[Task completed, employee capacity increased by +10.]
The crisp system prompt sounded again while the number in Zhang Ye's eyes rapidly changed to two hundred.
At the same time, the number of human employees became twenty.
I guessed right.
Zhang Ye felt a surge of joy, realizing that the number of human employees he could have was indeed synchronized with the zombies.
For every ten additional slots for zombie employees, one slot for human employees was added to the tally—the ratio was exactly ten to one.
By his side, Ai Bing, seeing this, immediately asked curiously:
"What's happened?"
"Did the number of slots increased significantly this time?"
As the woman spoke, her body leaned slightly against Zhang Ye's, her soft touch and the fresh scent of shower gel suddenly bringing him back to his senses.
He looked up at Ai Bing and quickly shook his head, saying:
"The same as before, still ten."
"I reckon it depends on the number of survivors in the settlement."
