The text messageing from abroad astonishingly noted all of Irving''s personal information, even his home address was clearly stated.


    As he continued to read, Irving''s face grew more grim.


    At the very bottom of the message, there was an attached image, seemingly a symbol: against a profound ck background, a radiant crescent moon was floating, and a dazzling solitary eye was hiding within the moon.


    "Could it be them?!" Irving thought of thest time that Anna had called him, the identities of those men in ck at the park had been investigated, they were from an overseas organization named ''Dark Night''. He looked again at the emblem attached at the end of the message and shook his head helplessly.


    Back in the park, he was only trying to protect himself, he didn''t expect to actually attract attention from the Dark Night organization.


    It was a threat message, far more intimidating than any scary words!


    This meant the ''Dark Night'' coulde knocking at his door at any time.


    Until now, Irving still couldn''t understand why the Dark Night organization would target ordinary yers, but that was not important anymore. A hint of cold light shed in his deep-set eyes, "Think I''m easy to bully? If they dare toe, they better not me me for being rude!"


    He had some confidence in his own abilities, but he knew he needed to be well-prepared in advance.


    The second wave of the catastrophe will strike in 72 hours, replicating the extreme weather conditions when the Dark Overlord devoured others with a 1:1 uracy. All yers will face threats of extreme cold and darkness. In addition to this, there will also be attacks from even more powerful alien beasts.


    "It seems I have to continue upgrading the shelter, not only to strengthen its sturdiness but also to have cold resistance. It would be best to have more self-defense measures like swamp pits." Having personally experienced the end of the world in hisst life, Irving knew better than anyone else the extreme environment he would face.


    His eyebrows furrowed, muttering, "And stockpiling supplies, I must prepare quickly..."


    There''s a saying, aperson can''t function properly without regr meals


    Even if Irving was a talented necromancer, without food, he would starve to death.


    He didn''t need to worry about money. The equipment he sold before added up to more than ten million. What he was more concerned about was how to store the supplies. After all, many types of food had an expiration date.


    "I have to take the chance to try this thing out.I don''t know if it would work..." Irving nced at the [Void Ring] on his finger, thinking to himself.


    At that moment, Irving suddenly heard his stomach growl.He looked down at his stomach and a bitter smile surfaced on his face. From yesterday until now he hadn''t eaten anything. So he ordered some takeaway on his phone, then used the delivery time to log onto the forum.


    Upon opening themunication section, there were quite a few new threads.


    "Newbie Guide: Sharing Secrets to Killing Pigmen. "


    "Looking for yers to build a shelter together. "


    "Sky Travelers Guild recruiting arge number of yers, over a dozen strong warriors already in the guild, join to receive protection... "


    "Question: Does anyone know the consequences of suffering bacsh from the Blue Star? Please enlighten! "


    "Buying arge amount of equipment materials, interested parties contact privately! "


    "Does anyone know how to increase the sess rate of equipment upgrades? How to get advanced materials? "


    Irving''s gaze fell on a question post: "What happens when you suffer bacsh from the Blue Star?"


    A yer below had posted a photo along with ament: "This is a friend of mine, who suffered a terrible fate!"


    In the photo, the yer who had suffered from bacshy in a hospital''s intensive care unit. His body covered with gruesome wounds, some so deep that bone was visible...


    Normally, when yers are killed by alien beasts, they are protected by the will of the Blue Star and can be resurrected the next day to re-enter the game. However, once a shelter is destroyed, this protection disappears, meaning any injuries suffered in the game will be directly brought into reality.


    Seeing the photo in the post, many yers felt a chill and leftments below.


    "Holy shit! This is terrifying."


    "This guy definitely won''t live long... I don''t want to end up like this!"


    "My uncle works in a hospital. He said many people died overnight. The morgue is almost full."


    Irving shook his head, he had anticipated that there would be no good ending from suffering bacsh. Thew of survival in this world was the survival of the fittest. It was just now bing more tangible.


