Terrifying Corpse Tide

Mental Strength.

Soul Crystal.

They were core resources of a territory.

Soul Crystals could be used to build Dungeon facilities, increase a territory's functions and capacity, and make it more prosperous. Adventurers would drop them every time they died in a Secret Realm.

Mental Strength, meanwhile, was a resource Dungeon Lords used to create Secret Realms and raise their own rank. It could only be extracted when adventurers experienced sufficiently intense positive emotions during a Secret Realm.

A boring Secret Realm.

Might repeatedly produce Soul Crystals.

But it could not generate unlimited Mental Strength.

Only by creating a Secret Realm that truly made adventurers feel joy, happiness, excitement, and exhilaration could one absorb Mental Strength!

Black Stone Hammer King looked annoyed.

"Damn it, the Living Corpses may not be strong, but there are quite a lot of them!"

"I think ammunition is extremely valuable in the early stages. And from what I've observed, these Living Corpses are especially sensitive to sound. Gunshots might attract them, so we should use them carefully!"

Lonely Swordsman said, "Let me try!"

This was clearly a veteran adventurer with more experience!

After entering the Secret Realm, Lonely Swordsman did not use his pistol right away. Instead, he split the Zombie called "Turning Head Smile" open with an axe, then began exploring the rooms along the corridor.

Using sneak attacks, he killed another two Zombies wandering inside the rooms.

Sure enough, he did not attract more enemies.

Not only that, while searching the rooms, he quickly found ammunition for two magazines and even discovered a second pistol, directly doubling his firepower.

"Wow!"

"Not bad, Uncle!"

"So bullets can be replenished!"

"This is the correct strategy and way to play!"

Black Stone Hammer King and Cat MeowMeow both cheered at the sight.

Just then, a Zombie hiding in the shadows suddenly launched a sneak attack.

"Uncle, watch out!"

Lonely Swordsman was startled as well. He hurriedly swung his axe and fought it. After several exchanges, he successfully hacked it to death, but sustained several injuries in the process.

"This is bad, the commotion was too loud. The Living Corpses nearby heard it!"

The Zombies wandering the nearby stairwell were drawn over. In this situation, an axe was obviously useless on its own. Lonely Swordsman overturned a table for cover and opened fire, emptying two magazines and shooting all eight Zombies dead.

Cat MeowMeow said, "Knife Uncle really is amazing! He took down so many!"

Black Stone Hammer King said, "Don't let your guard down. There are still Living Corpses outside. We can't stay here long!"

Lonely Swordsman still had one magazine left, but there were at least five or six Zombies in the stairwell. Survival would be very difficult under such circumstances, and he felt his body growing weaker and weaker.

He lifted his clothes and looked.

His wounds had already turned black and begun to fester.

Cat MeowMeow's eyes widened. "Oh no! Those Living Corpses might be poisonous! Knife Uncle, how do you feel?"

Lonely Swordsman said in a low voice, "Not good. I can hold on for fifteen minutes at most!"

Black Stone Hammer King reminded him, "The Medical Kit should be able to treat your injuries."

The Medical Kit was one of the three starting items.

It contained bandages and medicine for treating injuries.

Lonely Swordsman said, "This place is no longer safe. Living Corpses could come in at any time. I'd better find a way to get out first, then treat my injuries after reaching a safe area!"

Cat MeowMeow said, "Knife Uncle, look at the window behind you. It seems like you can escape through it."

There was a broken window in the room. Though they were currently on the third floor, very high above the ground, he could climb down using the pipes. Below was a narrow alley with no Zombies moving around in it.

One minute later.

Lonely Swordsman slid down into the narrow alley.

Just as he stepped out, intending to find a safe shelter.

He was directly Stunned by what he saw. The streets outside were packed with terrifying Zombies everywhere. At a glance, there were at least hundreds, perhaps thousands of them.

There were men and women, old and young. Some wore tracksuits, some wore suits, and others wore police uniforms, hazmat suits, or firefighter uniforms as they wandered aimlessly in every direction.

Every one of them was a bloody mess.

Every one of them was hideous and terrifying.

A few noticed the adventurer and let out howls.

In an instant, the entire horde was alerted!

"It's over!"

Lonely Swordsman had no time to flee. Hundreds of Zombies surged into the alley, each scrambling ahead of the others. The scene was simply shocking—or rather, enough to make one's scalp tingle!

A dead end behind him.

There was nowhere left to retreat.

An unprecedented sense of despair welled up in his heart.

Only at this moment.

Did the adventurers finally understand why the Secret Realm was called "Doomsday Frenzy"!

Lonely Swordsman fought desperately, emptying his final magazine before picking up his axe and cutting down two more. Then, helplessly, he was swallowed by the frenzied corpse tide and torn to pieces.

Adventurer "Lonely Swordsman" has died. Mental Strength +1, Soul Crystal +1!

When Lonely Swordsman returned to the Dungeon.

The three adventurers looked at one another.

"That was way too outrageous!"

"There are actually so many Living Corpses!"

"What exactly happened in this city? Why did all its residents turn into this?"

"Interesting! There must be a story behind this!"

"I'm getting more and more interested in it!"

"By the way, don't small Dungeons go all out these days? Don't all these monsters cost anything?"

"..."

The three adventurers had clearly been shocked by what they had just seen!

They were also amazed by the production quality of this Secret Realm!

They had never seen a Secret Realm with such rich elements, so many monsters, and such a distinctive style. It was completely different from every Secret Realm they had challenged in the past!

Cat MeowMeow put her hands on her hips and demanded, "Hey, Lord Qi Ji, I have to admit that your Secret Realm is well made. But with so many monsters stuffed inside, how are we supposed to clear it? Did you never intend for adventurers to clear it at all?"

Qi Ji smiled. "Every Secret Realm I create has a way to clear it. You simply need to explore more, gather stronger weapons, and find better escape routes."

"Really?"

Cat MeowMeow was doubtful.

"Then can you tell us what happened in this world? Why did all the local residents become like this?"

Black Stone Hammer King immediately said, "Cat Meng, don't make things difficult for the lord. This Secret Realm is extremely well made. The lord must have plenty of ideas. It'll only be interesting if we uncover them ourselves!"

Cat MeowMeow said, "That's true!"

Lonely Swordsman exclaimed in surprise, "I got a drop!"

This immediately piqued the interest of the other two adventurers.

"Getting a drop" was what adventurers called gaining loot from a Secret Realm.

Why did adventurers enjoy challenging Secret Realms? Aside from pursuing the thrill of adventure and challenge, the main reason was that they could obtain living supplies from within them. Different Secret Realms produced different supplies.

Generally speaking.

The chances of supplies dropping were not very high.

Of course, the specific rewards were also related to the completion level of the Secret Realm.

The higher a Secret Realm's completion level, the more thoroughly it had been developed, and the higher its chance of producing resources.

That was why the adventurers were surprised. Judging from the current situation, they had only scratched the surface of Doomsday Frenzy. It was unexpected for resources to drop under such circumstances.

Qi Ji was not surprised by this.

His Secret Realm had such rich elements and so much content that its resource drop rate naturally increased.

Miracle City could drop all kinds of resource items from various game worlds. These exclusive drops would become the Dungeon's core competitive advantage.

Of course.

Because the Secret Realm's development level was extremely low.

Even if rewards appeared, they would be extremely limited.

Lonely Swordsman's reward was merely a case of Iced Soda for Gamers. Producing such Basic Supplies did not even consume Mental Strength.

Fatty Happy Water was good stuff.

The Surface World's production capacity was extremely low, and all kinds of supplies were scarce. Even a reward like this would surely be enough to satisfy the adventurers!