Kingdom of Corrosion
Chapter 500 - 253: Daily Life_2

Chapter 500: Chapter 253: Daily Life_2

Maya: "You said you’ve driven a car?"

Cotton: "Automatic driving."

Maya: "You’ve never driven in a game?"

Cotton: "No."

Maya: "Why didn’t you say that?"

Cotton: "I did say it, I’m not very good at driving."

Lin Wu vouched for Cotton: "Yes, she did say that. And then you said, ’It’s fine, just drive slowly."

Maya: "But you drove very fast and veered off the road."

Cotton: "My fault."

Peanut: "With no windshield, when the wind blows, you can’t keep your eyes open. With Cotton’s big and bright eyes, it’s inevitable that mistakes would occur."

Lin Wu looked at Peanut: "You’re a talent."

Cotton: "I’m sorry, everyone."

Maya: "My fault."

Lin Wu comforted everyone: "It’s nothing, it was just the sawmill that blew up, not the Doomsday Fortress."

Stone, who had been silent, suddenly kicked out, Lin Wu countered with a kick, and their legs engaged in a back-and-forth exchange.

After the kicking wore them out, Stone, as the boss, summed up the incident, "It’s just an accident, nobody should dwell on it. Shana, help them fix the car." Before the summer, Team Shadow traded a lot and got a bunch of repair kits.

The NPC was quite professional. By the time Lin Wu and the others recovered from their injuries and left the infirmary, the garbage scattered all around had been promptly cleaned up. Shana was quick on her feet as well, having already repaired the car to Lin Wu’s satisfaction. He nodded at the pickup that looked 70% new and turned to Shana, "Good job, is it fueled up?"

Shana asked, "How do you manage to emit an aura of being punchable the moment you open your mouth?"

Lin Wu: "It mainly depends on the other person’s tolerance, Wai, let’s go."

Wai, who was playing catch with Little Knife, immediately returned to Lin Wu’s side and jumped into the back bed of the truck on his own initiative.

"Let’s go, let’s go."

"Bye."

After a half-hearted exchange of pleasantries, Maya drove off, concluding with, "When driving or riding in a car, always wear a seatbelt."

Lin Wu: "Also, don’t drive too fast."

Cotton said "sorry" several times.

Lin Wu said impatiently, "I’ve said it’s no big deal, and if it were, I’d definitely say it’s a big deal." Wouldn’t want to go on coddling if the attitude gets any better.

Cotton: "Oh." She closed her mouth and sulked, puffing out her cheeks in anger.

Maya: "Calling Stone."

Stone: "I’m here."

Maya: "I think we still need to build the trading post. Dashuang has decent infrastructure and life skills, which can increase fuel by one every day." Apart from the Fortress Special Agent channel, only trading post merchants sell advanced skill books.

Stone: "I’ll build one at the old beach site. Apart from the infrastructure, is there anything else needed?"

Maya: "A reset skill book."

Stone: "Who’s learning it?"

"Me," said Maya. "The morale boost from Leadership only reflects in attribute enhancement, which has limited effect. Gaining one fuel a day is more practical."

"Okay, got it. Go to sleep early when you get back."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Take a light pickup truck as an example, its fuel consumption is 15 liters per 100 kilometers, and one can of gasoline is 5 liters. The gasoline produced daily by Dashuang is only enough to drive for a little over 30 kilometers. The distance from the Sawmill to the Doomsday Fortress is about 15 kilometers, so one can of fuel is just enough for a round trip with the light pickup truck.

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After a night of hassle, everyone returned to the Doomsday Fortress, exhausted, at five in the morning. They each went to their rooms, and Lin Wu flopped onto his bed, not wanting to move at all, and soon he fell into a deep sleep. Three hours later, he was woken up for breakfast.

Breakfast consisted of bread, rice porridge, and dried radish.

The rice porridge had clear grains of rice. Porridge is thicker in comparison. In ancient rural areas, rice would be cooked in a large pot until it was half-done and then scooped out and steamed in a rice barrel. This method of cooking rice had a unique taste. If you continue to simmer the half-cooked rice for a while, when the grains are fully cooked, it becomes the best rice porridge.

Cotton explained about the rice porridge, and Lin Wu couldn’t help but glance at Maya: why was she talking so much? Actually, it wasn’t that much, but it was more than usual compared to Cotton.

Maya said, "Because Dashuang asked."

Lin Wu replied, "No, you know what I mean."

Maya suggested, "Maybe it’s her area of interest."

If you talk to Prawn about picking up girls, foot washing, karaoke, or clubbing, you won’t get far because Prawn doesn’t understand any of it. But if you talk about kindness, friendliness, diligence, honesty, and the like, Prawn can excitedly talk with you for days on end. Simply because that’s just the kind of person he is.

