The Shelter Game: Me, Starting with a Tenfold Drop Rate

A gentle breeze rustled the leaves, producing a soft, whispering sound. Under the sparse, starry sky, occasional insect chirps could be heard.

Inside the villa.

The two were slightly tipsy from the alcohol.

When Irving's gaze fell on Wendy again, she had completely let her guard down. Aside from being a professional assassin, she was also a woman.

"What's the deal with the serpent assassin organization you mentioned?" Irving asked, somewhat puzzled.

Wendy took another small sip of the strong liquor. Having chosen to follow this man, she had nothing to hide and revealed everything she knew.

In the country, firearms were strictly controlled. Apart from the official military, it was illegal for any private individual to possess firearms.

However, it was different in other countries abroad.

In some countries, openly carrying guns on the street was not only legal but also protected.

The headquarters of the serpent organization was in a small country in the southeast region. This country had a consistently hot and humid climate, characteristic of a tropical rainforest. Frequent small-scale conflicts and unrest were common, with various local forces constantly battling each other.

Initially, the serpent organization provided armed forces to local factions. As their numbers grew and they trained many excellent assassins, the organization expanded its operations.

To earn high commissions, the serpent organization began accepting tasks from private employers via the dark web, targeting specific individuals for assassination.

These targets included wealthy tycoons, royal nobles, local warlords, and even high-ranking government officials from certain countries.

"Many, like me, were orphans taken in by the serpent organization and subjected to brutal training." Wendy reminisced, sighing. "Each training camp had about a hundred people, but after the eliminations, only a handful survived."

Being an assassin required a certain talent.

A meticulous mind and quick thinking were essential, but the most crucial quality was a ruthless heart.

For Wendy at the time, she had no choice but to kill to survive, sometimes even killing those she grew up with.

Irving's eyes flashed with complexity.

Having experienced an apocalypse himself, he could deeply understand the feeling of having no choice but to survive in a harsh environment. He empathized with Wendy's arduous journey from an orphan to a top assassin.

"Irving, what exactly is the Other World Game?" Wendy asked. "I had heard some rumors before, but I didn't believe them until…"

The battle at the villa earlier that day replayed in her mind.

The assassins who came with her, though not ranked among the world's top killers, were elite members of the serpent organization, numerous and heavily armed.

But against Irving, they were like paper, easily defeated.

The golden aura surrounding Irving not only rendered daggers useless but also made bullets ineffective. The sudden appearance of a massive fireball that engulfed everyone instantly was still a vivid memory.

Even now, thinking back to that scene made Wendy's heart tremble.

"The Other World Game is a space created by the will of the blue planet, simulating the apocalypse that is about to arrive." Irving said, picking up his wine glass and walking outside the villa. He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his expression gradually becoming solemn.

The current scenery would soon become a thing of the past.

When the Dark Overlord descends upon the blue planet, the entire world will be plunged into darkness, devoid of any light. Most people will be forced to survive in underground tunnels, living like rats—humble and pitiable.

After explaining this, Wendy furrowed her brows even more tightly, puzzled. "The Dark Overlord? What is that?"

She wanted to know whether the Dark Overlord was some kind of life form or a phenomenon.

Even Irving couldn't explain this. He only knew that when the apocalypse arrived, a special geomagnetic energy would appear worldwide, causing almost all exposed electronic devices to be impacted and rendered useless.

Although countries possessed a large number of weapons and equipment, such as tanks, airplanes, and even cruise missiles, they would all become scrap metal in an instant.

This wasn't the most critical issue. Under the influence of this geomagnetic energy, terrifying exotic beasts would appear worldwide, constantly destroying city buildings and slaughtering humans as prey.

As for the Dark Overlord…

Irving shook his head. He didn't know whether the Dark Overlord was a powerful life form or some kind of phenomenon.

He thought about the inheritance he received in the Flowing Light and Dense Realm.

