Great Winter Wasteland World

The Bronze Gate in Chen Wang's mind allowed him to travel freely between the Cultivation World and this Wasteland World. At the moment, Chen Wang lay on his bed, stretching out his limbs comfortably.

On his second crossing, he arrived in a wasteland world. After the terrifying Great Winter, Zombies erupted everywhere, leaving countless dead and wounded. The surviving humans later established large Shelters.

The entire world's arms and mining industries were dominated by three major forces.

They were Apocalypse Armaments, Qiongqi Mining, and Grand Mining.

When Chen Wang first arrived in this world, he found himself in a desert. Yellow sand swept over the wreckage of steel creations, leaving the land bleak and shattered. Rotten cars lay everywhere, Sandworms burrowing in and out among them. With just a light tug, one could rip a car door right off.

At first, it filled Chen Wang with profound desolation. These modern buildings and their abandoned style carried a thick Wasteland air.

Someone dressed like Chen Wang was not unusual in this world. Ordinary people struggled to survive outside and were known as Drifters. Shelters where humans gathered on a large scale had food and fresh water, but not every Shelter accepted Drifters. Only those with special skills could remain there.

After several decades of development, these Shelters could provide an exceedingly comfortable life to anyone with power and money, almost no different from before the Great Winter Zombie outbreak.

Chen Wang now belonged to the special class that could enjoy such comforts in this Shelter.

Because he had money!

Gold was not particularly valuable in the Cultivation World, where Spirit Stones served as currency. But in the Wasteland World, gold was hard currency!

Moreover, he was a cultivator. Though he was only at Qi Refining Stage 3, he had mastered many exquisite spells.

They possessed formidable killing power in the Wasteland World.

The first native he killed was a man holding a Mauser, wearing Goggles, and dressed in a Camouflage Uniform.

His body was covered in wounds and crisscrossing scars, with burn marks on his face. He was agile and capable. Chen Wang's rash entry into such a world carried a certain degree of danger.

Even when facing modern firearms, he had to respond with caution.

A Fireball Technique contained scorching heat, enough to melt gold and iron with ease. It directly blew the man's head apart. After a brief period of exploration, Chen Wang came to settle in this large Shelter.

The large Shelter where he lived now belonged to Qiongqi Mining, one of the three major forces. This world did not contain only ordinary people; an entirely new system had also emerged.

That was Gene Serum.

From Tier 1 to Tier 5, its varieties were bizarre and countless. They developed the body's functions and granted special abilities. After learning about them, Chen Wang became extremely interested in Gene Serum.

Gene Serum was difficult to obtain and classified as a controlled item, yet Chen Wang injected himself with two Tier 1 Gene Serums in a short period of time.

The reason was simple: he had money!

The two serums were Rage and Marksman.

Rage: Qiongqi Mining's exclusive Gene Serum. It could improve one's physical constitution, enhancing strength, explosive power, and endurance. When the user became angry, their strength increased by 30%.

Marksman: The most widespread Tier 1 serum in the Great Winter World. It improved one's ability to use firearms, enhanced eyesight and accuracy, and allowed one to naturally master powerful guns.

Tier 1 serums placed relatively little strain on the body during injection. Anyone with good physical fitness could endure them, a result proven over several decades. Tier 2 and Tier 3 serums had far greater requirements for physical fitness and basically did not circulate on the market. They only occasionally appeared on the Black Market, or could be obtained by completely joining a major force.

Having injected two serums, Chen Wang's physical fitness was now extremely strong, and he quickly learned to master firearms.

Chen Wang turned on the air conditioner and lay comfortably on a genuine leather sofa. He took fresh fruit and exquisite food from the refrigerator. Resources were scarce in the Wasteland World; ordinary people lacked even food and water.

A life like his could be called extravagance beyond extravagance.

After eating and drinking his fill, Chen Wang pushed open the door and went out. This apartment was his private property within the Shelter. Lavishly decorated, it was a rich man's residence in the Wasteland.

Time flowed at roughly the same rate in both worlds. Chen Wang had acquired some firearms here. These things were of little use to powerful cultivators, but for Chen Wang, they could currently enhance his strength.

Though cultivators practiced spells and were stronger than ordinary people, they could still die if caught off guard by a Sniper Rifle.

In the Cultivation World, low-level cultivators like Chen Wang did not even need to dream of possessing powerful magical artifacts.

But in the Wasteland World, Chen Wang could buy those expensive, devastating firearms.

After leaving his room, Chen Wang greeted some acquaintances before making his way onto the street.

The people of this world were fierce and unruly.

Inside the Shelter, a brawny man drove past in a Jeep, a long string of bullets hanging from his chest. He looked exceptionally vicious.

In the Slum Area,

Under dim lights, a group of ferocious, ugly brutes wielding all kinds of firearms surrounded a cloaked woman.

The dim light fell upon their faces, making them appear especially savage. Their eyes held undisguised desire. The cloaked woman surrounded by them had a graceful figure and fair skin. Her large, watery eyes looked both seductive and affectionate, while her rosy cherry lips invited endless fantasies.

Her entire body was wrapped tightly, revealing only a stretch of snowy-white neck and jade-white wrists. She held a Revolver in her hand, barely steadying herself and keeping her voice clear.

"My name is Bai Yao. I am a researcher at the Morning Star Research Institute. If you send me back, you will receive a generous reward."

The burly old man holding a Mauser in his right hand had a long knife scar on his face, nearly splitting it in two. At that moment, it resembled a huge centipede as he leered at the snow-white woman. "Why would someone from the Research Institute be here? You're lying! You're just a Drifter!"

The young woman hurriedly pulled out a badge from around her neck. It bore both English and Chinese, along with the Morning Star emblem.

She tried not to look at their bloodshot eyes or listen to their heavy breathing, explaining, "I truly am a researcher from the Morning Star Research Institute! If you don't believe me, you can take me to see someone from Qiongqi Mining."

The Morning Star Research Institute was an exceptionally special existence in the Wasteland World. Everyone there was a researcher, and countless powerful Gene Serums had originated from the Morning Star Research Institute.

It could be said to be of utmost importance throughout the Great Winter World.

The burly old man sneered. "A Drifter like you can't fool me. Be good and don't resist. Then you'll suffer a little less."

As his words fell, the rough, muscular men around him began to howl and whistle loud enough to shake the heavens.