The apocalypse struck, and I became a druid.

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Only after finishing all that did he have time to carefully check the specific supplies in the storage room.

He did a quick count, and the total number of items in the storage room of this house was:

Four heavy bags of vacuum-packed rice, ten unopened bottles of mineral water, and some compressed biscuits, canned goods, dried goods, noodles, self-heating rice... as well as several bags of vegetable and fruit seeds that were salvaged from the refrigerator and were not completely rotten.

Chapter 9 Come to the door

If used sparingly, these supplies should be enough to support him for several months.

However, aside from the initial sight of these supplies, now that he has calmed down, he doesn't feel much joy.

Because in the current environment, these are non-renewable resources.

Rice will eventually run out, water will eventually run out, and all kinds of food will only be eaten little by little.

The supplies in the entire apartment building are limited.

Having been transported to this godforsaken place, the city's operations are completely paralyzed, factories cannot produce new industrial food, and these foods are practically extinct.

Now that we've finished eating, what should we do next?

Han Ning inexplicably thought of certain post-apocalyptic novels where a can of food could be exchanged for a beautiful female superstar for one night.

"We need to get ahead of the other residents and get as many supplies as possible before they finish searching the entire building."

Before his transmigration, Han Ning didn't have the habit of hoarding resources like a hoarder, but after transmigrating here, he had no choice but to become one.

He planned to rest for a while before continuing to explore upstairs, hoping to get more food and drink.

But I hadn't even gotten comfortable sitting down yet.

"Tap...tap tap...tap..."

A clear knocking sound suddenly came from outside the security door.

He just moved to the 8th floor.

"Who?!"

Hearing the sudden knocking at the door, Han Ning, who had been slightly relaxed, immediately tensed up.

He instantly thought of the man with the buzz cut who had just left.

Han Ning was not surprised that the other party had found his residence.

His residence could be easily located by the scratches on the ground from dragging heavy objects.

If there's no one on the 7th floor, then it must be the 8th floor.

Good guess.

Han Ning was concerned that the security door of this apartment building was of good quality; as long as strangers were kept out, everything would be fine.

As an awakened druid, he had some confidence in his heart.

So I didn't clean up the scratches on the floor.

Moreover, it's very difficult to clean it.

He moved silently behind the door, peered through the peephole with his right eye, and cautiously observed the outside.

Several people were standing in the dimly lit corridor.

The leader was a young man who looked a few years younger than the man with the buzz cut, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

He had regular features, calm eyes, and wore relatively clean dark sportswear. His hair was neatly trimmed, and his face did not have the mercenary fierceness of a buzz cut man. Instead, he gave people a very calm feeling.

The young man remained in the position of knocking on the door, seemingly able to sense Han Ning's gaze from behind the door, a gentle smile playing on his lips.

A few steps behind him stood the man with the buzz cut, who was now standing meekly, completely devoid of the arrogance he displayed when he was looting supplies.

There were also two or three men of varying heights, scattered a little further away.

"Friend, sorry to bother you."

The composed young man outside the door spoke, his voice coming through the door panel.

"We mean no harm, we just want to talk to you. Would it be convenient for you to open the door?"

"Who are you? What do you want to talk about?" Han Ning asked without opening the door.

There was a moment of silence outside the door, then the young man's gentle voice rang out:

"Let me briefly introduce myself. My name is Liu Feng, and I was originally a resident of this apartment building."

“I know you don’t want to open the door. If I were in your shoes, I would be wary too.”

"But what I'm about to say concerns the life and death of everyone in this building, including you."

He paused, organized his thoughts, and said,

"Since arriving in this world, my companions and I have been recording the changes in water level every day."

"We found that the rate at which the water level rises is... close to constant, with an average daily rise of about 20-30 centimeters."

"The underground parking lot is now completely flooded. At this rate, the floodwater will reach the third floor in a month at most."

“By then, it will be very difficult for us to go out. Those crocodile lizards that are so comfortable in the water will surge into every floor and every corner of the building like a tide.”

"Actually... we're already in a rather critical situation right now, otherwise I wouldn't have come to find you."

The young man's voice outside the door wasn't loud, but the message in his words forced Han Ning to take it seriously.

Everything the other person said was something he cared about a lot.

“Friend, you are an awakened one, and you must have received a message left behind by the local natives.”

"Leaving this planet swallowed by the Black Tide is our only way to survive, but a vehicle is the key to reaching the center of the continent."

"You should understand the situation outside. Even if you are an Awakened One, how far can you go alone? How many monsters can you fight? Can you find a safe ship?"

"If everyone continues to fight their own battles and only cares about their own doorstep, then there will only be one outcome—"

The young man's voice took on a serious tone.

"Everyone will either drown or be killed by the monster."

Upon hearing the information Liu Feng provided, Han Ning fell silent.

Putting aside the conflict with the man with the buzz cut, the information Liu Feng provided about the torrential rain was indeed true.

The chances of Han Ning finding a way to survive in a world full of monsters and torrential rain on his own are extremely slim.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Click.

The heavy security door slowly opened a crack.

Han Ning stood behind the door, only half of his face showing, warily scanning the people outside before finally fixing his gaze on Liu Feng, who was in the lead.

"There's no need to visit the fourth floor for now."

He pointed to the side.

"The next room is empty, let's talk there."

Not knowing the other party's background, Han Ning dared not go to the 4th floor rashly, for who knew how many people were there.

So he came up with a compromise.

Liu Feng nodded without the slightest hesitation: "Okay."

He turned around and instructed the men behind him, including the man with the buzz cut, "You guys wait outside."

“Brother Feng… he…” The man with the buzz cut seemed to want to say something, but was immediately silenced and lowered his head after being swept over by Liu Feng’s calm gaze.

The others quickly stepped back and stood guard on both sides of the corridor.

Liu Feng walked into room 801 alone, one after the other, with Han Ning following behind.

In the empty living room, there were only a few pieces of furniture covered with white sheets.

Because there was no electricity, the light was unusually dim.

Liu Feng casually glanced at his surroundings, then suddenly said to Han Ning in a very serious tone:

"I apologize for Qiangzi's previous presumptuous behavior."

"Qiangzi is the guy outside with the buzz cut. He used to be a security guard in the community. His brothers had been involved in crime before becoming security guards, so they inevitably picked up some bad habits."

"If I were an ordinary person, those supplies would probably have been stolen by them, right?" Han Ning said coldly.

Those guys with buzz cuts are like bandits, and Han Ning won't change his impression of them just because of a perfunctory apology.

This even includes Liu Feng, the leader.

Chapter 10 The Grim Reality

"Hehe, we are now in a post-apocalyptic environment. The old social rules have collapsed and are gradually becoming a law of the jungle. If you are not ruthless, you will not survive."

Liu Feng smiled indifferently, neither denying Han Ning's words, but instead stating more bluntly,

"You are strong, and I respect you. Only those who are capable have the opportunity to have a fair conversation."

Although the other party's words were very direct and explicit, Han Ning did not deny them.

Liu Feng walked naturally to an overturned low cabinet, brushed off the dust, sat down, and smiled:

"Brother, what do you call me?"

"Han Ning".

Han Ning didn't sit down. He stood in the center of the living room, keeping a distance of about two meters from Liu Feng, and spoke.

"Mr. Liu, do you have any more information?"

"Over the past ten days, we have done three things. First, I have already told you about the water level situation."

Liu Feng took out a pack of Furongwang cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out a cigarette, and handed it to Han Ning.

After being refused by Han Ning's wave, he lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and slowly said:

"Second, record the monster's activity patterns."