Time passed quickly, and two months vanished in the blink of an eye!
Over those two months, although the camp never recruited a fourth batch of players, this naturally sparked intense dissatisfaction among many informed people and the wider community of readers!
But the three batches of players who had already obtained game access did not care about that. Thrilled out of their minds, they threw themselves enthusiastically into all kinds of exploration, land reclamation, and camp missions.
After such a long period of accumulation, many players had acquired the cold-weapon battle axes and armor sold in the camp—and more than one set at that!
Some of the luckier ones had even exchanged for C-14 Spike Rifles, while others had seized a wide variety of firearms from ruins, monsters, and Chaos natives.
Sure, those assorted firearms were of poor quality, and ammunition was a serious issue, but they were firearms nonetheless. As long as you had a gun, you could leave other players several blocks behind.
Most importantly, walking through camp with one meant people would call you a handsome guy. That was enough to make everyone else green with envy.
Of course, not every player was busy fighting and upgrading their gear. Take a certain slacker player named "Flame Witch Annie," for example?
Over the past two months, she had barely left the camp. And ever since earning several hundred contribution points from her first patrol mission, she had never taken on a second one.
Every day, she holed up mysteriously in her shack. She had no friends and no social life; many people did not even know who she was. Each day, she relied on two "Green Dalang Pancakes" and a kettle of water to maintain a basic, desireless, low-cost existence.
And after two months, aside from the