"Brother Xiao Jun, so far, we have 173,227 First-order Variant Crystals, 11,452 Second Order Variant Crystals, 772 Third Order Variant Crystals, and 11 Fourth Order Variant Crystals."
"We currently have a total of 721 little sisters in our team, 9 of whom are Fourth Order Mutants, while the rest are all Third Order."
"The lunchboxes and water bottles we have are enough for our entire team to live on for 10 months."
"As for the remaining post-apocalypse resources, we have 17 tons of salt, 11 tons of mineral water, 14 tons of rice, 2.3 tons of canned meat, and 3.5 tons of chili sauce products."
"Additionally, we have 4.2 tons of assorted snacks, 0.4 tons of seasonings, 1.7 tons of frozen foods, and 7,147 packs of high-end cigarettes."
At the beginning, when Xiao Jun took cigarettes, he would take them by the carton, even brands like Furong Wang were not good enough for him. If Hetian was unavailable, then Heqi Shengcai would do. If not, Huazi would suffice.
So the high-end cigarettes in Xiao Jun's possession far exceeded the stock of low-end cigarettes.
Later, when selling, the low-end cigarettes were sold out, but the high-end cigarettes sold very slowly, resulting in the current surplus.
Anyway, he had enough for himself.
"Our current Spatial Equipment can accommodate up to 117 tons of resources."
Spatial Equipment - every squad leader in Xiao Jun's team has at least one Spatial Ring.
However, the most were on Jiang Yue, Xiao Jun, and the Little loli.
They had 9 bracelets now, and one on each hand wasn't enough for them. There just hadn't been any larger backpack-type Spatial Equipment available.
This left the three remaining Spatial Stones without a use.
"From the Airdrop boxes, weapons have been fully equipped, and there are even 217 extra steel knives and 112 extra daggers. Mainly, there are combat suits, but only 17 have been produced so far, not enough for everyone to have one, not even the squad leaders."
Clothes were indeed lacking, but there were only so many weapons left because many had been sold in the trading market previously.
If not for those sales, Xiao Jun's team could never have advanced to Third Order so quickly.
"Additionally, we have thirty-four Spatial Tents. Chen Gang approached me, hoping to buy them, but since you weren't there, I didn't give him an answer."
Chen Gang wanted them?
Indeed, he must be planning to build Future City, but the houses in the city were not enough for so many people to live in, so he wanted to allocate an area and rent out tents.
This was the situation now. After the earthquake, housing would become even scarcer, and tents would indeed become the choice for the vast majority of people.
"Don't sell them, we'll decide later."
How much could they sell for at this time? Besides, Xiao Jun might need them himself in the future.
At that time, he could set up such tents in his own territory and rent them out to people who couldn't afford to buy houses.
"Also, I took some people outside the city today, and within a radius of fifty li, there were basically no traces of zombies."
This was within Xiao Jun's expectations.
He had previously thought there would be an earthquake first, then zombies attacking the city, so he had considered the issue of killing zombies.
But now it was the other way around.
The zombies that attacked the city during the attack couldn't have appeared out of nowhere - the hundreds of millions of zombies must have come from within fifty li of Future City.
This was fine too. He could find a place to lay low and wait for the earthquake to end before returning.
However, Xiao Jun certainly wouldn't be so kind as to tell other people about this.
Even in his previous life, when the earthquake struck, there weren't many Third Order Mutants, but the number of deaths wasn't too frightening.
As long as they didn't live on too high a floor, mutants would generally be able to react in time.
First Order Mutants would have some casualties, but Second Order and above would suffer very few deaths.
"Get ready, we'll set out tomorrow."
Xiao Jun had never revealed the reason for going outside the city, and Jiang Yue didn't ask.
From the apocalypse until now, this man always had an air of mystery, with a premonition about major events that often allowed his harem team to seize the initiative with an extremely small force.
He was the embodiment of a protagonist's aura.
"Should we tell the Gale Gang and Tiger Leopard Gang?"
Jiang Yue hesitated, then asked.
After all, they were now part of Xiao Jun's team, so there was no harm in informing them if there really was a major disaster.
"No need, just tell them to stay put in their Territory, and not live on too high a floor. There won't be a big problem, just some chaos."
"Okay."
He could take Chen Gang and White Cloth to observe the Fifth-Order Zombie attack on-site, at least proving the existence of Fifth-Order Zombies.
But an earthquake?
People would absolutely think you're a fool.
Has Star City ever experienced something like an earthquake in its history? Probably not, right?
What if you're just trying to lure us out of the city, so you can plunder the resources inside?
Such thoughts would be normal.
Although there were many Airdrop boxes outside the city, the city had more pre-apocalypse resources.
This could be seen from the earlier situation with cigarettes.
Pre-apocalypse resources would only become rarer in the future, and these were non-renewable resources - once used, they were gone.
Airdrop boxes, on the other hand, would definitely continue to appear, just accompanied by zombie rain.
So Xiao Jun wouldn't go looking for trouble by being a do-gooder.
"Can we recruit a thousand people?"
This time, a total of 269 people died, and Xiao Jun would definitely fill this vacancy.
The harem team had to maintain a state of one thousand people at all times.
Too few, and they couldn't control the people.
Too many, and Xiao Jun couldn't handle it. But don't get the wrong idea - he couldn't handle the resources.
With a thousand people, Xiao Jun was confident he could maintain his harem team as the top fighting force in Future City.
Even if Future City had tens of thousands of people, the elite teams combined wouldn't match the combat power of Xiao Jun's harem team.
There were only so many resources, and though he plundered a lot, he also had to support far too many people.
A thousand people was just right.
No matter what resources were in contention, Xiao Jun's team could always maintain sufficient competitiveness.
"It will be a bit difficult, but I'll try my best."
Hearing Xiao Jun's words, Jiang Yue looked troubled.
It wasn't that Future City didn't even have 300 little sisters left, but that the requirement was too low.
Moreover, people preferred another way of making money.
Not only was it risk-free, but it allowed for mutual pleasure - a win-win.
"Mm, the requirements can be lowered a bit, but remember, the team doesn't keep deadweights."
As he said this, the few people upstairs all looked at Jing Ru in unison, then turned their heads away with remarkable coordination, each minding their own business.
"Uh... one deadweight is enough, any more is too much."
Who said she was a deadweight? This was a bonus for his little sister, it was different.
Xiao Jun thought to himself.
These women didn't know about such things.
Four identical legs, two black and two white - who could resist that?
With alphabetic acceleration shoes, whoever uses them knows.

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”