Chapter 109: A Pattern (Please Follow)

Two and a half days passed like this. It was now around 3 p.m. on the 25th day of the apocalypse. By this time, the mutated beasts were nearly all gone.

After the last mutated beast died, everyone finally emerged. Over the past two or three days, several individuals who tried to incite rebellion inside the train cars had been shot dead, so overall, things were fairly stable. The only problem was that the food supply was running low; the remaining provisions could only provide everyone with a small portion each.

Fortunately, the beasts’ blood was all gone, though their meat still lay on the ground. Seizing this opportunity, Yang Fan immediately ran over with Fu Gaobin and Wang Cheng, while Li Qiang gathered dozens more. The rest remained stationed in separate train cars to maintain order.

Approaching the black stone, everyone noticed the runes etched onto it were becoming increasingly strange. Originally broken and incomplete, they now seemed to be filling in bit by bit. Fu Gaobin couldn’t help but speculate, “Could this be some kind of seal? Maybe inside lies a great demon lord, drifting through the cosmic void before descending upon Earth. It might require vast amounts of pure blood to restore itself.”

Though Fu Gaobin’s tale sounded like a wild fantasy, it was quite convincing given the strange circumstances—too similar to what one might see in sci-fi shows or documentaries.

Yang Fan, with the ability to replay memories, chose to quietly observe and wait. The steady Li Qiang, naturally, followed Yang Fan’s lead, unwilling to take unnecessary risks. Together, they began moving the long-dead mutated beast carcasses.

Since these creatures had not been killed by humans, they wouldn’t drop any equipment. All were second-tier mutated beasts: berserk mad bulls, armored dinosaurs, icefield exploding bears, nightmare jackals. If Yang Fan had slain them all, his rank might have advanced to second-tier by now.

He ordered the beasts to be treated like bug meat previously—cooked and eaten. His “True Eagle Eye” constantly scanned the surroundings, its range now extended to 800 meters. The first step was to store the dead beasts in the spatial backpack.

Second, Yang Fan wanted to confirm something...

The beasts’ bodies had shriveled considerably without their blood, which greatly favored the humans. After placing nearly two thousand carcasses into the backpack—including those from the icefield snow wolves—Yang Fan seized the moment when everyone was distracted to begin absorbing energy frantically. The spatial storage was infinite, but even so, he dared not overdo it.

Soon, Li Qiang pulled together a large group to help blend the storage operation with other tasks. Those without backpacks moved the corpses beside the train cars. After about fifteen minutes, the mutation began again—another wave of mutated beasts appeared, all different types. Thanks to the enhanced level three “True Eagle Eye,” Yang Fan observed them like through a satellite telescope.

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