"Rescuer Mission Information 2: Defend against a zombie tide after establishing a safe zone, estimated zombie tide size - 200,000!
"Mission Level: Dangerous! (Mission Difficulty Explanation: None, Normal, Challenging, Dangerous, Terrifying, Catastrophic, Death)"
"Mission Deadline: The mission will start 30 days after the safe zone is established (Failure Criteria: All team members die!)"
"Mission Rewards: (For missions of Dangerous level or above, for each level increase, the reward is increased by 100%!)"
Note: You can choose to actively increase the mission difficulty to receive higher rewards.
"Reward 1:
"City Broadcast Authority (Reward obtained when choosing the Dangerous level)"
"War Zone Broadcast Authority (Reward obtainable when choosing the Terrifying level) - Use it to broadcast to all surviving players worldwide unconditionally within 30 seconds. Usage limit: 1/1"
"Reward 2:
"High-Quality Equipment (Blue) - Splitter Battle Axe (Reward obtained when choosing the Dangerous level)"
"Epic-Quality Equipment (Orange) - The Blade of Cain (Reward obtainable when choosing the Terrifying level)"
In the holographic screen, a blue giant axe and a blood-red longsword slowly rotate. Unlike the blue giant axe with a thin layer of frost covering it, the blood-red longsword occasionally exudes an ancient and awe-inspiring power.
The Blade of Cain, a weapon used by divine beings in Western mythology, is truly an epic-level equipment.
After reading the information, Clark lowered his head in thought. Defending against the zombie tide wasn't a big deal; he had already guessed that the Rescuer system might issue such missions.
Although the mission rewards had increased, the option to actively increase the difficulty made him hesitate. Both rewards were excellent, and even a Dangerous-level mission offered tempting incentives.
A war zone broadcast, or even a city-wide broadcast, could save the lives of tens of thousands of people. In his previous life, three months later, there would be an unexpected large-scale zombie tide outbreak, and the zombie horde seemed to know the survivors' locations and actively hunted humans.
There was no escape. As a result, survivors hiding in the city suffered heavy casualties. The chat channel wouldn't open for another six months, and all communication methods had already failed at this stage.
"If you choose to increase the difficulty, there is no doubt that it can greatly avoid this tragedy. As for the second reward, the epic equipment, the Hidden Blade of the Chronicle, was once obtained by a third-tier player in the Western War Zone. With this equipment, he, with the strength of just entering the third tier, single-handedly killed a third-tier mutant, becoming famous in one battle! He led millions of players throughout the Western War Zone.
This shows the power of this equipment! It is even more powerful in terms of damage than the Soul Eater's Hand before it was sealed. The rewards after increasing the difficulty are so generous; it's a qualitative change.
How to choose? After a moment of contemplation, Clark's eyes turned cold. Fortune favors the bold! The Doomsday Game is a race against death. If he doesn't even have this bit of courage, he might as well hide in a corner for a few years. Moreover, he also needs a handy weapon. The unprocessed Licker spine is no longer enough to support the challenges he will face next.
"Increase the difficulty level!"
Once the words were spoken, the system panel instantly changed.
"Ding, the current mission difficulty has been increased to the Horror level."
"The number of zombie attacks remains the same, but a large number of third-tier and below mutants have been added to the attack!"
Clark let out a sigh of relief; as long as there are no third-tier mutants, he can handle second-tier ones within his range. He just doesn't know how many "a large number" refers to.
Outside the car window, dusk was approaching. The signs passing by along the way indicated that there were only 9 kilometers left to Dirk's residential area.
Clark silently looked at the three vials of antidote in his hand, feeling excited. Although there were some difficulties along the way, the mission was finally completed.
The return journey was much faster than expected, and there were still 37 hours left until the suppression of the zombie virus would fail. As long as he injected the serum into himself and his sister, he could completely eliminate the zombie virus, and the biggest regret of his past life could be remedied.
Thinking that Viola would definitely burst into tears when she saw him come back, Clark couldn't help but smile. He silently murmured to himself.
"Viola, Dirk, I'm back..."
...
HY Community, Building 301.
"Boss, we've searched the entire building, and this is all the food we have."
Several empty packs of instant noodles were scattered on the ground, creating a mess.
"We're also out of food here. What do we do?" Frankie looked cautiously at Bernard, and the boss's mood seemed very bad.
"Damn it! A bunch of starving ghosts, not a bit of food left!"
Bernard stomped on the chest of a man who had died long ago, and spat on him with disgust.
"What do we do?"
"Bring that delivery guy to me!"
Inside the room, Bernard used his foot to push the weak and feeble man in a delivery worker's uniform towards him, driving him in front of Bernard.
Bernard's face darkened, and he held a gun in his right hand, pointing it directly at the delivery guy's forehead. He asked, "I remember the last time I saved you, you told me that you were responsible for deliveries in this area, and you were familiar with it, right?"
The delivery guy had a terrified expression and nodded frantically. But how could this be considered saving him? It was clearly a journey of coercion, forcing him to act as bait and a guide.
Bernard contemplated for a moment and then asked, "Has anyone around here ordered anything in advance, food or anything else? You're in charge of deliveries; you should know something."
His gang members' eyes lit up, and they gathered around, looking at him eagerly.
"Our boss's brain is sharp! Yeah, I heard people like to buy things online these days. Maybe someone ordered a lot!"
Bernard remained calm, ignoring the praise from his gang members. He stared intently at the silent delivery guy, as it seemed like this guy knew something.
"Click."The safety on the gun was disengaged.
"Three seconds. If you don't tell us what we can eat tonight, it's going to be you."
The gun's barrel was cold, and a bullet was chambered.
"No! Please! I'll talk! I'll talk!" The delivery guy's face was filled with panic. He knew that the man in front of him, referred to as the boss, was capable of doing anything, even something as gruesome as cannibalism.
A hint of reluctance flickered in the delivery guy's eyes. He knew that once he revealed which building had a large amount of supplies, these people would do something terrible. But staying alive was more important.
"I remember! Eight or nine days ago, in that building up ahead, someone bought a lot of canned goods!"
"There was so much that I remember it clearly!"
The delivery guy's face turned pale as he recalled the day he had delivered to the girl who opened the door alone. He often delivered packages to her on regular days.
The girl was always polite, speaking softly, and her innocent, kind eyes had left a deep impression on him.
Bernard grinned, revealing his yellow-stained teeth, and patted the delivery guy on the shoulder. His gang members were excited beside him.
"Lead the way!"
The deliveryman couldn't help but shiver at the sound and followed the crowd with heavy legs. I'm sorry, I just want to survive.
"Bernard, he should be talking about this."
Under the guidance of the deliveryman, Frankie pointed excitedly at the window on the third floor. With Bernard, an awakened person, and not many zombies in the neighborhood, they reached a residential building covered in vines in just a few minutes.
The doorplate was old, and there were a few zombie corpses with headshots at the entrance.
Bernard glanced at the corpses out of the corner of his eye and subconsciously kicked them a few times, lost in thought.
"Boss, should we stick to the old plan? Should we try to deceive them to open the door if someone's inside?"
"No need, just smash the door in."
Having not eaten a full meal for nearly two days, he had lost his patience. If the deliveryman hadn't lied to him, there should be plenty of food where these people lived. He couldn't wait to have a good meal. Of course, if there were women, it would be even better.