Survival Points...
Jiang Ye's data panel clearly showed his Survival Points at zero.
And when he first arrived at the apartnt, the announcent ntioned that players could exchange Survival Stones for Survival Points.
Survival Points, in turn, could be used in the Doomsday Apartnt after passing the beginner's test to exchange for anything a player desired.
That word—anything—wasn’t ordinary.
It directly reflected how precious Survival Points and Survival Stones were.
Because of that announcent, many people had subconsciously assud—
Survival Points could only be obtained by exchanging Survival Stones.
But now, Yang Wenchao’s words clearly suggested sothing else.
Jiang Ye wasn’t stupid—he figured it out instantly.
He looked at Yang Wenchao with caution and coldly said two words:
"Killing people."
A flicker of surprise flashed through Yang Wenchao’s eyes. But then, he quickly raised an eyebrow and said,
"That’s right—killing people."
Then, he let out a strange chuckle.
"These beginner players are basically like sheep in a greenhouse."
"They’re way too easy to kill."
"And for every person you kill, you get 1 Survival Point."
"Tell , isn’t that the simplest way to earn them?"
His tone was light, almost casual.
But to Jiang Ye, it was chilling.
Not because Yang Wenchao was terrifying—
But because of this system!
Right now, most beginner players were just helpless sheep.
But in this brutal survival environnt, they would have to grow stronger!
And over ti...
This rule—killing people grants Survival Points—would inevitably drive so players to kill indiscriminately!
No real reason—just for Survival Points.
Jiang Ye had no idea how much his classmates would evolve over the next ten days.
But the announcent did ntion old players—who were probably even more ruthless than he imagined!
And then there was the issue of Fan Yuhang and Chen Yuan’s deaths...
A sudden thought struck Jiang Ye, and he turned sharply toward Yang Wenchao.
He hesitated before asking, "Did you kill Fan Yuhang and Chen Yuan?"
But Yang Wenchao didn’t answer.
Instead, he simply smiled—seemingly pleased—and said in a lighthearted tone:
"I don’t care what others think, but personally, I love this Doomsday Apartnt ga."
"All those people I hated back then... Just imagining them realizing how weak and pathetic they are—screaming in despair as they struggle—it really puts in a great mood."
"And you, Jiang Ye."
As he finished speaking, he suddenly fixed Jiang Ye with a sharp stare.
Jiang Ye instinctively held his breath, his heart rate slowing.
Then, Yang Wenchao spoke again, this ti in a calm, deliberate voice:
"You're just slightly stronger than the people I despise the most."
"And with this, my repaynt is over."
"From now on, if we ever et again..."
"You will still die by my hands."
"Good luck."
As he said this, Yang Wenchao’s figure blurred—he was suddenly right beside Jiang Ye.
He casually patted Jiang Ye’s stiff shoulder, then brushed past him with an easy stride.
A second later, his figure flickered once more, vanishing down toward the third floor.
Jiang Ye’s body remained tense as he stared toward the third-floor stairway.
But Yang Wenchao’s figure was already gone.
Even now, Jiang Ye did not dare to relax.
After all, Yang Wenchao looked strong—and absolutely insane.
Jiang Ye recalled an old story—
A warrior once massacred an entire clan, but in the midst of the bloodshed, he found a lone child.
Feeling a rare twinge of conscience, the warrior put down his blade, murmured a Buddhist prayer, and gently wiped the blood off the child's face.
Then, he said: "Heaven values life. Because you are still young, I will spare you."
"But rember—if we ever et again, I will not hold back."
With that, the warrior left.
The story seed to end there.
But just as the listener assud the child had survived—
The warrior suddenly returned.
He smiled and said, "Oh, hello there."
"I told you—next ti, I won’t be rciful."
Then, with a flash of his blade, the child was beheaded on the spot.
Jiang Ye was terrified that Yang Wenchao would pull the sa move.
Saying he was "repaying a favor" now—only to imdiately turn around and say, "Oops, it’s our next eting!"
So, without hesitation, Jiang Ye rushed up several flights of stairs—
And exited the stairwell at the eighth floor.
Only after confirming that Yang Wenchao hadn't doubled back did he finally lean against the wall and exhale slightly.
anwhile, his weaker original body—worried about running into Yang Wenchao—didn’t even dare to take the stairs anymore!
So instead, his main body stayed in the first-floor lobby and opened his package there.
He barely even glanced at the contents before darting into the elevator.
However, since the first-floor lobby was crowded, his strange actions imdiately caught a lot of attention!
Soon, the chat group erupted into discussion:
[Holy sh*t! I just saw so bald old dude pick up a work badge at the Errand Service Station, take a package, and then—get this—open it himself!?!]
[Bald old dude? But there are only 80 of us in the player list, and we all know each other! So that bald guy can’t be a player, right?]
[Yeah! I think he’s not a player. Maybe he’s an apartnt resident who happened to pick up his own delivery and opened it on the spot?]
Lu Shen: [That doesn’t seem right. Based on my observations, non-player residents in this apartnt don’t seem to be allowed to leave their rooms. So if he was able to take an errand task, he should be a player.]
[But all players are our classmates. None of us are bald!?!]
[Wait... Could it be that the old players ntioned in the announcent have arrived early?]
[Or maybe... there’s a third hidden faction besides new and old players?]
[That’s too complicated! Maybe it’s just one of our classmates in disguise? We can already create fireballs with our hands—having a disguise tool that changes appearance seems pretty reasonable, right?]
As Jiang Ye’s bald disguise beca the hot topic of discussion in the chat group...
Suddenly, a shocking ssage exploded in the chat group:
Zhu Yupeng: [Help! Yang Wenchao is robbing my package!]
But almost instantly, that ssage vanished from the chat!
If there hadn’t been so many classmates actively watching the chat group at that mont, no one might have even noticed!
Soon, people started reacting:
[Holy sh*t! I just saw a ssage disappear right in front of ! Was that my imagination?!]
[No, it wasn’t just you! I saw it too! A ssage just vanished into thin air! But I didn’t get a chance to read what it said!]
Xu Yuewan: [I saw it clearly! It was Zhu Yupeng from Class 1—he said Yang Wenchao was robbing his package!]
[WTF?! So Yang Wenchao was robbing Zhu Yupeng’s package? But why did the ssage disappear?!]
[Sh*t! Zhu Yupeng’s na just went offline from the mber list!]
[Wait, seriously?! So does this an—Zhu Yupeng was killed by Yang Wenchao?!]
[What the f*ck?! Yang Wenchao is a complete piece of trash! Stealing money in first year was bad enough, but now he’s robbing classmates and killing them?!]
[Hold on—what if Cai Daming, who died earlier during an errand run, was also killed by Yang Wenchao?!]
[Sh*t!! How the hell do we have such a psychotic scumbag among our classmates?!]
You Ziyu: [I need to remind everyone—when Zhu Yupeng registered with , his data panel showed that he had a B-tier ability and had mastered a C-tier skill. In our mutual aid group, he was easily ranked in the top ten.]
The chat, which had been furiously condemning Yang Wenchao, suddenly fell silent.
Until—
Lu Shen: [Based on Zhu Yupeng’s last words, Yang Wenchao was robbing his package. So here’s what I’m thinking—what if the reason Yang Wenchao is getting stronger is by robbing packages?]
[And also—rember that bald guy who opened his own package?]
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