Part 1 of Episode 7: A ruthless smile spread across my face. 'Don't panic, come one by one. You are all just experience points to me.' I pulled a modified nail gun from my space. For the next five minutes, I stood inside the pit, using it for target practice. Once the battle ended, I climbed out and checked the corpses. My luck held; those seven dogs had yielded three cores. My system's experience bar was now at 45%. Tossing the cores into my system space, I headed toward the guard house. It was empty, save for scattered footprints and a line scratched into the wall: 'Jing Bufan, just you wait.' They still have a strong will to survive, I thought with a contemptuous laugh. I wasn't afraid of those two insects. In this apocalypse, living is often more painful than dying—especially for those who think highly of themselves but have luck thinner than paper. Since they've gone to the official shelter, let them enjoy that 'blessed' life. That place is the true hell. I turned away, and my shadow vanished into the blizzard. This excursion hadn't just tested my combat power; it had confirmed one thing: in this world where all rules have crumbled, as long as I have strength, this place is my playground.