She stood up abruptly, rushed in front of Akira in a few steps, and her voice even became out of tune.
“Did you see it?
The food shelf life is halved!
The supplies we worked so hard to move back, their shelf life was directly cut in half!”
Among the food brought back, most were cooked foods with a shelf life of only five or six days.
If the shelf life became half as short, it would immediately deal a devastating blow to their food resources.
“Are we leaving?”
Takagi Saya looked at Akira, her eyes carrying a hint of hesitation.
The dual effects of the Western District were very dangerous, whether it was more monsters or the impact of the Plum Rain Season on food supplies.
“We probably can’t leave.”
Akira frowned, “Saya, in these past two days of Tactical Reconnaissance, have you scouted any other survivor strongholds?”
Takagi Saya’s complexion was somewhat poor, and she shook her head.
Akira’s expression remained unchanged as he took out a blank sheet of paper and a pen collected from the supermarket, drawing on the blueprint.
“In these three days, we conducted three reconnaissances centered on the supermarket, covering a range of at least two thousand meters in the four directions of southeast, northwest, and west.
However, no survivor strongholds appeared within this range.”
“Is it possible that the survivor stronghold is outside our two-thousand-meter range, and perhaps it just happens to be outside my detection range?” Looking at Akira’s blueprints, Takagi Saya couldn’t help saying.
“It’s possible it’s just a little bit outside my detection range.”
“That’s possible, but what are the chances?” Akira countered, making Takagi Saya close her mouth.
Indeed, in the area outside her detection range, they lacked the talent to view maps.
Without a way to determine their position, they would just fly around everywhere like headless flies.
Shiraki Meiko pushed up her glasses and brought some news as well.
“When I first came to this world, I searched the area within one kilometer around the Dormitory, and there were no survivors like me.”
Shiraki Meiko’s expression was different from Takagi Saya’s; she was extremely calm.
“Akira is right.
It’s very likely we are a long distance away from the survivor community in the West District.
Moving forward rashly would be too dangerous.”
Akira nodded.
“Looking on the bright side, the monster respawn rate has accelerated, and their levels have increased while becoming restless.
Although dangerous, it’s also an opportunity.”
“Both Shiraki Meiko’s and my talents are combat-type talents.
Gaining more attribute points will make our attribute growth rate faster.”
Now only one problem remained, which was the food issue.
The original food could support three people’s diet for a month.
Now, after the shelf life was shortened, this time was directly cut in half.
However, just as Akira was thinking of a way to solve it, the mechanical prompt sounded again.
[New special building blueprint: ‘Constant Temperature Drying Room’, which can effectively inhibit food spoilage caused by the Plum Rain Season.
The blueprints have been dropped at different resource points in the West District.]
[Survivors of Building 3 in the West District, the blueprint for the Constant Temperature Drying Room closest to you has been dropped at the northern ‘Municipal Archives’.]
Constant Temperature Dryer?
“It seems our path hasn’t been blocked off completely.” Akira looked at Takagi Saya.
“Can you detect the location of the archives?”
Takagi Saya took a deep breath, forcing herself to calm down.
She walked to the balcony, her hands holding the cold railing, and closed her eyes.
The intangible spiritual power, like a giant net, precisely spread out toward the due north direction.
A few seconds later, she abruptly opened her eyes.
“Found it!”
There was a hint of relief and joy in her tone, but this joy lasted only for an instant before being quickly replaced by a rising solemnity.
Her expression sank at a speed visible to the naked eye, her brows tightly knitted together.
“What’s wrong?” Akira walked to her side.
“The location of the archives is very clear; the straight-line distance is about 1,500 meters.” Takagi Saya’s voice was somewhat hoarse.
She turned her head, her gaze behind her lenses dimming slightly.
“The number of monsters on the road…
is very abnormal.”
“At least dozens of low-level monsters, and a few mid-to-low-level monsters.
But that’s not even the most troublesome part.” Takagi Saya clenched her fists, her voice dropping even lower.
“Inside the archives, there is an intermediate monster.”
[Monster Name: Scale Python]
[Monster Level: Intermediate]
[Monster Characteristic: Steel-hardened Scaled Armor (extremely high reduction effect against physical damage)]
[Monster Weakness: None]
An intermediate monster with no weaknesses.
Takagi Saya’s mood was somewhat low.
Having no weaknesses meant that this monster could not be defeated by preparation and targeting.
Just how strong is an intermediate monster?
Akira pondered this question.
Low-level monsters were simply those ordinary zombies seen everywhere.
Comprehensively evaluating their strength and speed, they were slightly inferior to a healthy adult male.
Their only advantages were being tireless, unafraid of death, and having a huge base number.
But once you were familiar with their movement patterns, as long as you had enough stamina and a handy weapon, in a one-on-one situation, the threat wasn’t fatal.
Starting from the mid-to-low level, the nature of the monsters underwent a qualitative change.
Mid-to-low-level monsters always had one particularly prominent attribute or a very tricky characteristic.
Worker Zombie, high strength, low agility.
Clawed Zombie, high agility, low strength.
Flesh Hound, low attributes all around, but if fatal damage was not inflicted upon it, it would regenerate infinitely.
If low-level monsters were comparable to a normal adult male, mid-to-low-level monsters were comparable to a group of normal adult males.
Looking at it this way, this intermediate monster might not be particularly difficult to deal with.
Looking at the monster’s description, another subtext of having no weaknesses was that it also had no strengths; the more powerful a monster’s characteristic, the more mediocre its attributes would be, and the Flesh Hound was just like that.
Thinking of this, Akira made his plan.
“Tomorrow we’re going to the ‘Municipal Archives’.”
It might not seem tempting right now but who knows what the future holds?
“And If you’re enjoying it, drop a Power Stone for me!”