, but then he suddenly realized that he had grown accustomed to leading his team to achieve great results with minimal casualties in this life. He had forgotten that in the apocalypse, inflicting a thousand casualties while suffering eight hundred losses was the norm, and this team was a coalition of dozens to hundreds of factions. Losing a few people was merely the equivalent of one or two casualties per faction, a loss well within their acceptable range.
Moreover, such results could hardly be described as âeight hundred losses.â
Everyone understood that Ye Zhongmingâs true objective was not this operation; the gains from this battle were comparable to luring zombies with the spirit woman, and that method was much safer.
âLet everyone rest for a bit; tomorrow will be the key battle,â Ye Zhongming instructed, then added, âLetâs distribute twenty percent of todayâs gains among everyone, and the factions that lost members can take an additional ten percent as compensation, evenly divided according to the number of sacrifices. I will keep all the Grade 3 Magic Crystals, but you can take my share of the Grade 1 Magic Crystals as an exchange.â
Once this news spread, there was a suppressed cheer in the makeshift camp. Ye Zhongming had nearly given up half of his income to support these small factions. Such generosity was rare, and because of it, each faction could receive hundreds of Grade 1 Magic Crystals and several Grade 2 Magic Crystals, a substantial gain.
Thus, Ye Zhongmingâs standing among them rose once again.
Returning to his quarters, Red Hair and the spirit woman had been waiting there, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Two drops of blood of evolution finally landed in their hands.
Without hesitation, both of them tilted their heads back and drank them down, and instantaneously, changes began to occur in their bodies.
The spirit woman's black hair visibly lengthened at a rapid pace, enveloping her entirely moments later. Her black cat curled into a ball, its fur also growing quickly to cover it. The two black furballs, one large and one small, began to move rhythmically, their movements perfectly synchronized.