Last Words

The negotiations lasted 17 seconds, mainly handled by Zhang Yong and Zhuang Yan.

Of course, they were the only ones who could do it.

After all, Lin An had only said one sentence to the "reckless" Zhang Tie before vanishing without a sound.

Once the negotiations began, humanity seemed to return to a state of rationality, determining a new distribution ratio through rapid discussion.

There were no arguments, only a barefaced comparison of force.

It was like dividing spoils at gunpoint.

All disputes and time-wasting theatrics always came before the question of whether they could monopolize everything.

They were willing to waste precious farming time, an hour or even half a day, in order to kill the others and claim everything for themselves.

But they absolutely refused to waste points that were clearly "already in hand."

Once everyone realized they could only abide by the distribution, they began caring about how much they could take away.

"Thirty-five percent. The first group to enter will be the people from Lin An's Team. The Second Round will enter and farm points for one round at seventy percent. Everyone else will enter in order!"

The Awakened representative chosen by the Nordic War Zone stared fixedly at Zhuang Yan.

This was their greatest concession.

They had already been extremely benevolent and generous.

These points should all have belonged to them.

So what if Lin An had dealt with the monster?

The apocalypse wasn't a school lesson. The person who got the answers right and scored highly didn't automatically get everything.

The apocalypse was a jungle without morality or rules. A hunter who killed prey could just as easily be killed by others, who would then seize the dead deer on the ground.

Morality? Conscience? Gratitude?

Those things were simply too extravagant.

To the Survivors