Published: February 10, 2025
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The Iron Tower House is a well-known spot in the outskirts of Ling Shan City, as it serves as an information station.
The two towering iron structures, which reach several meters high, are said to be remnants from a mechanical factory, originally a drying device. After the apocalypse, people connected them with bricks and steel bars to create an aerial base. Eventually, it is unclear whether this faction was destroyed or simply moved, leaving the area vacant.
After being discovered, the strong external defenses of the place gradually turned it into a resting spot for nearby survivors. Over time, it became an information station where people either sold or bought news, using that information to gain benefits.
Don’t underestimate such places; a single piece of news could mean a bottle of Evolution Potion. For an individual evolver or a small faction of just a few people, news about a small horde of zombies holds no value as they cannot afford to engage. However, for a team of hundreds or thousands, it represents a lucrative opportunity. They can set traps and obstacles in advance, making it quite easy to encircle these zombies.
Thus, offering a percentage of the possible income to obtain such information is a very worthwhile transaction.
Don’t think there’s no integrity amidst the apocalypse. While greed and betrayal occur constantly, in certain situations, people during the apocalypse may value trust and reputation even more than those in peaceful times.
In recent days, the Iron Tower House has been overflowing with people. Almost all the leaders of surrounding factions are gathering here, each unwilling to miss out on the latest news and exchanging the information they’ve obtained.
“How many days has the battle at Cloud Summit lasted?”
A muscular man tilted his head back, took a gulp of his drink, and let out a hearty belch, wiping his mouth with his large hand, smearing the liquid onto his pants.
Sitting next to him, a frail middle-aged man leaned against the thick wall of the Iron Tower House, tapping on the table in front of him as he said softly, “Who cares about that? What we care about is when this battle will end!”
“To be honest, Cloud Summit is something else. After so many days, they’re still holding on. If we had that many mutated zombies attacking us, we’d probably last no more than three days,” an elder remarked, noticing the muscular man drinking. He sniffed the air, tempted, swallowed hard, and thought about what he could trade with the muscular man for a drink.
“Three days? Old Pi, you really have a beautiful imagination. With our strength, we wouldn’t last three days, let alone three hours!” This time, it was a clean-looking young man speaking, his eyes filled with concealed envy and admiration as he mentioned Cloud Summit.
“Did you know? Someone brought back news that there are now over a million zombies gathered below Cloud Summit City, and even more stuck behind them, unable to get close. As for the flying mutated creatures, there are at least tens of thousands that have descended, all trapped inside. Aside from the two mutated golden eagles that appeared the day before yesterday, no flying creatures have come in the past two days.”
The young man spoke loudly, and still seemed eager to continue, “Among the zombies, powerful eighth-level existences have appeared, slaughtered by Cloud Summit. I heard they didn’t even touch the city wall! An eighth-level magic crystal is lying beneath the Cloud Summit City Wall. Whoever picks it up will strike it rich.”
“I know you’re a Cloud Summit admirer, but why don’t you go over there and help?” Old Pi, tempted by the drink, scoffed, causing the young man’s face to flush red.
Seeing the young man’s reaction, Old Pi became even more smug and declared loudly, “You all don’t know, but this time Cloud Summit might not hold out.”