<h4>Chapter 48: Recruitment</h4>


    <strong>Trantor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio <strong>Editor: </strong>Nyoi-Bo Studio


    Fang Heng felt very strange.


    Previously, his back was facing the can, but he could sense that a can was being thrown at him from behind.


    In the end, it turned out to be true!


    The can that came at him from behind, regardless of the angle and strength, was the same as the perceived state of the can!


    Could it be because of the in-game skill danger perception?


    How could it be!


    But…


    Fang Heng thought and looked down at his palm again.


    He clenched his fist tightly.


    It seemed that he had also be stronger…


    Could it be that transmigration had brought about a change in his body?


    There was such an advantage?


    Fang Heng shook his head and temporarily stopped thinking about these things. He walked into Vi No. 3.


    The vi was cleaned thoroughly.


    The first floor was a public living room, while the second and third floors were separated from each other.


    Fang Heng’s room was 301.


    It was located on the left side of the third floor of the vi.


    “Thepany is really rich.”


    Fang Heng walked up to the third floor and entered the room. He casually ced the daily necessities he bought on the table andy downfortably on the sofa.


    “I bought it for nothing. There are all kinds of daily necessities ready-made. It’s 100% new…”


    Fang Heng went to take a shower. When he came back, he felt bored so he went to check out the official game forum.


    The newly opened forum of District 8.


    He clicked to enter.


    Fang Heng nced at the page. The forum was filled with the ‘mourning’ of various yers and all kinds of pleas for help.


    [It’s over, it’s all over. The house has been demolished, and there’s no food left. I can’t hold on anymore. Should I kill myself?]


    [Brother, stop talking. I’m hungry just like you. Don’t kill yourself. Hold on for as long as you can! It’s counted as part of the game’s duration! You only have three lives. You have to hold on!]


    [Hehe, our team was harassed by zombies against night. We don’t have the energy to go out and explore during the day. We’ll just lie down and starve again.]


    [What if my teammates are infected? Can they be saved?]


    [They can’t be saved. Tie them up and wait for them to turn into zombies.]


    [Some tree roots can be eaten, but there’s a chance of diarrhoea. I suggest you mix them with food every day…]


    [We’re short of nails. Does anyone know how to get nails? ]


    [The big boss upstairs has started to build a shelter? Tell me, how did you get food?]


    [The shelter has been attacked. What should we do if a few zombies block the entrance? Brothers, help me think of a way out. It’s quite urgent.]


    [Don’t say anything. Just close your eyes and muddle along for a while!]


    Most of the posts were about yers exchanging experiences. How could they starve better and muddle along better to lengthen the game time?


    Fang Heng browsed through the posts. He felt that the content was almost the same. There were no practical survival skills, so he did not continue reading.


    Tomorrow’s mission location was Hope Town.


    Hope Town was about 200 kilometres away from the apocalypse merchant camp. Fang Heng estimated that it would take three to six hours to get there by motorcycle, depending on the road conditions.


    Fang Heng tried to search the forum for information rted to Hope Town.


    Line-marked red information appeared on the first page.


    The post was posted by the forum management three days ago.


    The federal government has cleared arge farm warehouse in District 8 and turned it into a temporary shelter and material collection point.


    The location is about three kilometres south of Hope Town.


    Any yer in District 8 can get shelter in the warehouse for free.


    The federal government will be responsible for the safety of the yers.


    But the federal government will not provide any survival material resources to the survivors.


    In addition, the federation would also issue various resource collection missions to the yers. The yers could choose to exchange their resources with the federation for real-world coins.


    “Exchanging resources for money? I wonder if theyck wooden nks…”


    Fang Heng muttered softly.


    Even if they did, Fang Heng would not exchange wooden nks for money with the federation.


    As Fang Heng gradually gained a foothold in the game, he first upied the prison and was also the first toplete the establishment of the superrge shelter…


    Unknowingly, Fang Heng’s ambition was also expanding.


    In the beginning, he only wanted to make a living in the game.


    Now, Fang Heng’s mentality had changed.


    His goal was to build a formidable shelter in the game and be an overlord on equal footing with the federation.


    The federation was one of hispetitors.


    Fang Heng naturally had no intention of selling materials to hispetitors.


    Unless the price they offered was irresistible.


    Fang Heng clicked the ‘return’ button on the web page.


    He thought that maybe he could take the opportunity to go to the temporary shelter of the federation tomorrow and find out about the strength of the federation.


    There were not many posts about Hope Town after searching.


    Fang Heng continued to browse through the page.


    ording to the information released by many yers, Hope Town was currently filled with zombies.


    Among them, there were many high-level mutated zombies.


    Ordinary yers couldn’t even get close to Hope Town, let alone enter it.


    The federation seemed to have some ideas about Hope Town. They had been trying to lure the zombies away from the town in small batches over the past few days.


    The results were quite good. The density of zombies in the town was much lower than before.


    Fang Heng browsed through the posts one by one.


    “Eh? Recruitment post?”


    Fang Heng narrowed his eyes.


    Location: Hope Town, recruitment ofbat-type explorers.


    Description: Enter Hope Town Hospital to find something. If you are willing, you can contact me for a detailed discussion. The reward will definitely satisfy you.


    Description: This mission is very difficult. Those who are interested can chat privately.


    Hmm? There are still people who want to enter Hope Town Hospital?


    Fang Heng was on high alert.


    Could it be that he had received the same mission?


    Fang Heng rubbed his chin. He saw that the poster, Old ck, was online and tried to send him a message.


    Fang Heng: “I am very interested in the mission you posted.”


    Old ck immediately replied.


    Old ck: “I need you to prove your strength first.”


    Fang Heng: “I’m Fang Heng, a former professional yer. You can go online and look up my information.”


    Old ck: “I’ll go look it up.”


    After a while, old ck sent another message.


    Old ck: “Very good. Other than you, there will be some other people participating in the mission tomorrow. If you’re interested, you can find me at the federation’s warehouse. We can meet and discuss it in detail.”


    Fang Heng: “What’s the reward?”


    Old ck: “30 King of Gods’ points.”


    Fang Heng raised his eyebrows.


    He had King of Gods’ points!?


    In the King of Gods’ game, yers could use King of Gods’ points to exchange for all sorts of high-value rare items in the King of Gods’ space.


    Compared to survival points, King of Gods’ points were more precious and harder to obtain.


    In addition, King of Gods’ points could be exchanged for survival points at a ratio of 1:100, but survival points could not be exchanged for King of Gods’ points.


    Fang Heng replied once more.


    Fang Heng: “I ept the mission. Tomorrow at noon, the federal warehouse outside Hope Town.”


    Old ck: “I’ll wait for you.”


    After flipping through a few more pages of posts, he saw that there was no more useful news rted to Hope Town. Fang Heng closed the web page and fell asleep..