Chapter 865

Time flew by, and as the safe zone drew nearer, it became afternoon.

They lit a fire to cook.

Cooking porridge on the moving convoy was also routine.

I don't know if the convoy leader Wang Tiangang had thought of something, but he abandoned his previous habit of conserving food, his face bitter as he tore open the several bags of rice he had found.

It seemed he intended to let everyone eat their fill.

The crowd cheered; although it was only rice, being full satisfied them.

As for asking Lin An's group for food? That was absolutely out of the question.

Moreover, Lin An's group didn't look like they were carrying food.

For a moment.

Besides the headset-wearing man glancing thoughtfully at Wang Tiangang, realizing what he was worried about, the others eagerly prepared to light a fire.

Dragging the bag of rice that looked the cleanest, Wang Tiangang somewhat awkwardly lowered his head to look at Lin An's group:

"Um..."

"Captain Chu, we don't have anything good here. If you don't mind, you can eat with us."

He silently clenched a corner of the grain bag in his hand.

It wasn't that he was reluctant to eat; given the other's great strength, even a fool would know to treat them well.

Quite the opposite, he felt that upon entering the city later, there would likely be great trouble...

An entire Corpse Hunter Squad detachment was wiped out by them, and the survivors were tied up and guarded from behind.

They acted as if they feared that entering the safe zone would not provoke an attack.

Therefore, he worried, worried that he and his companions might be implicated...

In his mind, Lin An had never made a move, and though that bald strong man was strong, judging by this group's behavior he certainly didn't look like an easy target.

If a conflict were to break out... no, it's bound to happen, then these small fry of ours would likely all suffer.

Yingshan Safe Zone actually has a Third Rank existence!

What kind of people are these, acting so fearlessly, even overbearing, and bringing captured Corpse Hunter Team members into the city.

To Yingshan Safe Zone, this is nothing short of a naked provocation, even a declaration of war.

But he didn't dare say he wanted to part ways.

His heart was tangled in countless worries; he truly worried about everything.

He sighed; this is probably the true portrayal of the weak in the apocalypse.

Whether one lives or dies, what happens—none of it concerns him.

Seeing the bag of food raised before him, Lin An paused his Cataclysm Power, lifted his head and gave a slight smile, as if he could see through what the middle-aged man was thinking.

Yes.

He knew that once he let Zhang Tie make a move, trouble would surely follow. Logically, they should kill to silence, then sneak into the safe zone.

But the problem is, he never even thought of wasting time gathering information from Heiyu.

Since he knew Yingshan Safe Zone was built because of Heiyu, its secrets would surely be tightly guarded by the other side.

Conflict is highly likely to occur.

If that's the case, does it matter whether it's a provocation or a face‑slap?

The Corpse Hunter Team aren't good people either; killing them is just killing them.

"Zhang Tie, bring out some food."

He gave the order lightly, and Lin An paid it no mind, continuing to study the Cataclysm Power.

While continuously consuming spiritual energy, he also felt a bit hungry.

Have to say, the idea provided by the Second Will is indeed strong.

For every 4 points of spiritual energy consumed, his attributes increase by 0.1—a ratio that's exaggeratedly terrifying.

Although the early stage of strengthening is relatively simple, the body's potential hasn't been pushed to the limit, so later it will probably become increasingly difficult.

But let's do a simple calculation.

A normal Awakened One recovers one point of spiritual energy per 24 hours; he recovers four points, and within Long An it's eight points.

This means that, with full effort strengthening his body, just by staying idle at the base he can enhance 0.2 points of strength and agility each day, plus explosive power and attack speed!

Six points per month, combined with the Star‑Caller's set, becomes seven points!

Even if it's just piling up time...

After three months, his dual attributes will break through the 70‑point barrier, violently increasing to a strength comparable to that of a high‑level Third Rank.

If it weren't that raising one's rank also requires raising the spiritual energy limit, Lin An had thought of just lying back and leveling up.

If he endures for a year and a half, during that period not taking action, using all his spiritual energy to strengthen his body.

Wouldn't his attributes break a hundred?

More optimistically, if he first raises his spiritual energy limit to that of a high‑level Third Rank in the coming time.

