Global Game: AFK In The Zombie Apocalypse Game

Chapter 797: Camouflage

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The game hint refreshed once again.

[Hint: Player’s next level upgrade requirement-Tier 1 fusion evolution crystal*999, Tier 2 fusion evolution crystal*100.]

[Hint: Player has obtained the fusion crystal formula (not tradable after fusion). Fusion requires three different colors of the same tier evolution crystals.]

As expected.

At the beginning of the level-up, he first needed semi-fusion crystals, but this time, he needed all-fusion crystals.

Fang Heng predicted the need to level up, so he came to the Wasteland Apocalypse earlier.

He didn’t lose out this time. He slightly changed his plan, and he also needed to farm low-level crystals.

It was all a matter of convenience.

The next step was to mine.

Fang Heng took out the shovels and pickaxes from his backpack and threw them on the ground.

The zombie clones quickly picked up the tools on the ground and silently walked into the depths of the mining area to start digging.

[Hint: Player’s zombie clone has dug up useless shrapnel.]

[Hint: Player’s zombie clone has dug up useless shrapnel…]

[Hint: Player has dug up low-level ore… player’s master level mining skill experience points +1, player’s geological exploration skill experience points +1.]

The game hints popped up one after another.

Fang Heng quickly realized that this mining area was a sinkhole!

The ore drop rate was surprisingly low.

There was no way to get back the capital.

No wonder there were no other players in the mine.

Fang Heng could not help but yawn again.

“Forget it, I’ll mingle around tonight and find a better place tomorrow.”

Fang Heng thought and stood aside to wait quietly.

The zombie clones didn’t wear any protective suits. They were affected by the radiation, and their HP was gradually decreasing.

When their HP dropped to 8%, the undying body effect was triggered, and they were immune to damage.

Under such a serious condition, the zombie clones were still working hard in mining the ores and waving the pickaxes.

“It seems that the radiation effect is physical damage. Next is the transportation of ores…”

Fang Heng looked at the zombie clones that were working and muttered to himself.

He turned on the survival radio and asked Mo Jiawei to buy 30 sets of protective suits and send them over.

About an hour later, in the mining area, Fang Heng brought 200 zombie clones and 100 Lickers to the Wasteland World and completely resurrected them.

Mo Jiawei also brought a batch of materials to the mining area and stood aside to watch.

The originally empty mining area was crowded with so many zombie clones. It was quite a spectacular sight.

Fang Heng controlled the Lickers to explore and clear the surrounding area to ensure the safety of the mining area.

The remaining zombie clones continued to collect materials, make simple tools, and mine for ores.

Then, Mo Jiawei displayed the thirty protective suits that he had exchanged for.

The 30 zombie clones put on the thick layer of protective suits.

Mo Jiawei walked up to the neatly-dressed zombie clones and smacked his lips.

“Hmm, not bad, not bad.”

The low-tier protective suit was rough and heavy, and it had additional redundant equipment. After putting it on, not only did it wrap the player tightly, but it also restricted the player from making many movements.

There were also benefits.

For example, right now, the protective suit was an excellent disguise.

In the pitch-black night, after wearing the protective suits, the zombie clones didn’t seem to be too noticeable to ordinary people, except for the fact that they were walking unsteadily.

“Fang Heng, let’s do it.”

“Okay.”

As Fang Heng said that, he controlled the thirty neatly-dressed zombie clones to each carry a sack of ores on their backs and followed behind Mo Jiawei.

“Let’s go, let’s send the ores back.”

Mo Jiawei made an ‘OK’ gesture to Fang Heng, then led the zombies back the way they came.

The journey was safe.

The zombies with the weight-bearing bodies came to the shelter in the safe areas. The zombie clones then threw the ores on the ground.

The newbie players, who had been looking forward to this for a long time, walked out of the darkness.

“God! Awesome!”

“Awesome! Someone sent the goods over…”

It was too dark for the newbie players to see clearly. They had never thought that the toolmen who brought the ores over would be zombies. They only thought that it was not bad to earn contribution points by doing such a simple job.

This game was not as difficult as the teachers in the school said.

“Don’t talk nonsense. Let’s go. Work faster. Consider it an extra achievement.”

“Boss is awesome!”

Carrying the sacks, the players were responsible for the last part of the transportation process. They put the ores into their backpack, and those who could not put them directly carried the sacks behind them and sent them back to the safe areas.

Mo Jiawei nodded with satisfaction. He brought the newbies who were carrying the materials back to the safe areas of the shelter and began to hand in the missions.

In the hall, many players noticed a dozen newbies led by Mo Jiawei and watched as they carried the bags and walked towards the commission office of the Raptor Company.

There was some doubt in their eyes.

Very quickly, the players shifted their gazes away.

Mining basic ores, the lowest-level labor force.

In most cases, they could not make ends meet, not to mention directly handing the ores to the Raptor Company.

It was a bloody loss.

There was nothing they could do. This was the consequence of offending Raptor Company.

[Hint: You have submitted 64 units of basic ores. Obtained 320 contribution points.]

Awesome! The first bucket of gold!

Mo Jiawei waved his fist excitedly. He felt like he had started from scratch to work his way up until now.

The other ten or so newbie players also felt good. They looked at Mo Jiawei, their eyes burning with passion.

They had agreed that the entire team would get 1% of the commission!

Work it out for one night!

“Boss, do we continue?”

“Of course, we continue!”

Everything went smoothly. Mo Jiawei immediately decided to increase the output!

He estimated for a moment and directly spent all the contribution points he had just obtained. He went to the trading area and continued to invest in items such as carts, protective suits, and the urgently needed Raptor Company’s advanced multi-purpose pickaxe.

This thing was hundreds of times more efficient than the pickaxe made by the zombies.

He continued to increase the output…

Mo Jiawei’s spirit was lifted.

Tonight was destined to be a sleepless night!

…

“Yawn…”

In the mining area, Fang Heng, who was controlling the zombie clones to work, yawned.

He was a little tired.

He left the Raptor Company to Mo Jiawei to manage.

He was trustworthy.

Fang Heng took out a simple bed and lay on it. Then, he closed his eyes to recover his energy in the game.

In short, he decided to hack in here tonight and check later tomorrow to find the next place to grind monsters.

Recently, he was stuck in the fallen corridor and had a lot of things to do. Therefore, he tried to hack in the game as much as possible.

“Boss Fang! Boss Fang!”

Fang Heng had just closed his eyes and was in a daze for a while when he was woken up by Mo Jiawei who had rushed back.

Mo Jiawei rushed back to the mining area with a lot of materials. When he saw Fang Heng lying on the bed and resting, he became anxious.

All his employees were geared up. As the boss, how could he rest?

“Fang Heng, hurry up and get up. The new goods have arrived. I’ve got a lot of shovels and tools. I think we still need to adjust the production line. God, you have to listen to me this time…”