Inheriting the Legacy

"As mentioned above, we each need to use our Survival Coins to activate the energy buildings in the Sanctuary and enable time acceleration, which will help us develop."

What if I don't have enough Survival Coins?

"We have a way."

In Battlefield 35252, after listening to the other teams' accounts, the leader of one team of Survivors looked at the Survivor at the back of the team.

He's a madman.

A carefully selected madman, weak in strength, completely under the control of a powerful Survivor.

Thirty minutes later, the leader placed the last note in the madman's Sanctuary.

Looking around, the madman's Sanctuary was stuffed with notes, thousands upon thousands of them.

"Fine... go ahead and kill yourself."

The leader left indifferently.

The madman stood at the entrance of the Sanctuary, a blank smile on his face. A few seconds later, he raised his hand and placed it on his neck.

After his death, a significant portion of the items in his Sanctuary vanished into thin air, triggering a rarely noticed system function:

[Inheritance Designation]

Survivors can pre-set who will inherit their Sanctuary items, designated items in their storage box, and a portion of their Survival Coins if they die (this requires the recipient's consent). Note: This function requires Survival Coins to activate. If no inheritor is designated or the inheritor has died, the inheritance will be reclaimed by the system.

Meanwhile, in the Land of Darkness, in a brightly lit Fused Sanctuary.

A bunch of items appeared out of thin air: buildings, supplies, props... and notes.

"Huh... there's a message?"

A Survivor quickly stepped forward and grabbed the note.

[This District War is unique, with the theme of "Civilization Development." Survival Coins can be used to convert into energy, thereby accelerating the time... Please collect Survival Coins and give them to the Survivors participating in the battle through the reward system!]

The Survivor pondered for a moment, then opened a post on the forum...

The World Channel was deserted.

Although the vast majority of professionals went to participate in the District War, there were always some who did not go for various special reasons.

[(Bronze Badge): News has come from our area... In short, it's best to send Survival Coins to Survivor are currently in District War and have access to energy buildings; generally, this is done through tipping.]

[(Bronze Badge): Where did this news come from? Aren't the District War supposed to be isolated? Talent?]

[(Silver Badge): Is this the inheritance feature? We were also planning to use it, but we didn't expect you to have already used it. Thank you for your information.]

[(Bronze Badge): Heritage? Information? It can't be what I'm thinking, can it?! It requires a person every time it's used?]

[(Bronze Badge): This is a necessary sacrifice...]

"Hiss... Why are my Survival Coins constantly increasing out of nowhere?"

Han Song was somewhat surprised.

"Mine too." Kundina nodded, her long golden hair swaying.

"The outside world has realized what's happening; someone may have leaked the information."

As Guan Ziyang watched the Survival Coins balance on the panel increase by one hundred million, he did not hesitate to start charging the Acceleration Pool.

According to the plan just finalized by the Scholars, each party will contribute energy to keep the time flow rate constant at 5400 times.

Scholars have calculated that, considering everyone's energy reserves and Survival Coins, 5400 times is a reasonable range. This ensures the acceleration effect without placing an excessive burden on anyone.

Even the Forbidden Existence Yashan, [Mist], and [Food] agreed, so naturally he had no intention of disagreeing, since it was something that would benefit everyone.

Dora still did not respond.

However, the energy from its Sanctuary continuously flowed into the Acceleration Pool, which was essentially a given.

That's strange.

At this point, twenty minutes had passed since the District War officially began, and the time flow had been officially accelerated to 5400 times.

The visuals of Origin Star became even more bizarre on the [Planet Model], with clouds surging wildly and the sun and moon chasing each other frantically, as if everything had been sped up tens of thousands of times.

The Survivors each diverted a portion of their attention to that planet, focusing on the chosen Child of Civilization.

Those chosen primitive people are traveling far and wide, seeking a way to establish civilization.

Some were hunting, some were migrating, and some were negotiating with other tribes. Some were kneeling on the ground, trembling with fear as they looked at the strange light that suddenly appeared in the sky.

As for Su Luo...

He created an information panel for Mu Ri, then left a Subconscious monitoring function, making him the most relaxed Survivor on the field.

His gaze swept across the round table, finally settling on Kundina.

The blonde woman sat in her seat, eyes closed, brows slightly furrowed, clearly also dealing with her own civilized affairs; her robes shimmered faintly in the pure white light.

Miss Kundina.

"Hello, Scholar." Kundina opened her eyes. "Long time no see."

"It's a pleasure to see you again," Su Luo said. "We discussed cooperation during the last District War... are you still interested?"

Mu Ri became the new captain of this hunting team.

Of course, the concept of "captain" was also proposed by Mu Ri himself, and he demanded that all the men in the hunting team listen to him.

At first, nobody took it seriously.

Originally, the most powerful man only had the power to command others during hunting and rest, and could eat more and have more mating rights; he received no other privileges.

But after Mu Ri his head to lead the team in setting traps, capturing prey without harm, and even creating more durable weapons, the others began to listen to him.

So, seizing the Mu Ri, they took the first step in organizing people.

He clearly defined the roles and responsibilities of the entire hunting team—who was in charge of reconnaissance, who was in charge of setting ambushes, and who was in charge of pursuit. He even required others to memorize some simple hand gestures he used during hunts: palm down meant "crouch and hide," fingers pointing forward meant "prey is in sight," and a clenched Fist meant "prepare to attack."

The gestures are simple, but the effect is immediate. In the past, hunting relied entirely on brute force and shouting, but now they can be coordinated with more complex movements.

"Ah... Go to the tribe... and find..."

A strong man suddenly stepped forward and began gesturing wildly at Mu Ri.

Mu Ri looking at it for a while, Mu Ri nodded, understanding what he meant.

It was time again for the entire hunting party to travel to other tribes to exchange supplies and provide training.

"Wait... five 'dark'... meat, more... then head forward, rest."

The original operational logic of the hunting team was as follows: hunt with survival supplies until the prey carcasses reached the team's carrying capacity, and then go to the nearest tribe to exchange them.

There is no rest time; the exchange lasts only one night. After one night, regardless of whether it is finished or not, you must leave the next day.

But Mu Ri didn't want to stay only one night.

He had just learned a word from that magical panel: "Learn".

He needs to study.

He wanted to collect techniques from various tribes, techniques for organizing people, techniques for production, techniques for farming, and techniques for identifying herbs.

One tribe might only know a little bit of those things, but what if you combined all the knowledge of all the tribes?