Shelter Opened Early

Barbaric Realm, Day 3 of the nationwide transmigration.

Time, 5:55 AM.

China Second Base, Central Command Building.

In the highest-level office.

Although the sky outside was already turning pale, the two people in this room had clearly not slept all night.

Wan Changzheng sat in the main seat, a bowl of congee and a plate of pickles before him.

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Both men had dark circles under their eyes, and they were staring blankly at the tactical map on the wall while eating their congee.

"Commander, ten minutes left."

Zhao Yan glanced at the time, swallowed the congee in his mouth, and said with indignation.

"The rankings for today are about to be refreshed."

"I wonder if 'No Need to Say More' can still hold onto first place."

Speaking of which, Zhao Yan slammed his chopsticks down heavily, anger showing on his face.

"Those guys in the think tank, all they do is pour cold water!"

"Did you see the analysis report they just sent?"

"They insisted that 'No Need to Say More' achieved this result by sheer luck!"

"Some even speculated that he stumbled upon two major monster tribes fighting and took advantage of the chaos!"

"Listen! Does that sound human? Is it that hard to admit that China has produced a genius?"

"Sometimes I get so angry I really want to chop them with a knife!"

"Cough cough..."

Zhao Yan became more agitated as he spoke, choking on a mouthful of congee, his face turning red from coughing.

Wan Changzheng shook his head helplessly and reached out to pat his old partner's back.

"Alright, alright, Old Zhao, calm down."

"While the think tank's words are harsh, they're not entirely without reason."

"This kind of 'flash in the pan' situation has happened before during small-scale transmigrations."

Wan Changzheng picked up a pickled vegetable and recalled the past.

"Remember that batch of Transmigrators from five years ago?"

"There was a ruthless individual from Eagle Country who broke ten thousand points on the first day, shocking the globe."

"Later investigations revealed that he was indeed a talented person."

"He was a black market arms dealer who was teleported over with his entire underground gunpowder workshop."

"But he had bad luck and ran into a Beast Tide right after landing."

"According to investigations, he should have directly detonated the entire gunpowder depot."

Wan Changzheng sighed.

"That explosion killed over a thousand Monsters, and his points shot him to Server First."

"But what was the result?"

"The next day, that name never lit up again."

"He was gone. That one burst was his swan song."

Hearing this, Zhao Yan fell silent.

He nodded, his anger dissipating considerably.

"Director, you are right. I was too excited. I was too eager to see our China suppress those foreign devils."

"Let's wait and see. Whether it's a dragon or a worm, we'll know at 6:00."

Time ticked by second by second.

The electronic clock on the wall flipped to 6:00.

"Buzz!"

At that moment, in the sky outside the window, a giant Light Screen lit up right on time.

Accompanied by that teasing and grand voice.

[Hello! Newcomers! We meet again!]

[Congratulations, you have successfully survived your second night in the Barbaric Realm!]

[Many interesting things happened last night! This land is full of surprises, of course...]

[Unfortunately, many brave warriors have also left us forever.]

[Before announcing the rankings, I have one more important thing to announce to everyone.]

Hearing this, Wan Changzheng and Zhao Yan both sat up straight.

Normally, no new functions would be opened on the third day, unless...

[I'm sure you are currently troubled by your team's resource allocation and trust crisis, right?]

[Don't worry! Because starting today, the "Shelter System" is officially online!]

[The rules are as follows:]

[1. As long as the conditions are met (possessing a fixed stronghold/sufficient number of people), you can apply to establish a shelter and create your own faction!]

[2. The system will conduct a comprehensive evaluation based on the shelter's level, number of members, defense strength, and characteristics.]

[3. Settlement occurs once a month! The higher the score, the richer the system airdrop supplies obtained! This even includes blueprints for firearms!]

[4. A class system is implemented within the shelter: Leader, Administrator, Member. When initially established, the Leader is elected by a vote of all members!]

Just as the two were still digesting this bombshell news, the voice on the sky screen suddenly became a bit playful.

[Of course! There are always exceptions to everything.]

[If you are lucky enough to possess the rare "Mobile Shelter", you do not need to vote and will directly be considered the lifelong Leader of that shelter!]

[Even if you are the only one, you are king!]

[I'm talking about you who are currently rushing B! Drive slower, don't ruin the road!]

The words on the light screen slowly faded.

In the office, Wan Changzheng and Zhao Yan looked at each other, their eyes full of shock.

"The Shelter System... it's actually earlier than expected?"