Although he didn't yet know the nature of the Dark Overlord's existence, one thing was certain: it had descended upon the blue planet millions of years ago and had completely destroyed the Taikoo Divine Clan, which ruled the world at that time.

The four murals in the volcanic heart of the secret realm only depicted the origin and destruction of the Taikoo Divine Clan, providing no information about the Dark Overlord.

As for the Taikoo Divine Clan's inheritance he received, it was not complete, leaving many pieces of information unknown for now.

"The slots for the Other World Game are being gradually opened. It won't be long before you should also get the qualification to enter the game. You'll understand everything by then." Irving said to Wendy, smiling.

He wasn't sure about the logic behind the blue planet's will selecting the slots, but he was certain that everyone would eventually get the qualification to enter the game—it was just a matter of time.

However, for most people, even if they obtained the qualification to enter the game, surviving in the harsh environment of the Other World would still be a significant challenge.

For Irving, he still had many things to handle.

First, he needed to build a powerful exotic beast army. As a necromancer in the Other World Game, this was his foundation. Without absolute power as support, everything else would be meaningless.

Second, the construction of the shelter. James had already sent people to refurbish the castle, and they had upgraded the walls using materials obtained from the mines.

Third, stockpiling supplies…

Apart from living supplies, he needed to stockpile a large amount of military equipment. To survive in the harsh post-apocalyptic environment, solving the issues of lighting and heating was paramount.

Although he had managed to acquire some equipment from the official strategic reserve warehouse through certain means last time, it was barely enough for the initial stone house he had built. After relocating the shelter to the castle, those few searchlights were far from sufficient.

Moreover, the most troublesome issue was the geomagnetic energy, which would render almost all electronic devices useless. This problem had to be addressed in advance.

During this trip to Starling City, Irving had already started planning a new strategy.

Even if he stockpiled a lot of supplies now, setting aside the issue of shelf life, natural consumption would eventually deplete them. However, if he could control a resource-rich city like Starling City, this problem would be completely solved.

But right now, he wasn't the only one eyeing Starling City...

"We'll have to take it step by step. At least, we need to secure the resources controlled by the Green family." Irving murmured to himself.

The two stood by the pool, feeling the gentle breeze under the moonlight. The bottle of whiskey was soon finished. Wendy's cheeks had turned rosy, and she gazed intently at the man beside her, no one knew what she was thinking.

"It's late, let's go upstairs and get some sleep." Irving said in a deep voice, then stood up to leave.

At that moment, Wendy also stood up from the lounge chair. The breeze lifted her skirt, and her pale, slender legs shone brightly in the moonlight.

Maybe she had drunk too much, but after taking just two steps, Wendy staggered and began to fall forward.

Noticing something was wrong, Irving quickly caught her.

In that moment.

Their eyes met, and an unusual spark flickered in their gazes. The atmosphere instantly turned ambiguous.

"Irving..." Wendy instinctively bit her lip, recalling the moment earlier that day when this man had pinned her down on the sofa. Although it was just for a play, her heart had pounded fiercely.

Over the years, countless men had coveted her beauty, paying with their lives in the end. No one had ever crossed that line.

At this moment, silence spoke louder than words.

Though Irving had been through rebirth and was far more mature than his peers, he was still a man of flesh and blood. Holding Wendy in his arms, who showed no intention of pulling away, he understood what was happening.

The next moment.

Irving picked Wendy up and carried her into the upstairs bedroom.

This villa was expansive, especially the master bedroom. Its decor and furnishings rivaled those of a five-star hotel, perhaps even more luxurious.

Once inside the room, they went straight to the shower.

Besides the regular shower area, there was a large bathtub.

Wendy slowly removed her clothes, revealing her smooth, white skin. Years of rigorous training had given her a firm, well-toned body, with no excess fat on her streamlined figure.

The next moment.

She embraced Irving and kissed him, her tongue seeking his. Whether it was the alcohol or something else, she felt a wave of heat course through her body...