Kaidan Game Train: Abide Rule or Die!
Chapter 901: Indigenous People

Chapter 901: Chapter 901: Indigenous People

Several major nations proposed providing a portion of their resources and manpower, allowing those willing to go out and establish a safe base to do it themselves, be responsible for it once built, and from then on operate independently of any state—In fact, after the complete collapse of the region, the concept of "nation" ceased to exist.

Before W37 Base fell into the encirclement by the aliens, it was a district with decent scientific progress and a not too shabby level of evolution. In theory, having so many players, intercepting the aliens shouldn’t have been too difficult—while human resources were finite, there was no shortage of high-casualty-producing thermal weapons.

The real trouble lay in the acts of sabotage among nations, some of which sought to swallow up others in the crisis along with their resources. The alien group instead became a manipulable natural weapon, which led to retaliation by those players who faced national extinction.

To the rapidly moving players, armories, weapon bases, and even military forces were all targets. With a resigned attitude, blowing up one weapons base was no loss, and two was a profit. They probably didn’t even need to sacrifice their lives.

After nations murdered each other in this chaos, the opportunists arrived.

Yes, other gaming districts came to loot, which was one of the reasons for W37’s rapid collapse.

However, leaving the safe bases to seek new dwelling places wasn’t about being dispatched to find food production areas as mentioned in the instance backstory. Most were losers of factional struggles, along with some valueless elderly and infirm.

The original 37 bases were built and destroyed and rebuilt, and although the number remained, the people in charge of the bases had long since changed.

Still, a few larger and better-resourced safe bases remained under control of player alliances that had evolved from nations.

The quality and quantity of players at these bases were superior to others.

But not all the brutishly grown bases were worthless. When one base city became unsustainable, others naturally took over. Among them, a few bases of extraordinary strength emerged, including W06 Base, where the virus initially broke out.

According to the library information, at that time, the person in charge of 06 Base had discovered a child who was immune to the alien virus—two thirds of the people who died because of the aliens possibly died from direct attacks, but one third due to post-injury virus infections. The potion for the alien virus was not 100% effective, nor did it target all alien toxic strains, but as long as a person didn’t turn alien due to virus accumulation caused by evolution, there was still a chance for salvation.

Base was probably operating on this idea, hence they commenced human research on the immune child. They failed to find the cause of immunity but instead, the researching staff got infected with the pathogens from the child, which ended up bringing down the whole base.

Despite 06 Base immediately sealing off the city, the virus still got out and wiped out fifteen safe bases.

Due to this epidemic, on top of the alien threat, these destroyed bases were never rebuilt, leaving the few surviving people treated like aliens themselves. Forget about rescue, passers-by wouldn’t even throw down food—without the capability to solve the virus issue, it was better to eliminate the source of the virus.

With all the people dead, the epidemic would naturally disappear.

It seemed like only W11 Base hadn’t given up, constantly searching for a way to overcome the virus.

The destruction of many base cities had its reasons there, but from other bases’ perspectives, these demolitions gave them a breather. After the event, other bases divided up all resources of the destroyed bases, whether it was the accumulated food, excavated underground water sources, or mineral resources that could be traded with other districts.

The fall of fifteen base cities did not have to be viewed from a conspiratorial angle, but in a situation with limited resources, that these bases fought each other was inevitable.

The data found in the Hall of Dimensions included details about some bases’ situations—raid teams clashing was common, and throwing threats across the void was not strange at all; in short, the situation wasn’t great.

Besides these basic conditions, Xu Huo also got his hands on the complete map of W37 Base Station, which included distributions of base cities, changes in natural landscape, and certain alien group habitats. What’s worthy of note was the significant climate changes across the base station, with temperatures sometimes reaching forty degrees at noon and dropping abruptly to minus twenty degrees along with heavy snow at night, or even worse.

Average people would struggle to endure the harsh outdoor environment.

It seemed that places capable of building safe cities themselves must have relatively stable climates, at least Xu Huo, dressed in protective clothing, didn’t feel too cold.

After replicating the map, Xu Huo also left a message for that seller of fake maps in Beneath the Dimension, unexpectedly receiving a response right after sending it: "Brother, is what you’re saying true or false? If it’s fake, do you have the real one? I’ll buy it for a high price."

Xu Huo, after looking at the ID "Lord of the Gods" silently for a second, sold them one for fifty thousand White Notes.

When he walked out of the library, Ding Wei was still nearby, a bit farther away than before. Pretending not to notice her, he returned to the rooftop where Shangguan Xi, grinning from ear to ear, came over from the corner, "Brother Xu, I got the map; it’s updated three days ago, definitely accurate!"

"How can you be sure it’s the real map?" Xu Huo asked.

"The weather," Shangguan Xi said. "The map shows there’s heavy snow at W37 Base. Someone mentioned before that there was a sudden snowfall in W37, which is usually hot around here, not commonly seen. It must be right!"

Xu Huo nodded, ready to set out again.

The heart of the base was surrounded by a protective net, which stood at an imposing fifty meters high but seemed slightly in disrepair with many patched-up sections, looking unable to withstand large aliens.

However, inside the fence was a series of megaphone-shaped devices at intervals, which should be the main equipment intended to ward off aliens.

"Try not to make too much noise," the teenager led them to a building and entered the enclosed area through the basement passage.

The fence enclosed a school; the path from the dormitory area to the teaching building was covered by partitions, and the front sports field was draped with tarp. When Xu Huo and his party moved in, there were still people active on the sports field, conversing cautiously without making much noise. Yet, when they saw someone entering, their eyes filled with longing.

Two children ran over, their faces marred with unsightly spots, and stood in front of Xu Huo and his group without speaking, just drooling as they looked at them.

The teenager patted their heads and led Xu Huo and Shangguan Xi into the dorm building.

There were more people living in the dormitory building. As they went upstairs, a middle-aged woman came out silently to meet them—the teenager whispered, "I’m taking them to find Teacher Ai, they’re heading to Base 19."

The middle-aged woman silently stepped aside, while other original residents also stood at doorways or along the corridor, silently watching them pass by, as though they were but lifeless husks, clinging to life while waiting to fully decay inside before they could let out their final breath.