    He felt a sense of urgency and murmured, "It seemsthat the shelter is the foundation of everything.I must upgrade it as quickly as possible..."


    He then opened the trading area to take a look.


    While the beast tide had imed many yers'' lives, crisis and opportunity coexisted. A fair amount of equipment had appeared in the trading area, but Irving only nced at it briefly, his face showing ack of interest.


    The equipment quality in the trading area was mostly ordinary. While there were advanced equipment, they were few and far between, and all within one or two stars range... Even so, as soon as they were listed, they were immediately bought.


    To survive in the Otherworld, bing stronger was the only way, and equipment yed a crucial role!


    In addition to ordinary yers, many guilds were keeping a close eye on the trading area, ready to pounce on any high-grade equipment that appeared and buy it without hesitation if the price was reasonable.


    At this moment, Anna was also staring intently at herputer screen, with a burly man, Aron, standing beside her.


    "We''ve received a lot of news from abroad in the past two days. Some forces are trying to use the Otherworld Game to assemble an army, preparing to overthrow the higher-ups..." Aron said worriedly. "The situation outside is getting more and more chaotic... Last night, the leaders held an emergency meeting, requesting that our Angel Squad expand quickly to maintain domestic stability."


    Anna''s fine eyebrows furrowed even tighter, "Expansion isn''t the problem...We already have nearly a thousand members in the Angel Squad." She pointed at theputer screen, "From this morning until now, the equipment we''ve collected is far too little, and much of it is just ordinary. There''s simply not enough to distribute."


    Hearing this, Aron couldn''t help but sigh.


    Without equipment, yers simply cannot utilize their true strength, let alone equip a team of thousands with suitable weapons. It''s easier said than done!


    It''s important to note that it''s not just the Angel Group that requires arge amount of equipment; many other guilds are also keeping a close eye on the activity in the trading area.


    Especially those wealthy family powers. They know that the day the Dark Overlord descends will also be the day the game gets reshuffled. If they want to stand firm in the apocalypse, they must have enough power in the Otherworld!


    They aren''t afraid to spend money, even willing to spend all of it. After all, when the apocalypse arrives most of their assets would be worthless. It''s better to convert them to in-game resources as soon as possible...


    ...


    Within the top office of Green Vine Group.


    "How''s it going?" James was also watching the trading area. In front of him sat five ountants, whose task was to buy up as much equipment as possible on the forum.


    "Mr. James, we began purchasing equipment right after the first wave of the catastrophe ended yesterday.While the prices of equipment are much cheaper than before, it''s not easy to buy that much all at once." The leading ountant spoke with a bitter expression, exining the situation. "Take the capital city for example.


    Besides our Green Vine Guild, there are more than ten major guildspurchasing equipment, and they''ve even intercepted a lot of equipment..."


    James'' face turned even more gloomy, "How much equipment have we acquired so far?"


    "120 pieces of junk equipment, 12 ordinary equipment, high-end equipment...none at all." the ountant reported.


    "Not enough, not enough! Too little!" James eximed, feeling anxious. The Green Vine Guild he established had suffered heavy casualties in the first round of disaster, facing the sweeping beast tide. There were even several times when their shelter nearly fell.


    If the guild''s shelter was destroyed, all yers affiliated with the guild would suffer a substantial bacsh!


    Remembering the scenes, James still felt a chill.


    James had already put all of Green Vine Group''s avable funds to use. He gritted his teeth and said, "Raise the price! Keep raising prices! Especially for high-end equipment, buy it no matter how much it costs!"


    "Understood!" The ountants responded in unison.


    At the same time, other guilds also began to spend copious amounts of money on transactions. Any equipment that appeared on the forum was almost immediately bought, and arge number of foreign users also joined in...


    At this moment, a post appeared in the trading area like a bombshell.


    "Ordinary Equipment: 684 pieces! High-End Equipment: 242 pieces! Rare Equipment: 2 pieces! Selling as a bundle, interested parties please contact! "


    In the bottom right corner of the post, the poster: Lucky Pretty Boy!