Thanks to the again‑accelerated spiritual energy recovery efficiency, the daily attribute enhancement would be more than just a simple 0.2.

Cyclical strengthening, feedback—could it be that the stronger he gets, the faster he improves, even exponentially?

On the other side.

After receiving Lin An's signal, Xiong Hanzi raised his eyebrows and grinned at Wang Tiangang.

"Alright, put that thing away!"

Looking at the stunned crowd.

He reached back and, like a magic trick, pulled out a hot pot from under his buttocks.

In the astonished gazes of the crowd, he then, like Doraemon, cheerfully pulled out food scavenged from the fighter jet.

Splish-splash

Ingredients fell into the pot.

Cooked steak, grilled wings, even fresh shrimp, and takeout-boxed lamb rolls.

Zhang Tie hehe-laughed, then reached back with his other hand.

Finally, after pulling out a box of Qingdao Beer with a gulping sound, the people in the carriage were like seeing ghosts; even the chocolate they were reluctant to finish almost fell to the ground.

Holy shit!?

Space equipment!?

The various ingredients before them shocked their nerves, but as the main force of the Awakened Ones convoy, they now cared more about what Zhang Tie's ability to produce things signified.

This bald muscular guy actually uses space equipment to store food?

Such a grand move, it completely refreshed his worldview.

If we say, what equipment is most sought after in the apocalypse, undoubtedly it's space equipment.

Many Awakened Ones lament the system's inhumanity; although it's said to be a Doomsday Game, there is basically no storage space or backpack.

All weapons and equipment must be held in hand; if lucky to encounter lots of supplies, moving them is a problem.

Thus, space equipment not only has great strategic value, e. g., carrying high explosives on person, or going out to search for supplies.

It also has strong secrecy and safety, e. g., hiding trump cards, storing consumable props.

But, right now..

Glug-glug

Glug-glug

The former is the sound of boiling hot pot, the latter is everyone's envious saliva.

Looking at the large amount of food conjured casually, the tempting aroma almost drills into everyone's nostrils, simply making them tremble.

So fragrant...

Eyes blinking.

Wang Tian Gang and the teammate beside him exchanged a glance, suddenly realizing why the other was so clean.

Even the beer is stored inside, not caring about wasting storage space.

This is probably, even body wash etc. are carried on person.

Such luxury is hard to imagine; what background do these mysterious few have?

The fingers gripping the food bag loosen, he only feels that he and others live terribly...

"Yun Tian! Come up and eat!"

Zhang Tie indifferent, grinned at everyone, then turned and shouted loudly at the off-road vehicle following the convoy.

Noticing everyone's shocked expression, he couldn't help feeling a bit smug.

This damn thing is nothing; if these people saw that fighter jet, their eyes would probably pop out.

Have to say, in terms of daily life, Zhang Tie feels that life after the apocalypse is more enjoyable than before.

Beside the convoy, Yun Tian poked his head out from the off-road vehicle:

"Captain Lin, can you take out my tank? There seems to be a corpse horde blocking the road..."

His hand itched; Yun Tian glanced at the detection equipment on his hand, which showed that about 6 kilometers away there were many zombies and mutants, seemingly chasing a moving black dot.

However, with only first-level strength, it made him want to take action.

Bang!

A huge roar, a flash of white light.

Lin An casually put away the off-road vehicle, then summoned a modified tank from his ring, appearing before Yun Tian.

The gun barrel is thick, the armor heavy, reflecting metallic luster.

Like a colossus, the remodeled half-fortress heavy tank, upon landing, emits a dull collision sound.

In the convoy's astonished gaze, Yun Tian, who was just driving, instantly merged into it.

Accompanied by a mechanical whirring sound, Yun Tian suddenly transformed into a 9-meter-tall giant mecha, roaring forth toward the distance.

At this moment, Xiao Fei, who had been curled up in the carriage secretly sending messages, stared blankly at everything before him.

Having suffered torment from feigning death, his face also involuntarily showed a hint of shock, utterly forgetting he was pretending to be dead.

Two pieces of space equipment!? He conjured a main battle tank!?

Just how huge is that guy's space equipment!?

Who the hell is this person!?

For a moment, he only felt a chill run down his spine.