Although Lin Wu wasn’t keen on talking early in the morning, with an experimental and truth-seeking attitude, he began conversing with Cotton in collaboration with Maya. As expected, Cotton listened seriously to other topics and answered seriously, but still spoke very little and seemed to indicate that she’d rather not be bothered. However, when it came to cooking and cuisine, she could barely control herself and even took the initiative to talk about the food culture on Earth before humans migrated to Blue Star.

Lin Wu wondered, "I wonder if Horse Soul could be her dream lover?"

Maya clarified, "No, one is a profession, the other is an interest."

After the elderly had finished eating, NPC Qing immediately went to collect the dishes and took them to the river to wash. With many zombies upstream and in the tributaries, the NPCs’ practice made everyone a bit uncomfortable, but if you can’t provide them with a water source, you can’t be too demanding.

Lin Wu suddenly had an odd thought, wondering if an NPC cook washing dishes might be special?

Maya asked, "How can it be special?"

Lin Wu replied, "Maybe by licking the dishes and utensils clean."

Peanut slipped underfoot and plunged into the water, only stabilizing himself after swallowing a mouthful. They were using a rubber duck to swim towards a small warehouse dock.

Lin Wu clicked his tongue and said, "Peanut, you can’t handle this, can you?"

Peanut shook his head repeatedly: "I just didn’t expect there to be someone with a bigger temperament shift than me."

Lin Wu was puzzled: "Temperament shift?" It’s just a bit dirty, a bit gross, where’s the temperament shift?

Peanut realized that Lin Wu hadn’t thought in that direction and hurriedly said, "It’s nothing, nothing."

Lin Wu also realized what was meant, and both Cotton and Maya understood at the same time, all giving Peanut disdainful looks. Peanut smiled helplessly and made an expression that said, "Yes, you despise me, I accept it."

Peanut was not very old, around 27, but his behavior was somewhat greasy compared to Lin Wu, Snow Egg, Horse Soul, and even Su Shi. Fortunately, he was a person who knew his limits and had never said anything inappropriate to a female colleague.

To avoid alarming the zombies along the coast and river, the four stayed away from the shore. The water depth here ranged from 1.8 to 2.4 meters, and with the buoyancy of the rubber duck, they paddled with one hand while kicking with both feet to steer and slowly made their way towards the dock.

Swimming wasn’t a problem for the four of them. On Blue Star, if you don’t know how to swim, you can’t even get your high school diploma. As for Wai, he was the most hard-working one, kicking furiously, a perfect demonstration of the dog paddle.

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Having successfully swum to the dock, the four men and the dog got out of the water, drenched and very uncomfortable. At that moment, Lin Wu especially envied Wai’s method of shaking off water. So he had a sudden impulse to jerk like Wai did, frightening the other three into thinking he’d had a fit.

System notification: A 3-star siege battle countdown begins in 10 minutes.

Seeing the notification, the four collapsed mentally. As they listened to Lin Wu and others’ cursing, Maya couldn’t help but curse Dawn internally. Without any room for niceties, the four jumped back into the water and used the rubber duck to return to base. The journey back was harder than the trip there, watching the countdown, the four men and the dog paddled furiously. Wai’s legs kicked like little engines, and they finally made it back to the base in 9 minutes and 30 seconds.

Seeing the four return, Dashuang sighed in relief. Maya had no time for courtesy and immediately started arranging troops, God knows what kind of tricks the new system’s 3-star siege would come up with.

As the countdown ended, Qing found a corner to hide away, with no intention of helping at all. The five formed three echelons, waiting quietly. Maya, responsible for defending the south gate frontline, faced two approaching zombies with calm composure, her hands gripping the knife. As the zombies drew near, she decisively chopped once, twice, three times, four times, quickly ending the fight.

Without using firearms, the intensity of a 3-star siege was not low. The siege lasted six minutes, with two Frenzies, two Screamers, and two Exploding Carnages participating. The total number of zombies was about a hundred.

The key between strength and weakness lies in speed. Kill fast, overturn the old zombies before the new ones spawn, and the siege intensity can’t pick up. Otherwise, you’ll see exponential growth, significantly increasing the pressure to defend the fortress.

For the Doomsday Fortress, the highlight of today’s siege was Cotton. Armed with a rubber stick and a dagger, she could easily knock down Frenzies. Her movements were quick and clean, visually pleasing. Lin Wu sat on the bench the entire time, sitting on Wai, resting his chin in his hands, watching Maya and Cotton’s performance.

After the performance, time to rest and hydrate, the swim team set off again. Having woken up at 8:30 a.m., they finally managed to pry open the door to warehouse 307 around 10 a.m.