Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

”Eighty percent? Hmm...”

The only difficulty with this option lies in the number of people. Currently, the Little Eagle Association and the Civilization Guardian have already joined Celestial Horse Island. With the C option goal reached, the Survivor Alliance has Zhang Xin helping to pave the way, which is manageable. However, the situation with the Apocalypse Corps remains unclear, but based on the attitude of its leader, Yang Xinqi, the difficulty shouldn’t be too great.

But all this is without considering the population ratio!

Not to mention the Survivor Alliance and the Apocalypse Corps—even for the Civilization Guardian and the Little Eagle Association, which have already decided to merge with Celestial Horse Island—we can’t guarantee the number will reach eighty percent. It’s quite obvious; the Civilization Guardian brought out a total of twenty people, and eight of them chose to leave the organization earlier, accounting for forty percent!

Thinking from the other perspective, if he wants to suddenly lead Celestial Horse Island to join another force, the core members are easy to say; they will definitely follow closely. But those people from Satellite Village, it’s hard to say, perhaps they might have other plans.

According to the intelligence he has gathered, the numbers for the Civilization Guardian and Apocalypse Corps are similar, around one hundred twenty-three, with slight differences in the ratio of combat personnel, while the Little Eagle Association is smaller, with only more than seventy people.

The Survivor Alliance, which has had thirty people eliminated, is still the largest force, with a population greater than the Civilization Guardian and Apocalypse Corps combined!

”One hundred thirty plus one hundred thirty... Hmm, roughly six hundred people from the four groups combined; eighty percent is about five hundred. As the saying goes, risk it, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle, let’s do it.”

”A, I choose A!”

Zhang Su firmly chose A. He believed that human effort could achieve anything and was prepared to fight for his reward.

[Completion time limit for the challenge: A, five days; B, ten days; C, fifteen days]

”Damn it!”

Zhang Su couldn’t help but curse. The earlier tasks weren’t too difficult overall. With his own strength and the help of various leaders, reaching the goals was just a matter of time. But it was unexpected that the last item’s time limit caught him off guard...

To know this involves recruiting four forces, not just the former Cyan Dragon Corps; moreover, when he conquered the Cyan Dragon Corps alone, the A option allowed for ten days. This time it’s halved, the suspicion of cutting the reward is too damn serious!

Zhang Su was displeased, but what good is getting angry with dealings with advanced civilizations?

”A, I choose A!”

Since he’s angry, then let the anger turn into motivation; since he’s tense, let the pressure turn into action!

[Challenge generated: Within five days, recruit all forces of the North City Four Tigers into Celestial Horse Island, with each force reaching no less than eighty percent in numbers, difficulty: A, countdown begins: 119:59:59.

Survivor Alliance: 8/298, Civilization Guardian: 21/129, Apocalypse Corps: 9/133, Little Eagle Association: 18/77.]

Seeing the familiar yet strange counter, Zhang Su showed a knowing smile. He loved this feature, as a pity it couldn’t be permanently active. In the end, he still needed to train hard to activate Ju Mumio’s kind of emotion-sensing ability.

Accepting the challenge, time and space swirled, everything around him returned to normal, sound reentered his ears, cold covered his skin again, and the stench drifted into his nostrils...

He quickly found a spot to solve the problem, while his thoughts lingered on those numbers.

It was understandable that eight people from the Survivor Alliance agreed to be recruited, certainly Zhang Xin and his loyal followers. Civilization Guardian was easier to comprehend; with Wu Daqiang among five, no problem there. Among the remaining sixteen, excluding Li Zongkai represents the twenty who came over with fifteen having already decided in their hearts—that was very interesting!

Excluding Wu Daqiang’s twenty, with eight having already chosen to leave the Civilization Guardian, supposedly leaves twelve. Even if all twelve were willing, three more still appear. Clearly, some have already regretted their decision.

The Little Eagle Association’s eighteen also had some issues due to Liu Yao’s defeat, already indicating they were merging with Celestial Horse Island. If his entire group of twenty agreed, it should be twenty-one instead of eighteen, leaving three who were dissatisfied.

As for the Apocalypse Corps, Zhang Su wasn’t in a hurry. Their situation was similar to the Survivor Alliance’s, yet only nine people willing belonged to the surprise!

Zhang Su pondered a bit, feeling a chill in his backside while he finished quickly and headed back to the parking area. People were just as lively as when he left, a promising start—at least there’s no hostility toward Celestial Horse Island.

He had previously intended to expand the population and strengthen forces. Now, with the added challenge, the matter must be handled well.

Clap, clap.

Zhang Su clapped his hands to gather curious glances from the crowd and said loudly, ”Everyone, Celestial Horse Island is only this big. There might be some shortcomings in hospitality, Bozai, Zhuzi, and Old Ma, help take care of the brothers from various forces. Chief leaders, let’s find a place to sit and chat over tea!”

Leaders of the various forces were already anticipating formal dialogue but couldn’t interrupt personal matters. Upon Zhang Su’s call, they didn’t worry about their subordinates and hurried to him.

Zhang Su led Li Zongkai with a calm demeanor, a spirited Zhang Xin, a bitter-looking Liu Yao holding his stomach with one arm, a thoughtful Yang Xinqi, and a serious Yuwen towards Little Lucky, accompanied by Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshan.

”Come on, everyone, come in and warm up. This is where we usually meet on Celestial Horse Island and also where we eat. Take a sniff; you can smell the aroma here, haha!”

Zhang Su pushed open the restaurant door and went inside first, feeling relaxed returning to his place. Previously harnessing heat from fire-breathing zombies offset the cold but couldn’t compare to the warmth inside.

Zheng Xinyu gave Zhang Su a puzzled look, not quite understanding why he was so cheerful after using the restroom. His hearty laughter differed from previous polite gestures and seemed to hold genuine joy.

Yuwen also noticed this detail, adjusting his glasses, pondering how to match Zhang Su’s talking shortly.

The group walked into the restaurant, glancing around. On the long tables in the corner were jars neatly arranged, with keen eyes recognizing them as tomato sauce, fermented beans, tofu cheese, spicy bean paste, among others. Even without dishes, the sight of these could pair well with several bowls of rice!

The transparent cabinets neatly held bowls and plates of assorted tableware, while a few tables were equipped with tissues, catching the eyes of several individuals.

Such items as tissues, handkerchiefs, and napkins weren’t a priority at the outbreak’s onset, as most households had some stock; being non-edibles and non-weapons, many spared thoughtless usage.

Until the situation stabilized, one day needing tissues while finding only remnants, then borrowing proved impossible—they grasped the gravity...

”King Yama, you folks really are extravagant, using tissues freely?”

With an exaggerated expression, Zhang Xin walked to the table, grabbed half a pack of tissues, folded them, and put them in his pocket.

Zhang Su looked at Zhang Xin confusedly, ”Isn’t that... you’re at least a captain in the Survivor Alliance, yet you take advantage of such?”

”Mr. Zhang, you’re unaware, hygiene supplies now count as rare resources in the city!”

Li Zongkai shrugged off his coat, explaining before Zhang Su could ask, ”These items weren’t overly stocked in the city, relying mostly on periodic logistical distribution networks for supply. Once this network collapsed and stopped incoming supplies, use would quickly exhaust.

At present, nearby commercial centers have been cleared, alongside supplies from apartments, barely sustaining us. However, without refurbished supply chains or restarts at factories, the Civilization Guardian’s hygiene materials will deplete within three to four months, and consideration of uncollected apartment reserves is included, where some households... upon thorough searches, might only yield a roll or two!”