The top floor of Xiaorunfa Mall.
Nearly a hundred players had gathered in the warehouse.
The warehouse was stacked with supplies.
These supplies had originally been intended to restock the mall's shops.
But since the Doomsday Game had descended,
the warehouse had become a gathering place where players came to collect supplies.
Generally speaking, places like malls, which saw extremely heavy foot traffic,
were crawling with zombies, and few people would choose to enter them.
But the freight elevator at the back of Xiaorunfa Mall happened to lead directly to the warehouse.
There was no need to come into contact with the zombies inside the mall.
So any players who knew a little about Xiaorunfa
would take the freight elevator to the top floor to get food and other supplies.
One player with a particularly forward-thinking mindset
saw what was happening and decided to set up a gathering place here.
Anyone who could come here for supplies was an "outstanding talent" brave enough to leave home and kill zombies.
If they brought all these "outstanding talents" together, couldn't they form a powerful organization?
With this "wonderful" idea in mind, the gathering place soon attracted plenty of people.
The leader then named it the "Death God Club."
In his eyes, everyone in his gathering place was a bona fide death god!
Death gods who brought death to zombies!
In just three days, the Death God Club had gathered a hundred people.
Working together, the hundred players had successfully wiped out several small zombie gathering spots.
In other words, small supermarkets, little shops, and small apartment buildings.
The success of several raids, along with the spoils and the thrill of leveling up,
had gone to the Death God Club members' heads.
They clamored to pull off something big.
By then, the club's