Chapter 18 : Steve's Sanctuary

The cold rainwater entered the throats of the rest of the survivors and came to bring with it not a sweet quenching of thirst.

Instead, it was a burning pain.

It was like pulling their tongues out of their mouths and putting them on fire.

A heartbreaking pain!

And some of the survivalists who drank faster had already taken three or five mouthfuls of sour water.

Mouth, throat, esophagus, stomach.

The entire digestive system was like being put inside a fire and burned.

Pain! It really hurt too much!

These survivalists were in so much pain that they couldn't help but kneel to the ground, lie down on the ground, and lie down on the ground.

But, the ground was all covered with rainwater.

Their knees began to be corroded, their backs began to be corroded, and their entire bodies were being corroded by the acidic rain.

Why!

These agonized survivors couldn't figure out why the acid rain, which didn't do any harm to other items, would cause them such intense pain.

The rest of the survivors hiding in the shelter looked at the other survivors lying in the rain in agony.

The hearts were terrified.

In their hearts, there had also been a wavering.

Hesitation to go out and catch rainwater to quench their thirst.

But, just by hesitating for those few seconds, it kept them alive.

In their gratitude, their gazes towards those survivors who ran out were filled with pity.

But, although they sympathized with these survivalists who were suffering.

But there was no action, still just watching, not going to rescue them.

Because, the rain was still falling.

They did not dare to brave the rain.

Chris sat on the bed of his shelter and looked at the chat interface.

The chat interface was showing the number of people.

In his neighborhood, there were originally 1000 survivors.

After six days of elimination, before the acid rain arrived, there were originally a full 800 more survivors.

However, during the descent of the acid rain, the number plummeted.

Eight hundred, seven hundred, six hundred!

In a matter of ten minutes, the number of people dropped down by one hundred and one hundred.

Chris looked at the chat interface in silence, the number of people constantly changing.

On this night, the chat interface, which was originally bustling with activity, fell silent in a rare way.

Not a single person spoke.

A grave atmosphere spread throughout the entire Survivor group.

Chris shook his head and sighed.

The first natural disaster had claimed the lives of so many people, and I was afraid that the days afterward would be even more difficult.

After frowning in thought, Chris clicked on the live broadcast interface at the top.

The system should have sent live broadcast invitations to all the top 100 shelters.

Some of them accepted the invitation and opened the live broadcast, while some declined the invitation due to various considerations.

And the total number of shelters that had accepted the invitation was more than eighty.

Chris looked over and was shocked to find that at least twenty of the shelters at the top of the list were large multi-person shelters.

It was possible that these survivors had descended together when they started, or they had chosen to form a group at a later stage.

They had as few as three or five people in a group, and the most group had surprisingly more than twenty people!

And with the concerted efforts of these people these days, their shelter was built more quickly and better.

Chris clicked on the sixth ranked live room.

At the very front, there stood a strong-built man.

He had a head of blonde hair, a big fluffy beard that was also blonde, and thick chest hair on his chest that was also blonde.

It looked quite strong.

His name was Steve, and he was the leader of this shelter.

In terms of universal rationality, an organization of survivalists would not take in the wounded.

In order to be able to ensure that the majority of the people would live, almost all organizations would not take in the wounded, the skinny, the weak, or those who could not contribute.

They would only accommodate the useful and abandon the useless.

However, there was one exception.

It was this live room that Chris was watching right now.

In this shelter, there were nearly thirty people, and only half of these thirty people were normal laborers.

The remaining half were either injured here or crippled there.

It was miserable.

But these people were not abandoned; they were safely taken care of.

One by one, they were placed in the innermost part of the largest building, with two men purposely placed next to them to take care of them.

The man's temperament was very calm, facing the live camera, he slowly spoke.

"The masses who were sent here for the survival game, listen up, I am the commander of the 88th Regiment of the 3rd Special Infantry Battalion of Country A."

"Even after coming to the Survival Game, I also shoulder the responsibility of protecting you all."

"Because of the suddenness of the acid rain this time, I didn't contact too many Survivalists to join us and provide protection for them, which was my dereliction of duty."

"Now, I will take advantage of this live broadcast to explain this to all of my fellow viewers."

"Right now, I have established a sanctuary of fully thirty people on this land."

"The purpose of my sanctuary is the same as the other sanctuaries, to survive."

"However, our general approach is different, our goal, is for all to live together."

"So, no matter how much you've been hurt, no matter what difficulties you've encountered."

"As long as you chat with me privately."

"Then we welcome you to our sanctuary."

"To reiterate, the doors of our sanctuary are open for all, and all are welcome to join."

"It is my duty, it is my mission!"

As the man Hojo vocalized, Chris fell silent.

Chris bit his lower lip as he looked at the dozen or so injured and disabled participants lying there.

Those people had all kinds of injuries.

There were wounds from being clawed out by prey, and there were fall injuries from falling from heights while building shelters ...

The various injuries were hard to see in one's heart.

However, these people lying on the ground did not complain.

They were willing even if they were injured.

This was the spirit of dedication.

Chris silently clicked with his consciousness, at the top of the live broadcast, the avatar of the shelter's owner.

Without saying anything, Chris directly took 2000ml of Spiritual Energy Water from the warehouse and initiated a transaction.

"Trade item: 2000ml of Spiritual Energy Water"

"Required item: 1 unit of wood"

"Introduction: none"

Chris then saw the live feed, and Steve visibly stalled.

"Thank you, but this is too expensive for us to take."

The moment Steve stalled, a text was sent over.

Chris saw it and sighed in his mind.

"This is for my wounded comrade behind you."

"This psychic energy water is something I dug out of the ground, and it has the ability to heal and restore, so I think those injured behind you must need it."

Weighing his words, Chris said to the man across the room through the chat system.

Sure enough, after seeing the message he sent, Chris saw the other party visibly freeze through the live feed.

Eyes, too, were cast on the injured man behind him.

The other party was silent for a full three minutes.

In the end, accepted Chris's deal.

"All of us in the sanctuary, all of us owe you a favor."

"In the future, if there is anything you want to order, as long as you don't harm the interests of the people, you will be obliged to do so!"

"You will always be our friend!"

After accepting the deal, the other party sent three paragraphs and then closed the live broadcast.

However, there was no need to look at Chris to know that he must have used Spiritual Energy Water to treat the injured behind him.

The timely closure of the live broadcast was also to not expose the secret of the Spiritual Energy Water to more people.

Chris's perception of Steve deepened a little more.

He was not only resolute, but also meticulous.

"I am also a participant, and this is what I should do."

After a moment of silence, Chris knocked down this paragraph with his consciousness and sent it over.

Afterwards, the interface was switched to the other live rooms.

The number one ranked sanctuary.

Before clicking in, Chris's heart was filled with anticipation, wanting to see how the number one ranked sanctuary really was.

After clicking in and seeing the situation, Chris's eyes widened.