Chapter Nine: The Supreme Airdrop Crate

“Can you spare me some food?”

Bai Xing’s mind went blank; she spoke without thinking, and immediately regretted it. In times like these, everyone was desperate for survival, most barely had enough for themselves. How could a cold-blooded zombie slayer, who dispatched the undead without a hint of panic, possibly give her anything?

But what Bai Xing didn’t expect was that this single sentence would save her life.

Fang Xia had already made up his mind to kill her, but Bai Xing’s innocent, almost pleading words made him pause. This girl looked like a naive sweetheart—how could she possibly become one of the top ten masters in the future? What darkness must she have endured to transform into the legendary Wang Bai, one of the ten greatest fighters...

If this silly, sweet girl truly was destined to become a top master, wouldn’t keeping her by his side give him a powerful ally in the future?

He’d stolen her airdrop? No matter—he could find another for her later, provided she proved loyal enough.

After a moment’s thought, Fang Xia suppressed his murderous intent.

“In the apocalypse, everyone’s fighting for their lives. Why should I give you food?” Fang Xia replied with a hint of amusement.

Bai Xing grew anxious; her impulsive words left her unsure how to explain herself.

[I’m doomed, what should I do? Escape? Impossible—he dispatched the zombie so easily, I’ll never outrun him. If I can’t escape, am I just going to die here? But there’s no point in him killing me; I’m no threat. Maybe I should swallow my pride and beg. Maybe he’s a kind brother after all—he does look quite handsome. If I could follow someone strong and good-looking like him, I’d be in luck...]

“Um...Brother, I’m sorry, I was just passing through. I’ll leave right away.”

Fang Xia ignored her, secretly pleased. If he could keep this girl with him, it would be ideal.

He took out a box of self-heating rice and a bottle of water from his backpack, holding them quietly in his hands without handing them over right away.

“Stay right there. Eat these, and once you’re done, I have something to say to you. Don’t worry, as long as you don’t run, I won’t kill you.”

With that, he tossed the items to Bai Xing.

She caught the rice and water instinctively, gratitude flooding her heart. She thanked him profusely.

Last night, she’d imagined in her dorm a man armed and carrying food for her, and now, on the very first day out, she encountered him.

Fang Xia no longer paid her any attention, his gaze shifting to the airdrop box before him—a premium box, something he’d only heard of once in his previous life, now appearing so vividly.

After six years in the apocalypse, his mind was steeled and calm, yet he couldn’t help feeling excited.

He glanced at the girl again; she was focused entirely on her food, opening the water and drinking eagerly. Fang Xia left her to her own devices.

The airdrop box wasn’t large, about half as tall as a person, with a small lock easily pried open.

As the box opened, a violet glow emanated, obscuring its contents and forcing one to reach inside blindly.

At this moment, Fang Xia felt slightly nervous. Everything so far had gone according to plan, but if this wasn’t the premium box, disappointment would be real.

The first item he pulled out was a weapon—a common find in these boxes, offering humanity hope of survival.

“Radiant Battle Blade: 90% chance from premium airdrop box, rare-grade battle blade.”

As soon as he drew it out, a description appeared in his mind.

A rare-grade blade—a good start, befitting a premium box.

Fang Xia was pleased but unsurprised, as he had anticipated this.

The white light persisted, meaning there was a second item.

He rummaged again and found a small jewelry box.

“A ring case, possibly containing a high-tech spatial ring.”

A treasure—this confirmed the box’s authenticity.

Premium boxes always yielded spatial equipment. While other boxes had a chance, Fang Xia didn’t believe his luck was that good.

Without hesitation, he opened the box. Inside lay a simply crafted ring.

These high-tech rings didn’t require wearing; he pressed his middle finger to it, and the ring vanished, replaced by a pattern on his finger identical to the ring’s design.

“Spatial equipment, crafted as a ring, capacity: 500 kilograms.”

“Note: Living creatures cannot be stored.”

“Note: Upon the owner’s death, the spatial equipment reverts to its original form.”

Fang Xia slapped himself twice, forcing composure.

Spatial gear was guaranteed in a premium box, but there had to be even greater treasures—he needed to stay calm.

The third item was rare-grade armor.

“Armor reserved for generals, capable of withstanding immense damage.”

This was even rarer than weapons; in his previous life, a single suit could fetch astronomical prices, enough to trade for a divine-grade weapon.

Is this what a dream start feels like?

Fang Xia couldn’t help but glance at the girl nearby, still eating. If not for him, all of this would have been hers.

The fourth item: a small lunchbox.

“Portable lunchbox for warriors, containing assorted rice balls.”

Don’t underestimate this lunchbox—inside were twenty rice balls. Just one could keep someone energized for an entire day.

Not only were they delicious, with a variety of flavors rivaling five-star hotel meals, they would soon become the staple food.

The fifth item: a military canteen.

“Portable canteen for warriors, can store fifty liters of concentrated drinking water.”

His food and water for the next month were secured—by then, he’d surely find more resources.

The sixth item: an antidote.

“Neutralizes zombie toxins up to tier three.”

Currently, zombies were only tier one; tier two wouldn’t appear for another month. This antidote was a miracle drug for now—even if bitten, there was no need to fear.

The seventh item was another battle blade.

“Radiant Battle Blade: 90% chance from premium airdrop box, rare-grade battle blade.”

The eighth item was a vial of medicine; Fang Xia was puzzled, as he’d never seen anything like it in the apocalypse.

“Advanced Enhancement Serum: Alters genes upon consumption, greatly boosts basic physical attributes.”

An enhancement serum—something Fang Xia had never even heard of. This meant it was exceedingly rare, even six years later, inaccessible to ordinary people.

A significant boost to basic physical attributes alone demonstrated its power; though he didn’t know the exact effects.

Without hesitation, Fang Xia popped the serum into his mouth.

Whether it worked or not, he’d find out soon enough.