Fatso of Stone Tile Slope

Apocalypse befell, and roommates performed a skyward ritual.
As the fog descended, the Book of Blood Spirit appeared in the hands of all survivors, and only those with a Contract monster could survive.
Su Han directed his gaze to the neighbor who had already mutated and twisted, silently pulling out a gleaming fruit knife...
Grotesque meat corpses, giant spiders with gaping mouths, eyeballs enveloping the city, one-eyed sharp-toothed hand monsters...
Civilization fell, cities shattered, and all humans became meat for the monsters. There was only one way to survive:
Use monsters to fight monsters.

My Monster Fuses Everything

Zhu Xiong pondered and said, "Let's not talk about the Heshan Steel Transfer Center for now, it's just located outside the North District of the city within the Third Ring area, and this oil depot is only a bit further than that transfer center. Before we took over the North District, it was normal to develop the Qingbei Grain Depot along with it. Is it convenient for the South City encampment to come over now?"


Gan Xinglei suddenly realized and muttered, "They're quite decisive."


Whether it's the oil depot or steel transit center, both hold resources on a scale not inferior to the Qingbei Grain Depot. The difficulty lies not just in the assault, but more so in transportation.


The initial stage of securing the Qingbei Grain Depot, despite being fully armed for transport, was disrupted by numerous monster attacks along the way, and the whole process took several days to complete.


Chapter 214: First Come, First Served?