Wan Changzheng put down his bowl of congee, his expression becoming extremely solemn.

"Even this is ahead of schedule... it seems the number of people who died last night was not just a little bit."

"Yeah."

Zhao Yan took a deep breath, his tone heavy.

"Based on our years of summarizing the rules of the Barbaric Realm, the activation of the Shelter System has a threshold."

"It's entirely determined by the death rate."

"Only when the group that descended reaches a 30% death rate, this red line..."

"The Sky Curtain will activate the Shelter function at the latest the next day to protect the remaining people from extinction, encouraging them to band together."

"In previous years, it would only activate on the seventh or tenth day, but this time..."

Zhao Yan glanced at the calendar: "It's only the third day."

"The number of deaths must also be..."

Zhao Yan didn't dare to say that number.

Billions of people descended, a 30% death rate...

That meant that overnight, a billion people or more had turned into monster feces.

"Alas, life is unpredictable."

Wan Changzheng sighed deeply, stood up, and walked to the window, looking at the densely packed refugee camps outside the base.

"We can only do our best."

"Yesterday, the base forcibly took in over a thousand compatriots who descended nearby. Our supplies are already stretched thin."

"I hope fewer come today... It's not that we don't want to save them, it's that we truly can't afford to."

This was not him being cold-blooded.

As the head of the base, Wan Changzheng and Zhao Yan's breakfast today was just white porridge and pickles.

Exactly the same as what the refugees in the camps outside were eating.

"In the Barbaric Realm, only being strong yourself is true strength."

Wan Changzheng looked at the Sky Curtain. "The country can only provide a safe haven as much as possible, but it can't protect everyone forever."

"Mhm."

Zhao Yan nodded. Then he remembered the last sentence of the announcement just now, stroking his chin in confusion.

"Commander, what did that last sentence from the Sky Curtain mean?"

"Rush B? That sounds like a tactical term from a game? Does it mean... charge?"

"Could someone be carrying out some special operations?"

Upon hearing this, Wan Changzheng's brows furrowed tightly.

"Perhaps."

"After all, special forces from all over the world have come. Some elites can indeed do things ordinary people cannot."

"I guess... it's very likely the commotion was caused by that group on Weird Island."

Mentioning "Weird Island" and "special operations," Wan Changzheng seemed to recall something, his tone suddenly turning somewhat grim.

"Speaking of which, Old Zhao, encrypted news came from the central base yesterday."

"Our Ace Agent, 'Falcon,' sent back a piece of top-secret intelligence before he sacrificed himself."

"What intelligence?" Zhao Yan asked.

"Regarding why the Eagle Country and Cherry Blossom Country could dominate the top twenty."

Wan Changzheng clenched his fists and smashed them hard on the windowsill:

"They got incredibly lucky during their exploration of the Polar Icefield last month."

"Near the Dragon Seed Lair, they stumbled upon an 'S-class One-time Descent Scroll'."

"The scroll's effect is..."

"It allows a specified number of novices, equipped with a full set of Modernized Firearms, to choose their own landing location!"

"What?!"

Zhao Yan was so shocked he stood up abruptly, his face full of disbelief.

"They got that kind of incredible luck?!"

"This... isn't this cheating?!"

He understood all too well what this meant.

During the pioneering phase, when everyone else was fighting monsters with sticks and stones.

The elite teams from the Eagle Country and Cherry Blossom Country were armed with Assault Rifles, Sniper Rifles, and even Rocket Launchers!

They landed on Weird Island, the place with the richest resources, though also the most dangerous!

This was practically a max-level player slaughtering a newbie village!

"Not only that."

Wan Changzheng gritted his teeth.

"Even if they were unlucky and didn't awaken a Supernatural Ability."

"With firearms to start, they can also brush points, get rewards, and build shelters..."

"The Barbaric Realm is a world where the snowball gets bigger and bigger."

"If you're ahead, you can play comfortably, and resources will pour in!"

"But if you fall behind... one step slow means every step is slow, and in the end, you can only become food for monsters."

"If they manage to establish a foothold on Weird Island and build the first S-class Shelter..."

Wan Changzheng didn't continue.

But Zhao Yan already understood his meaning.

It was a strategic disaster.

"Although the higher-ups are already planning a team to go to Weird Island, I still hope..."

Wan Changzheng looked up, his gaze fixed tightly on the Light Screen that was about to refresh its rankings, and on No Need to Say More, who was still in first place.

"I hope he... can give us another miracle."